The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

This white Qi Jin is extraordinary, as long as he is hit, his viscera will be broken and he will die.

Murong Cheng watched the white energy hit like a shock, his eyes widened, full of horror and despair, and said in his heart: My life is over.

At this critical moment, another white Qi Jin attacked from the side and hit the assassin's Qi Jin. In this way, the assassin's Qi Jin tilted to one side and hit the wall.

Murong Cheng rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Father!"

Murong Chang, who had just walked to the hall, heard the screams in the hall and rushed over immediately.

Seeing her father fainted, she felt anxious and furious, and ordered, "Wonxiu, take him down!"

Won Soo was the one who just intercepted the assassin's energy. She is the close court lady of Princess Zhaohua. She has excellent martial arts. Even the martial arts commander Meng Yi of the Imperial Guard cannot defeat her within a hundred moves, which shows her martial arts is high.

Princess Zhaohua went to the palace to play for half a year. The rivers and lakes are sinister, the world is difficult and dangerous, and the people's feelings are unpredictable. Without the protection of Yuanxiu, she would have been in trouble and could not return to the capital.

At the moment, Yuan Xiu and the assassin fought in the spacious palace of the emperor.

Murong Chang helped Murong Cheng to lie down and shouted anxiously: "Father...Father..."

The guards outside heard the noise and rushed in to protect the driver.

Seeing failure, the assassin was remorseful and unwilling, grabbed a long knife from the guard, and stabbed Yuanxiu fiercely.

Yuan Xiu swiftly avoided, took a long knife from one of the guards, and rushed forward.

There was a clank clank, the blades hit each other, and silver light splashed all over.

Yuan Xiu didn't expect the assassin's martial arts to be so powerful, so she didn't dare to take it lightly and tried her best to take him down.

The assassin grabbed one of the guards, threw the guards at her, and then took advantage of the opportunity to dash towards the window sill, and then leaped out.

Yuan Xiu chased him immediately, but saw that the assassin was stopped by someone outside.

To be precise, someone waited outside the window for a while before waiting for the assassin.

The assassin had just landed and was about to fly to the top of the hall, but saw a person standing in front of him.

The man was wearing a black gold-embroidered python robe, tall and tall, standing high between the heavens and the earth, luxurious and domineering, and superb, no one in the world can compare. His black and jade-like pupils are radiant, and the cold glow is breathtaking.

It is Murong Yu.

When Murong Ci arrived, he saw this scene: Murong Yu confronted the assassin.

Because she was on the side of the assassin, the assassin ran to her suddenly, but in a moment he squeezed her throat and held her life.

She earned money symbolically and didn't want to expose more.

Murong Yu's Xueyan suddenly became a bit cold, but the pupils that swallowed the world seemed to swallow everything.

"Don't worry about this palace, catch the assassin!" Murong Ci raised his voice.

"Shut up!" The assassin sternly said, pressing the cold fingers of her throat with a little more force.

In this scorching summer, Murong's hands and feet were cold, and her neck was in severe pain, as if her neck bones were about to be crushed.

The finger was like a sinister little snake, pour the shade and viciousness into her jade-like skin.

At this moment, the guards rushed over, holding a big knife and dared not move.

Murong Yu stepped forward, and the assassin clasped her tightly and pulled her back step by step, "Don't come over! Otherwise I will break his neck immediately!"

He stopped, and the scenery said: "It's better to turn around, it's easier for you to escape on this king's side."

Murongci secretly wondered what trick he wanted to play?

He doesn't seem to mean to save himself, so he really doesn't care about his own life and death?

The assassin shouted sharply: "Go over!"

He walked slowly toward them, but kept a distance from them.

The assassin dragged her to the north, and she blinked at Murong Yu, winking vigorously. He was indifferent and ignored.

Murong was so angry that he gritted his teeth, **** Murong Yu!

Take the opportunity to kill her? It's not that easy!

The assassin dragged her back, Murong Yu smiled clearly, like a beautiful little yellow flower blooming in the snowy field, standing tall and swaying in the wind and snow.

He was actually laughing!

Murong was so angry that he vomited blood, but he also knew that from his standpoint, he wished she would die in the hands of the assassin now.

The assassin was very vigilant, dragging her back while paying attention to Murong Yu's movements.

"Either you take your Highness away and be captured by this king; or you put down your Highness, this king will never chase."

Murong Yuyun spoke lightly, as if talking about something big in sesame and mung beans.

The assassin didn't believe his words, his eyes were cold and thoughtful.

Murongci suddenly bent his elbow and slammed into the assassin behind him-Murong Yu wanted her to die, she could only save herself.

The assassin was in pain, and was shocked for the next moment. He instinctively patted her back with a palm.

At the same time, Murong Yu attacked a white vigor and rushed towards the assassin.

Murong Ci hit a palm and fell softly to the ground-she has a decent light skill to dodge, but under the eyes of everyone, she can only play the role of the straw prince.

That Dao Qi Jin is full of deep internal strength, and it is impossible for the assassin to dodge after he succeeds, and he can only accept it abruptly. The assassin's internal organs were shattered, and the pain was overwhelming. It was even more impossible to escape with light effort.

The guards rushed forward and put several big knives around the assassin's neck.

Murong Yu strode forward, squatted down and hugged His Royal Highness. She pushed away his hand stubbornly, and said unsteadily: "You don't need to be hypocritical..."

The assassin's palm was quite powerful. She suffered internal injuries, and she was afraid that it would take ten and a half months to recover.

"If this king is just a little slower, your Highness will die in the hands of the assassin, you should thank this king."

He whispered in a deep voice, warm and masculine mixed with the fragrance of Shen Shui, and enveloped her unscrupulously.

Murongci struggled to stand up by himself, but he was hugged firmly by his side.

"Let go!" She glared at him angrily, her soft lips extremely white.

"Everyone's eyes are in full view, so your Highness is better off." Murong Yu put her arms around her domineeringly, feeling the beauty of the warm fragrant nephrite, "It's better to go back to the East Palace..."

"My palace is going to see the emperor." She secretly grinned her teeth, her internal organs were suffering from bursts of pain, gritted her mind.

The guards obeyed the instructions of the regent and took the assassin into a palace with heavy guards.

Liu An hurried over and commanded Ruoding in the chaotic Qingyuan Hall.

The assassin mixed into the Qingyuan Hall and pretended to be a servant. He naturally couldn't shirk the blame and was busy.

When the imperial king appeared in front of many palace people with the scorching eyes of the prince, most of the palace people were stunned, as if they were struck by lightning. Then, the palace man either turned his head, or lowered his head, not daring to look again.

Murongci was angry and embarrassed, and pushed Murong Yu away forcefully.

However, he still did not let go, his long arms locked her body like steel.

"Don't let go?" She was so angry that she wrinkled her eyebrows, her cheeks stained with a thin red.

"His Royal Highness is injured, this king can't shirk the blame, and should be an escort." Murong Yu said in a high-sounding voice, horribly rogue.

She was grinding her teeth again, no, sharpening her knives.

In the sleeping hall, Murong Chang was sitting on the bedside guarding his father, but when he heard the footsteps, he turned his head and looked at him, but was shocked, his beautiful eyes widened-what are the royal king and the prince brother doing?

Why is the king holding the prince brother so much?

Their posture is weird and weird, no matter how you look at it.

"Prince brother, prince, you..." She blinked her beautiful eyes, very puzzled.

"My palace... was wounded by an assassin..." This time, Murong Ci couldn't care about anything else and pushed him away.

He let go of his hand and asked the servant at the side: "How about your majesty?"

Murongci rushed to the dragon couch, anxiously said: "Father..."

Murong Cheng closed his eyes, his face was calm, his face turned pale, and he was not yet awake.

Yuan Shun, who was seriously injured, was taken to the Tai Hospital for medical treatment by the attendant.

...

Mr. Shen from the Taiyuan Hospital hurried over to diagnose and treat Murong Cheng.

The assassin had just assassinated, and the Emperor Murong of Beiyan fainted with the shock, and there was no serious problem.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Murong Chang's eyes showed a fierce glow, and Sen coldly said: "That assassin dared to assassinate the father, so he should beheaded to show the public!"

Murong Yu said Shen Shen, "Perhaps the assassin has accomplices, and this king has passed the order to arrest the assassin’s accomplices."

Murong Chang stared at him, his eyes turned tactfully and obsessed, the bright light seemed to burst into bloom.

"Master, immediately behead the assassin." She woke up, her beautiful eyes filled with hatred for the assassin.

"No." He said coldly.

"Why not?" She was puzzled, she didn't expect him to object.

"How can the assassin die easily?" Murongci was quite speechless, is the emperor's mind full of weeds, "Why did the assassin assassinate the emperor father, what are his attempts, how many accomplices, etc., etc.," It’s not too late to kill if you cross-examine.

Murong Chang nodded clearly, she was indeed negligent.

Assassins can be killed at any time, but they must be cross-examined.

Murong resigned: "Emperor sister, you accompany the emperor father, and my palace will interrogate the assassin."

Murong Chang nodded in response, and suddenly saw that the royal king was about to leave, and hurried to pull his vast expanse, "The prince..."

Murong Yu turned half of her body and pulled out the vastness of her hand without a trace. "What's the matter with the princess?"

She stared at him, with misty mist in her beautiful eyes, and pitifully asked: "My palace is afraid...Can the prince accompany this palace?"

His side face is like jade, like a cliff with sharp edges and corners, cold and full of the masculine taste of a man, charming heart and soul.

"This king still has important things."

When the words fell, he left in a stride, without nostalgia.

She was dumbfounded, he he he...he actually ignored her request!

She had begged him in a low voice, but he refused!

Murong Chang trembled with anger, helpless, that's it, the father's assassination today, maybe he really has something important.

Standing on the corridor of the palace, Murong Ci invited a guard and asked, "Where is the assassin?"

The internal organs still hurt so much.

Hot and cold sweat came out together, dampening the robe.

The guard was about to answer, but when he saw the imperial king coming from behind his Royal Highness wave his hand, he didn't say anything.

She turned around, saw him without accident, and walked away.

Murong Yu held her wrist and walked straight to the Dongbian Hall, "His Royal Highness is injured. It will not be too late to interrogate the assassin later."

"Where do you take this palace?"

Murong Ci couldn't shake his hand, his viscera ached even more with anger.