The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

It's such an overbearing rascal every time!

Murong resigned so much that his liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys hurt. Several times he tried to expose his skills to get rid of Murong Yu's restraint, but finally dispelled the idea.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

When he arrived at the side hall, Murong Yu waved back the two maids in front of the hall, and said coldly: "No one is allowed to come in without the will of the king."

She thought secretly, what on earth did he want to do?

He pulled her straight to the bedroom, and she sternly stated her wishes, "Master, this palace is going to interrogate the assassin."

Every day the palace people will clean the side hall, but no one lives.

He pushed her down on the couch, his expression faint, "His Royal Highness Fangcai received the palm of the assassin, how does your Highness feel?"

"It's okay, the internal organs are a little bit painful."

Murong said calmly, but he was in a state of chaos. Does he care about her, or do he want to take the opportunity to attack her?

Just now the father was so frightened that he fainted, did he eagerly attack her?

Murong Yu suddenly clasped her slender wrist, her slender fingers clasped her hand veins lightly, her eyes dark and deep.

Murong Ci almost pulled his hand away, but instantly understood his intentions, and his cheeks were hot immediately, and a thin red color appeared.

Could it be that he knows medicine?

"If your Highness's internal injuries are not diagnosed and treated in time, the root of the disease will fall." He sat down beside her, pressing his eyebrows down.

"Later, the palace will send an imperial doctor to come for diagnosis and treatment, the prince does not need to bother."

She perfectly concealed her anxiety and anxiety, stood up and wanted to leave.

He touched her wrist with his finger just now, and the slight coldness is more of the gentle heat of the human body... The owner of the finger is the handsome and innocent man, who has a rather ambiguous attitude towards her, yes. Her behavior was not what she should have treated the prince, and it was not the normal behavior of her "man", which was puzzling.

She didn't want to be alone with him.

However, not surprisingly, her wrist was clasped by him again.

Murong Yu said with a cool voice, "The decoction prescribed by the imperial physician to His Royal Highness needs to be taken for ten consecutive days before the internal injury can be healed."

Murongci felt that he was quite unlucky. The injury on his left arm was not complete yet. He received another palm today, injuring his internal organs.

"It's okay, ten days is ten days, good medicine." She struggled to break free and finally got liberated. "Our palace has sent people to invite Master Gu and Shen Zhiyan, the Dali Temple Secretary, to see the assassin first."

"Master Gu and Shen Shaoqing haven't arrived yet, so don't be in a hurry." He said warmly and strongly pulled her to sit down, "This king will heal your highness."

"Don't dare to bother the prince." She hurriedly stood up, who knows if he would use his wounds in the name of healing, and he could shatter her viscera with a single palm halfway and demand her death.

Murong Yu's mansion is very deep, treacherous and cunning, and cruel, he is not sure that he will actually do this.

He sneered mockingly, "His Royal Highness is worried about losing the king's life?"

Murong's heartstrings trembled when he was said to be the central issue, but he still didn't change his face, "The prince has worked hard for the court and his father, and his loyalty is a lesson. How can this palace suspect that the prince has different intentions?"

"If that's the case, why doesn't Your Highness dare to be alone with this king?" He smiled lightly and sarcastically.

"..." She grinds her teeth again.

For a moment, she smiled brightly, her teeth as delicate as pearls twinkling, "Since it is the prince's kindness, this palace will take it."

In fact, if he really wants to start, there are more opportunities than this time.

She just didn't want to be alone with him, and the ambiguous things that could not bear to look back would happen again.

So she sat cross-legged, with her back to him, relaxed.

Murong Yu stretched out his right palm, keeping a slight distance between her palm and her back, and the deep internal force turned into white energy from her back into her internal organs.

She felt a warm air flow in, walked through the meridians, and finally returned to the viscera...

The pain was relieved immediately, and her body was comfortable. She closed her eyes and emptied everything.

He stared at her, somehow, the smooth black hair tied with a purple gold crown turned into a bun surrounded by beaded and golden hairpins... the neck was white and graceful, the shoulders were softly cut, and the waist wrapped in the robe was slender. Yingying grip, delicate like a crape myrtle blooming under the scorching sun, swaying with a clear posture and fragrant and fragrant.

His scorching gaze was like a pair of invisible hands, he pushed aside the misty fog in front of him, peeled off her robes, and "saw" the beautiful spring scenery.

After a cup of tea, Murong Ci suddenly opened his eyes, and the external air current hit her viscera to the left and right, as if he was out of control. If she was not blocked, it would definitely hurt her.

She curled her lips and sneered. She had already guessed that his real purpose was to test whether she had practiced internal strength.

If she was impulsive, or she didn't guess his real intention, she would be fooled and use her own internal force to suppress his internal force.

She was motionless, unaware of it.

Murong Yu closed his palm and asked, "How do you feel about your Highness?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, thank you prince." Murong stood up generously and thanked him, "The prince is excellent in martial arts. He is really the outstanding first person in my Yan family's clan..."

"His Royal Highness praised."

Suddenly, his right palm was pressed on her back vest.

She jumped inwardly and instinctively avoided it, "What are you doing?"

His palm was still pressing on her back, urging his internal strength, and capturing her bright eyes flashed with fright and fear.

"Just now was held hostage by the assassin, and His Royal Highness's robe was wet with sweat. Your Highness, take care of your body." He explained in a low voice, his voice slightly muted.

"...I made the prince bother." Murongci secretly blamed himself for being too sensitive and nervous. He used his internal strength to dry his clothes.

After just a moment of effort, the sweaty robe sticking to her body was as dry as ever, and she felt much better.

However, his behavior just now was really weird.

Murong Yu didn't close his palms immediately, staring at her quietly.

There is only one window in the bedroom of the side hall, and the light in the hall is not enough. Her clean face exudes a radiant jade light. At this time, Ruxuerou’s cheeks slowly appear as gouache red, and the color gradually darkens, turning into bright red. , Finally turned into crimson, the color is delicate and gorgeous, like an epiphany under a moonlit night, slowly blooming, he witnessed it with his own eyes, the fragrance is superb, and the fragrance is lingering.

Murongci was uncomfortable when he looked at him, and he lowered his eyebrows in embarrassment. His scorching eyes were the sun, which was so scorching that it was impossible to look directly at him.

The delicate crimson from his cheeks to his ears to his neck all the way down, his inquiring gaze greedily pursued, that jade-like skin with red and brocade makeup, sultry. Coincidentally, her dress was slightly loose, revealing a small piece of beautiful spring color, which is a beautiful color that drew people into the abyss.

Seeing that her skirt was loose, her heart trembled. In panic, she turned her head to see him staring at her skirt. She was even more frightened and embarrassed to tidy up her skirt quickly.

"My palace go and see the assassin."

She walked out in a panic, her whole body hot, like a fire.

Murong Yu slowly followed behind, with the corners of his lips flying, as if there was a hint of joy.

...

Yuan Shun was seriously injured and died. Murongci was grateful for his merits in saving, and ordered Liu An to bury him well.

Emperor Murong Cheng of the Yan Kingdom regained consciousness and learned that the assassin had been captured. Long Yan was furious and ordered a thorough investigation-the assassin broke into the emperor's bedroom and assassinated in front of the dragon bed. Can you not investigate thoroughly?

Murong Yu took the order and threatened to thoroughly investigate the assassin's comrades.

Concubine Xiao, Concubine Qiao, and Princess Zhaohua waited and comforted in front of the dragon couch. Only then did Murong Cheng calm down and lay down to rest.

Gu Huai and Shen Zhiyan entered the palace and came to Qingyuan Hall, only to realize that something major had happened in the palace.

Shen Zhiyan pulled Murongci aside and asked, "Who is the assassin? Is it related to the suspicious and murder cases that occurred before?"

She curled her lips coldly, her expression flying, "The truth will come to light later, and the hard work of these days is finally not in vain."

He was stunned, the truth came to light?

Why doesn't he know? There are still many doubts he hasn't figured out.

Murong Yu decided to interrogate the assassin in the study room. In the temple, he was sitting in front of his book case. Gu Huai and Shen Zhiyan stood on the left side. Liu An and the two servants stood on the right side. Murong walked to the palace without hesitation. In the case, a pair of bright eyes forced out a sharp glow, "Bring the assassin in."

Shen Zhiyan smiled approvingly. Today, His Royal Highness is very bold, and the unruffled, domineering and domineering that belongs to the king between his eyebrows are fully demonstrated.

On the other hand, the regent, Murong Yu, drank tea leisurely, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Gu Huai was trembling and sweating for a moment. His Highness said that he would interrogate the prisoner and settle the recent suspicious and murder cases, but he, the Dali monk, and Shen Zhiyan, did not find the key clues to the case, so what? Case closed?

He didn't dare to look up at Yuwang, sweat gushing out bursts of sweat, his palms were wet, and his heart was very sad.

The imperial regent is known for his iron fist, and his fame has moved the world. In the past five years, he has been swiftly and resolutely promulgated in order to cut off government affairs and imperial orders. The officials of the capital and the capital dare not slack off. Anything that can be completed as quickly as possible will be dealt with promptly. The stipulation is three days. They were all handled properly in a day and a half.

If there is any slack in the DPRK, they will be demoted to one level, or dismissed.

Therefore, all officials of the capital and the capital were in deep awe of the regent.

He looked at Shen Zhiyan, Shen Zhiyan's expression was not related to himself, and he had no bottom in his heart.

Gu Huai's face was irresistible. If the imperial king asks for a crime, he must be dismissed and investigated.

Ruyi and Qin Ruo came in and stood on the right side of Yuan.

Two guards escorted the assassin in. Because of the assassin's extraordinary martial arts, he suddenly got into trouble, and his hands were tied with ropes.

The guard lifted his leg and kicked, and the assassin fell to his knees, but he was extremely unwilling to kneel, his face full of resentment. The assassin's gloomy eyes swept towards the two men, Yuan and Shuan, and their faces were immediately filled with monstrous hatred and murderous aura.

Gu Huai yelled and asked, "Why did you assassinate Your Majesty? Call it quickly and truthfully, so as not to suffer from skin or flesh, otherwise..."

The assassin said viciously: "The faint monarch is licentious and faint, and everyone is punishable by it."

"Bold!" Liu An shouted sternly, "If you don't explain it honestly, our family will let you taste the eighteenth torture. Do you have any accomplices, quickly recruit!"

"Everyone, stay calm, and listen to your Highness's interrogation." Shen Zhiyan smiled elegantly, believing that His Highness has insight into everything.

"An honorable person, don't come here unharmed." Murong Ci sneered meaningfully.

These three words An Guiren are like a big stone thrown into the Bihu Lake, causing ripples.

Even Gu Huai, a foreign minister, knew a little bit about what An Gui did more than a decade ago, perhaps only Murong Yu didn't know.

When the assassin heard the words, his clear eyes flashed with surprise, but he did not speak.

Shen Zhiyan was a little confused, "He is An Guiren? An Guiren from Chunwuyuan?"

Qin Ruo walked over and took off the servant hat from the assassin's head, and a gray head developed before everyone's eyes. Then, Qin Ruo loosened the assassin's hair. In this way, An Gui's true capacity became clear to the world.

Liu An stared at An Gui with a lot of playful and suspicious eyes, but remained silent.

An Gui, his neck held up his head, his expression stubborn and cold, without any fear.

This face is covered with fine wrinkles, the brows are beautiful, and the beauty of youth can be vaguely seen.