The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

It is a sharp sword that pierces the heart and a sharp sword that penetrates the soul.

Murong Chang's heart was in pain, blood was flowing, and she was tortured indefinitely. Her eyebrows were sour and tears poured out, but she was holding her head high with her neck, and the tears were stored in her eye sockets, and she refused to fall. She was stubborn and proud to support her spine, adding a bit of tragic and moving charm.

The beauty's tears filled her eyelashes, and her slender eyelashes were also dyed with moist mist, misty, her eyes waved like broken feathers, and her heart was broken in the dead shadow of the temple.

Such a delicate and fragile sentiment, the men in the world have a feeling of pity and care when they see it.

He alone was still cold and unmoved.

"The prince is strong, is his heart as hard as iron?" Murong Chang was still unwilling to give up, and gradually sucked the tears back. "The princesses of past dynasties have no real power, no official officialdom, but there are exceptions. The prince is very wise, If you talk about who is the best in governing the country and peace in the dynasty, the prince recognizes the second, and no one dares to recognize the first. As long as this palace says a few words in front of the father, the prince will only be more beautiful, more powerful, and will never become pampering. , Cast the unused cohorts."

"The princess said that this king is not worried. Moreover, if this king wants to do something, he will never rely on his own hands, and will never benefit from a woman." His arrogant body was iron-boned and arrogant, and the corners of his eyes flew out. Disdain.

"It's my palace who said the wrong thing." She sniffed her nose, with a look that she would rather bear the humiliation to get him. "When marrying this palace, the prince will be the icing on the cake, and the honor and favor will be even more prosperous. After marriage, the prince would like to have many side concubines. , Concubine, this palace has absolutely no objection, even if the prince wants to give that girl he likes how much he loves, this palace will not say a word."

"The princess is so dignified and imperturbable, why bother? This king believes that there are many people who are more suitable for the princess than this king."

"The prince really doesn't think about it carefully?"

Murong Chang stared at him, the handsome face of the famous emperor was full of coldness that was thousands of miles away, and those dazzling eyes like black jade had never accepted him. I begged him in such a low voice, put down his pride in this way, and would rather marry him by guarding Kongwei, but he was still unmoved.

Despair invaded all over the world, grabbing her heart.

Murong Yu gently shook his head, "The princess deserves the pity and care of an excellent man."

She turned and left, tears pouring down like rain and falling into snow.

But he stopped in front of the hall door and closed the hall door with both hands.

She wiped away her tears, exhaled, pulled the ribbon around her waist, loosened her summer shirt, and slowly turned around.

Her complexion was sorrowful but dyed with the sunrise and clouds, the first rays of the morning glow bloomed on her cheeks, the bright light was shining, and the golden red was beautiful.

The beautifully curved snow neck, the soft and delicate shoulders, the delicate jade clavicle, a spring day with the heavy waiting of the winter day quietly blooming, the bright light is compelling, and people's eyes are scorched.

He turned around calmly and said softly, "Princess, don't be confused. No one can threaten this king."

"The reputation of my palace has been destroyed, and I can no longer marry others, the prince should think about it carefully."

Murong Chang's voice returned to normal, as crisp as beads.

The ice muscles and bones are as cold as snow in the dim light and shadow, just like the fragrant and noble Qionghua floating on the cold icy water.

After that, she adjusted her clothes, and left.

Murong Yu's dark eyes narrowed coldly, and walked away.

...

Qingyuan Hall.

Emperor Murongcheng of the Yan Kingdom had just got up from his lunch break, and when he learned that Princess Zhaohua was waiting in the hall, he let her in.

Seeing his beloved daughter’s beautiful eyes were slightly red and swollen, her expression was different, and she was not humorous and chattering as usual. He was quite distressed, secretly thinking, what happened to Zhaohua?

"Zhaohua, who made you angry?" he asked lovingly.

"Father, Erchen's marriage is related to his lifelong happiness. Erchen doesn't want to marry a man whom Erchen doesn't like at all." Murong Chang said aggrieved, tears lingering in his eyelashes, pitiful and pitiful.

"Marriage matters have always been the orders of parents. Zhaohua, don't be willful, I will definitely pick a man you like for you." Murong Cheng's face became cold, and he spoke earnestly. He would never compromise on this matter.

"If you want your son to be satisfied, let the son pick it yourself, otherwise the son is not satisfied." She was so angry that her cheeks were bulging, showing a bit of her daughter's pampering state.

She is going to marry that person!

Suddenly he looked unhappy and frowned, "Zhaohua, I do it for your own good. If you don't know how to advance or retreat like this, I will be angry."

She can see it, and the father will never compromise.

After a long silence, her eyes were fixed, and she said decisively: "The son and the king are in love with each other..."

Suddenly there was an energetic Shen Lang voice outside the hall: "Your Majesty, the minister is ashamed of your Majesty. Just now, the minister reviewed the memorials in the study room. Princess Zhaohua was sympathetic to the minister and sent iced melons and fruits to the minister to taste. The minister thought that the princess was just passing by. I came to visit the ministers and sent them iced melons and fruits to relieve the heat in this hot summer. Unexpectedly, after the ministers left melons and fruits, the princess mistakenly thought that the ministers had longing for the princess. Your Majesty, the minister was wronged, and the minister always regarded it as disrespectful. The princess is a younger sister, and she has never had an affair with her children."

Murong Yu turned to her and was very sincere, "Princess, the minister did not know what was wrong, causing the princess to misunderstand, the minister should die. But the princess can rest assured that the prince will definitely choose a princess with both civil and military skills and extraordinary temperament for the princess. "

Murong Chang's prepared words stuck in his throat, his chest tight and angry.

What else could she say when he said these words?

Originally wanted to let him submit to them for life and let his father compromise on the basis that they already had skin relatives, but he actually guessed her intentions and hurried over.

Crushed shell teeth and swallowed blood.

She was ashamed, and she couldn't do anything if she was not reconciled. Even if she said those words, the father would not be on her side.

Murong Cheng glared at his beloved daughter, his face pale with anger.

This daughter is really spoiled.

"Your Majesty, Xu is the hot weather, and the princess has been exposed to too much sun, so that she behaves badly and talks nonsense." Murong Yu said warmly.

"Zhaohua, how I have indulged and spoiled you in the past, but it doesn't mean that you can do anything about marriage."

Murong Cheng's complexion was pale, and his anger remained undecided. Although he knew that his favorite daughter was always arrogant and stubborn, perhaps this time he was really moved by Murong Yu. However, he did this for her good, and she would understand later.

Thinking of this, he hardened his heart and coldly said: "In such a hot day, don't run around, stay in the sleeping hall and think about it. On the day of the martial arts test, you must be there. Zhaohua, make me disappointed. I will never be merciful to anything that is ridiculous and generous!"

Murong Chang stared at Murong Yu, as if he hadn't heard his father's reprimand, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, flickering, and the water was shining, intertwined with resentment, sorrow, and love, but they were all sincere to him. affection.

This attitude, this obsession, is moving.

"Why? Do you want to be mad at me?" Murong Cheng saw her look like this, and he sternly scolded, "I really hurt you for nothing! Go back and think behind closed doors, don't take a half step out of the sleeping hall!"

"Erchen retires." She glanced at her father, then looked at Murong Yu, and finally ran away with her pale face and red and swollen eyes.

The moment he turned around, tears were flying, splashing down in the dusty palace bricks.

Murong Cheng sighed for a long time, "Too much pampering, in exchange for heart-stirring."

Murong Yu said warmly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the princess will definitely want to understand."

Murong Cheng nodded. Actually, he was a little puzzled by Murong Yu's words and deeds. He had lofty ambitions, brilliant talents, and hidden ambitions. Why didn't he insist on marrying Zhaohua? As long as he marries Zhaohua, he will be honored as a servant, and his power will be even more monstrous, and he can even pinch Zhaohua to threaten himself. However, he did not do so.

Murong Yu, this person, he couldn't see through.

Murong Yu knew why his Majesty refused to let Princess Zhaohua marry him.

...

After many days of preparations, the first literary test of the contest for the recruiting of the horses was held as scheduled, and the literary test venue was in Wuying Hall.

Before the hour came, the thirty-six talents who participated in the recruitment contest were all waiting outside the hall, standing in twos and threes to chat together.

A glance at the past, one Shuier's brocade clothes, another Shuier's magnificent appearance, another Shui'er's appearance, and another Shui'er's eloquent talk.

Some people are born with arrogant eyes and disdain to chat with others, some are humorous and chattering, some are warm and gentle like a jade tree, and are graceful and graceful...In short, the entire emperor Beijing has the best appearance, the most talent, the highest martial arts, and the temperament. The best famous princes and young talents are here.

Murongci, Shangshu He Guang of the Ministry of Rites, and the minister of the Ministry of Rites arrived on the hour. The servant opened the door of the temple and led the people in.

The hall was spacious, and the waiter had already placed 36 low cases in advance, and the young people were seated, excitedly waiting for the test questions to be issued.

Murongci and Libu Shangshu sat in the first seat, and the left and right servants distributed the test questions.

Reading the two test questions on the white paper, the young talents reacted differently, some frowned, some exhaled, some smiled confidently, some were nervous...and so on.

At this time, the insider's announcement came from outside the hall: "The Royal King is here!"

Murongci moved his mind, suddenly raised his head and looked out—what is he here for?

Don't go to the study room and wait for the memorial to be reviewed, so what fun to join in? His business is everywhere!

That day, Princess Zhaohua made such a fuss in the Qingyuan Hall. She had heard of it, but she couldn't think of it. He would push Zhaohua far away without leaving a half-hearted feeling.

However, she also understood that his resolute refusal was to prevent Zhaohua from getting stuck in it, and that continuous defiance was the deadliest.

There was a sound of getting up in the hall, and the man stepped forward, draped in the dazzling sunlight, as if he had stepped on the world, everything, and the magnificent world.

Wearing a purple gold crown and black gold embroidered python robe, he has a proud posture and superb aura.

Wherever his eyes went, there was silence.

For some reason, Murongci felt that today's Murong Yu was clearly his usual dress, but it was a bit more majestic and domineering than usual, and that handsome man was a bit more solemn, and his gaze was a bit more without anger and arrogance. The whole person forced a terrifying and Ling Ran aura.

He Guang, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, led a colleague of the Ministry of Rites, and 36 young talents bowed to the worship, "Meet the prince."

She sat leisurely, staring at him.

The thirty-six young talents who participated in the literary examination bowed their heads, all respectful.

Either you were buried in the dust, deeply worshipped, and full of awe; or you held your breath and even looked up and felt that it was an offense to God.

She licked her lips playfully, do you want to be so scared? Does Murong Yu have three heads and six arms, or is he murderous or a **** on the nine heavens worthy of burying himself in the dust like this?