The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

The hall resumed normal order. In the silence, the young talents answered as usual, and He Guang, his colleagues in the Ministry of Rites, and ghosts walked around to supervise them.

The short case where the man went to the empty building was particularly conspicuous, and he stayed there alone.

Murongci walked in lightly, stopped at the short case where Fan Xiaowen had been sitting, and swept his cold and frosty gaze inch by inch.

There were originally some imperceptible powder near the inkstone, which she accidentally saw when she came to see Fan Xiaowen's illness. However, no more now. She looked to the ground, and as expected, there was a little powder left on the ground.

"His Royal Highness, do you have something important to order?"

Wei Wenchang, the ceremonial doctor who came to question, bowed his body, his honest and upright face looked extremely respectful.

Murongci lowered his voice and said, "It's nothing, this palace is just looking around, you go busy."

Wei Wenchang left blankly, she immediately took out the silk paw and wiped it on the ground under the inkstone, then quickly folded the silk paw and copied it into the vast expanse.

This series of actions are quick and responsive, and unrestrained as a cloud.

When he turned to look, she was already walking outside.

Back at the side hall, Murongci heard Murong Yu's instructions to his servant to carry the corpse out of the palace and return it to the Fan family, and said quickly: "Hold on!"

He looked at her, his eyes sinking slightly, "Did Your Highness find anything?"

"This matter seems simple, but the palace feels that it is more appropriate to invite Shaoqing from Dali Temple to do an autopsy. If there is no doubt after the examination, it will not be too late to send the body to the Fan Mansion." She said sternly, "The palace has already sent someone to go. Please come, Shen Zhiyan, I believe he will be there soon."

"The palace is careful, very good." Murong Yu said calmly.

She smiled softly, and she didn't know if he was sarcastic or complimented.

Therefore, the doctor Li couldn't leave, and had to wait for Shen Zhiyan to come, and the two had an autopsy together.

After a while, He Guanglai asked for instructions: "My lord, what is right now? Let those people go back or..."

Murong Ci coolly said: "No one can leave. Leave them in the hall and tell them to serve tea and refreshments."

He looked at the king hesitantly and asked for his opinion. Detaining people in the Wuying Hall, isn't this telling everyone that they are all suspicious?

Murong Yu seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said: "According to His Highness's wishes."

He Guang took the order.

Murong Yu drank a cup of tea and whispered: "His Royal Highness, move to speak."

Murongci saw him walking towards the inner hall, knowing he had no good intentions, but gritted his teeth and followed in.

The light and shadow in the inner hall were dim, but there was a ray of sky light coming in from the window sill, shining dust flying in front of the window.

He was standing in front of the window, standing between half-yin and half-yang. The bright sky light cut him like a sword of cold light like snow. Half of it was Yin and half of Yang. It was mysterious and strange, as if from the Hell of Jiuyou. Climbing up the devil. The extreme dark forest of the yin makes the scalp numb and horrible, the extreme brilliance of the yang, and the sun and snow confuses people's hearts. But contradictoryly condensed in the body of one person, lucid and insidious.

Such a contradictory person is unpredictable.

"The prince has something to say to this palace?" She stood not far from the entrance, far away from him.

"Does Your Highness want everyone outside to hear?"

Murong Yu turned around, the handsome face that was angry with people and gods was full of ghost breath, but it did not compromise the beauty of the skin.

Murongci had no choice but to take a few steps forward, waiting for the following.

"I went to the main hall below the hall, but what did I find?" He walked into the shadow of Chuo Chuo and stood in front of her.

"The prince cares so much about Fan Xiaowen's death?" She couldn't stop the ridicule of her lips.

"His Royal Highness still remembers'being a cocoon and binding oneself'?" Murong Yu said with a sly smile, his voice low.

She was stunned, staring at him vigilantly.

There was a deep smile in his deep eyes, "You instigated Princess Zhaohua, how should this king'repay' you as the initiator?"

The word repay, bite slightly.

Murongci sneered, "The prince is wise and wise, and wants to be ahead of others in everything, how can he be bound by that "cocoon"?"

"The courtesy is always the king's preference."

"Then what does the prince want..."

Before she finished speaking, she felt that the waist was loose. It turned out that the silk of the waist was loosened, and the robes were slightly loose.

She was so angry that she immediately bowed her head and tied the silk.

The instigator flew behind her, bowed his head and scented carefully and deeply at the back of her arched neck.

The ice muscle wins the snow, delicate and smooth, with a faint fragrance lingering around the nose, sultry, and the endless spring scenery spreads out...

Murong Ci suddenly noticed the warm snot spraying on the back of his neck, his mind was horrified, his limbs became stiff, his whole body seemed to be frozen in ice, and he dared not move.

What does he want to do?

Murong Yu was not satisfied with this, his thin lips lightly touched the jade-white skin.

When warm meets slightly cool, whose heart is anxious, and the soul is shaking like epilepsy?

She reacted quickly, turned and left, staring at him angrily. Is this his "revenge"?

Dignified general, do you want to report it? No, it's stingy!

No, he just got so close, would he recognize her Yuxiang?

He mentioned before that he remembered the fragrance on the woman who lingered with him all night.

Her thoughts turned sharply, and she turned into a stone sculpture as she stared at him blankly.

Murong Yu is like a cat who has successfully stolen the fishy. His eyes are flowing and a trace of evil spirit is lingering. In the shadows, the magnificent beauty is shining with a seductive dark charm.

Seeing his look like this, she expected him to have not recognized it, or was not connected, so she was a little relieved.

It's just that his eyes can't look away anymore.

He looked at her, and she looked at him, her eyes intertwined, soundlessness was better than sound, it seemed as if there were fires and stars bursting hot.

"Where is your Royal Highness? Where is it?"

Shen Zhiyan's clear voice came from the outer hall.

Murongci woke up suddenly and turned around in embarrassment.

Murong Yu's gaze faded hot, and he walked out quickly after a few minutes of coldness.

When Shen Zhiyan learned of them in the inner temple, he came to look for people, but when he met them, he was taken aback and went to worship.

It's strange, how come your Royal Highness and Yuwang are in the inner hall?

Hey, why is your Highness's face so red? Even the ears are red as if drinking too much wine, what's the matter?

"Zhiyan, Fan Xiaowen died during the literary examination, please check it out." Murong resigned and walked out briskly.

"I knew that there must be a murder when I was in the palace..." He laughed excitedly, but immediately closed his mouth.

It is a bad thing to have a homicide, and it is hard to say that the deceased is the most serious.

Murong Yu sat down to drink tea and waited for the result-the palace man had already changed a cup of tea.

Madam Li briefly talked about the results of his inspection, and Shen Zhiyan put on his slim gloves and started the inspection.

"His Royal Highness, Fan Gongzi died of an asthma attack, there is nothing suspicious."

Not long after, he took off his gloves and made a conclusion.

Doctor Li got the order and returned to the hospital since.

Murong Ci took out the square Sipa, "Look at what this is?"

The autopsy must have an understanding of the art of Qihuang and various herbs that are highly toxic. Although Shen Zhiyan is young, he has a lot of research on medicine and medicine. He took the Sipa and sniffed it, then looked at it carefully, "This seems to be poppy pollen."

"Really?" She frowned.

"It's indeed poppy pollen. Where did Your Highness get it?" Shen Zhiyan raised the Sipa and stared at it for an instant. "No, it's mixed with other poppies. The powder made from mashed poppy flowers is mixed with it. In the pollen."

"Is this poppy pollen toxic?" Murong Yu walked over and asked, his brows sinking slightly.

"The whole poppy plant is poisonous." He affirmed, "His Royal Highness, where did this poppy pollen come from?"

"Before, my palace saw some powder beside the inkstone of the low case used by Fan Xiaowen. I didn't pay attention at first. Later my palace went back to see that it was gone. It should have been erased. However, there is a little bit of it on the palace bricks under the case. I wiped it out with a silk paw." Murongci's eyebrows narrowed slightly, doubts abound, "How could there be poppy pollen next to the inkstone on the case? Isn't it strange? What's even stranger is that Fan Xiaowen still had it when he first became ill. It was erased when the main palace went back to see it later. In other words, some people worried that poppy pollen would be discovered. Perhaps the person who erased the pollen was the one who put the pollen next to the inkstone."

"Poppy poppy pollen has something to do with Fan Xiaowen's death?" Murong Yu Junrong coldly, "The only doctor Li said, people with asthma avoid a lot of avoidance, and pollen can induce asthma attacks."

"Each patient with asthma has different external causes, but the appearance of this poppy pollen in Fan Xiaowen's case is too coincidental." Shen Zhiyan said categorically, with a firm look. "From the post-mortem, Fan Xiaowen did indeed die. Asthma, and this poppy pollen must be the main cause of its attack. However, Fan Xiaowen’s asthma attack is not immediately fatal, but he died of breath in a short time because the poppy pollen was mixed with poppy flowers. The powder made is poisonous. Although it is only a little, it is enough to accelerate his death."

"In other words, someone wants to kill him." Murong Ci made an inference.

"It's so bold to commit a murder in the literary test!" Murong Yu gave a cold look.

"Who wanted to kill Fan Xiaowen and why did he want to kill him?" Shen Zhiyan thoughtfully, "Fan Xiaowen has a family history, he has been famous since he was a child, and he became famous in the following years. These thirty-six young people Among the talents, he has the highest voice to win the literary examination leader."

"As long as he is dead, isn't the chance of others coming forward?" She sneered.

"The murderer is really cruel and invisible." He said in amazement.

"This technique is not very clever, otherwise we won't leave poppy pollen to be found by us." Murong Yu said, his eyes sharpened, "The person in front of Fan Xiaowen is Wang Zheng, the elder of the capital's defense department."

"Wang Zheng is indeed suspected. He learned from his father and has high martial arts skills. He stands out among the famous sects of the Imperial Capital. He is upright and upright and upright. He is not like this kind of ingenious and insidious ingenuity." Shen Zhiyan said. .