The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Everyone was immersed in the thrilling and dangerous fierce battle, but Murong Chang was drunk in sorrow.

The man who is not far from her is the joy of her life and the happiness of her life, but she can't get it. Even if she tries her best to whisper and ask for perfection, she can't get his body and mind, and even stays beside him quietly. Nothing.

The so-called Langxin is like iron, she can be regarded as an instructor.

Even so, she still felt the traction of a tiny thread, which led her to look at him who was beautiful and graceful, God did not guard his house, sorrow and joy were intertwined.

When the young talent in the competition spurted blood on the spot, she was awakened. What happened?

There was a panic in front of the Palace of Wenhua, and the ladies and wives of the family were discussing hotly, and some of them were timid and pale, and they retreated in panic.

The blood-spraying Wang Zheng was lying on the red carpet. No one dared to come up and look closely. The Wang family, including Mrs. Wang and Miss Wang, immediately caught up and shouted in panic.

He Guang has the full authority to handle this competition, and he is naturally responsible for all matters, and at this time he has the unshirkable responsibility to check the situation, so as to report to the royal king and the prince. However, Murongci had already shot away like an arrow, to see whether Wang Zheng was alive or dead.

"Mrs. Wang, please stay aside and see Wang Zheng in this palace." She calmly said, turning her head to look at He Guang, "Go and pass the doctor."

"Yes, Your Highness." He Guang was about to vomit blood, and immediately ordered the subordinates of the Ministry of Rites.

A person died in an accident yesterday, and something happened again today. He seems to have done it well as a minister of rituals, and it's hard to protect the black yarn.

How could accidents happen one after another? Did he commit Tai Sui this year?

Madame Wang saw her son unconscious and lifeless, shocked and sorrowful, and almost fainted. Miss Wang calmed down, supported her mother, and looked at her brother anxiously.

Murong Ci probed the breath of Tan Wang Zheng, his heart cold for a while, his eyebrows frowned.

he died!

And under the corridor, Murong Yu was concerned about the progress of the matter, his deep eyes were filled with cold sharp light, sweeping coldly from the faces of the young talents, especially Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian.

Murong Chang didn't care about who died and who murdered. He was the only one in her heart and eyes.

She couldn't bear the fierce leaping heart, Shi Shiran walked to him and said softly, "Lord."

He did not respond, still looking ahead, as if he hadn't heard her voice at all.

She thought her voice was too soft, so she raised her voice slightly, and her voice became softer, "Master."

At this time, everyone was paying attention to Wang Zheng's life and death. Even the ladies who had secretly promised Yuwang Fang temporarily forgot their sweethearts, and no one noticed what happened in the hallway.

Seeing that he still hadn't heard, Murong Chang bit his lips in annoyance. If he made a louder noise, he would be heard.

While hesitating, Murong Yu suddenly got up and walked down the jade steps.

In fact, he didn't hear it, but didn't want to pay attention.

He stood on the lowest jade level, and Shen Lang's voice rose high, "Everyone is scattered."

Although she was a little angry, she was relieved quickly: Well, now something has happened, he is obliged to take control of the scene.

Everyone's attention fell on him again, especially those young ladies, who stood up and put their abdomen in graceful manners, hoping to win his attention.

The people around took a few steps back and gave up the field.

When Shen Zhiyan was not there, Murongci hesitated whether to test Wang Zheng a priori. At this time, she heard Murong Yu's voice again: "Shen Shaoqing, you are here at the right time. Check Wang Zheng quickly."

She looked up, Shen Zhiyan walked over quickly, and after a salute, she squatted down to inspect the body.

Mrs. Wang squeezed the silk paw and covered her mouth with tears, weakly and sadly leaning on her daughter, heartbroken.

"How could such a thing happen? Prince Wang has clearly won, hey, he is really jealous of talent."

"White-haired people give off black-haired people. Oh, it's really a big tragedy in the world."

"Fan Xiaowen died yesterday, and it is Wang Zheng's turn today. What kind of gods did this commit? It's not a good thing for the fleeting years."

"Fan Xiaowen is one of the top talents in the Imperial Capital, and Wang Zheng is one of the best young people in the Imperial Capital's martial arts. If these two die, then..." I dare not say the next half of the words.

"Is this a coincidence? This time the marrying contest is really ominous."

The person who said this noticed that the sleeves of his clothes were being pulled, and immediately understood what he shouldn't say, and the misfortune came out of his mouth. It is better to be cautious.

Then everyone was watching Shen Zhiyan's autopsy, and he said while watching: "The deceased Wang Zheng, twenty-two years old, has excess temperature, just died out of breath. There are no obvious injuries on his body, only a two-inch sword wound on his left arm."

Murongci had long noticed that the sword wound on Wang Zheng's left arm was abnormal. At this time, the wound appeared dark purple, and the clotted blood was also purple-black. Looking at his face again, his complexion was dark, his eyes slightly convex, the corners of his ears, nose and eyes had purple and black blood flowing out, his lips were dark purple, and his fingers also turned purple in a short period of time.

This is clearly a sign of poisoning.

Shen Zhiyan looked at her and said in a low voice: "His Royal Highness, Wang Zheng died of poisoning."

They have known each other for many years, and they have already had a good heart: how Wang Zheng was poisoned, it is clear at a glance.

Murong Yu's inner strength is deep, and his ears are different from ordinary people. He heard and guessed a bit of their conversation.

"Wang Zheng died here for no reason. It's quite strange. Shen Shaoqing of Dali Temple is here to check. Please come to the side hall for a while and wait patiently."

His stern voice spread out, like the scene of late autumn, and shocking like a mountain.

Someone asked without fear of death: "Then when can I leave the palace?"

"Checking it out will naturally make you leave the palace."

Murong Yu's cold eyes swept towards the questioner, chasing the wind like a sharp arrow, a ray of life and death, terrifying.

The man shrank his neck, feeling a chill in his back, and lowered his head not to ask any more.

Those who are whispering and unwilling to stay dare not murmur any more, obediently obey orders.

The imperial king’s wrists are iron and blood, and if he is moved by Thunder Fury, then it will be them who will suffer.

He instructed He Guang to lead everyone to the side hall to rest and give tea to soothe.

Murong Chang looked at him obsessively, the man she liked was so domineering!

Gong Junhao, Tang Cangtian, and other young talents who were closely related to Wang Zheng's death must stay here and wait for inquiries.

The wound on Wang Zheng's left arm was injured by Gong Junhao, and Murong resigned Gong Junhao to hand over the long sword he used.

He was born in the palace family, one of the four great families. As the eldest son, he had the courage to learn martial arts, but he died at this time because of his sword. It was unavoidable that he was panicked and a little unreasonable.

Shen Zhiyan and Murong Ci looked at the long sword together. After the test, Gong Junhao kept holding the long sword before he could put it down.

The long sword was stained with a ray of blood, as if it were eye-catching.

"Is this long sword wrong?" Murong Yu asked coldly.

"Take a kitten to test." Shen Zhiyan looked solemn, "His Royal Highness, the prince, the lower officials thought that the sword had been manipulated."

Murongci told Nei to catch a cat as quickly as possible, and a little black cat was caught in a short while.

He used this long sword to slash the little black cat. Soon, the little black cat died, and the blood flowing out was purple and black.

Gong Junhao staggered a few steps in horror, his face was gray, his eyes were blank but scared, and his forehead was covered with sweat: How could this be?

So draw a conclusion: this sword is poisonous!

Murongci had long guessed that the long sword was poisonous, "This poison is very powerful, and Wang Zheng died after being injured."

"This long sword looks ordinary, it should not be Gong Junhao's sabre." Shen Zhiyan looked at Gong Junhao, "but Gong Junhao used this sword in the competition..."

"Could it be that he made hands and feet on the sword?" Someone in the young talent speculated.

"Unexpectedly, he was such a person."

"I really can't tell, the eldest son of the prime minister's palace family."

Those young talents couldn't help whispering, making malicious speculations, and falling into trouble. They just wanted to put the murder charge on Gong Junhao, so they would lose a strong competitor.

Human words are terrible, Gong Junhao became more and more afraid of panic, his face pale as paper.

Murongci sneered, is the eldest son of the prime minister's mansion just that courageous? He was beaten by others in a few words, which was so hopeless.

She suddenly asked, "Gong Junhao, you smeared poison on this sword, didn't you?"

He waved his hand in a panic, stammering: "No... the officer hasn't done anything..."

"Aren't you who else?" Shen Zhiyan continued to interrogate, "Wang Zheng is a high-powered martial artist. As long as he dies, you will lose one of the strongest opponents, right?"

"It's not... Xiaguan didn't really kill people... Xiaguan didn't know that this sword was poisonous..." Gong Junhao was anxiously crying, "His Royal Highness is careful, Xiaguan really has no intention of killing..."

"Who prepared the long sword they used in the competition?" Murong Yu asked, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"For the sake of fairness and justice, the long swords used in the martial arts test are prepared by the Ministry of Rites, and all long swords are the same." Murong Ci looked at He Guang, "I will pass on those who prepare long swords and those who have had contact with long swords. Here."

"Yes, Your Highness." He Guang was so scared that his soul was frightened, hot sweat and cold sweat alternated, his robes wet and wet.

More than 30 people who participated in the competition were all here waiting for information to be passed on. Rong Qingting suddenly said: "His Royal Highness, before the competition, the next official saw Gong Junhao just taking a long sword at will. He didn't expect that the long sword was made. Hands and feet."

Tang Cangtian also said, "The lower officials also saw Gong Junhao taking one at will."

The others also agreed, saying that they were all swords taken at will, because each one was the same.

More than 30 long swords were prepared by two small officials in the Ministry of Rites. They were brought to see the royal king and the prince. They lowered their heads, and their hands and feet trembled because of panic.

"What have you done? What tricks have you done on the long sword, really recruit it!" He Guang asked sharply.

"The lower officials just moved those long swords from the Ministry of Rites to the Palace of Wenhua Hall." The little official said tremblingly.

"The two officials dare not slacken their efforts. Follow your instructions, the lord. They really haven't done anything." The legs of the other young official trembled like sifting chaff.

"You moved the long sword to the Wenhua Palace, can anyone watch it afterwards?" Murongci stared at them with sharp eyes.

"The two officials are watching."

"Never left?"

"No... yes, I left for a while."

"Didn't the officer want you to watch? Where did you go?" He Guangqi's gray beard trembled.