The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

In just a moment, Murongci slowed down, and got up neatly to tidy up the light robe and bring it slowly - ah, yes, she didn't wear the outer robe, so she quickly went to the hanger to take the outer robe and put it on.

This series of actions was calm and calm, and there was no trace of panic, but she had already been in a state of chaos in her heart, and she almost wore her robes upside down.

Do the guards and palace people outside eat shit? Why let him run in? Why is no one to pass on?

This man was too much, he broke into her bedroom in broad daylight!

Who allowed him to do this?

For a while, the anger in her heart gradually became a prairie fire, staring at him bitterly.

"The prince, this is the palace of the palace, no one can trespass. Please remember the prince." She had a cool smile, but her tone was calm and sharp.

"The king of the emperor's bedroom can go in and out freely, let alone the East Palace of His Royal Highness?" Murong Yu's handsome face floated lightly, and his smile was hidden with a cold-like blade.

Murong was so angry that he had to admit that what he said was not a false statement, but a fact.

He has this strength and ability!

She grinds her teeth secretly, too lazy to waste her lips and tongue with him, and walks to the hall on her own, "The prince bends here, is there something important?"

He went into the hall, deliberately acting against her.

She turned around and suddenly lost her anger, and the anger in her heart quickly rushed to her forehead-he actually sat on her chaise couch and lay down leisurely!

"Come down!" She rushed over and snapped.

"Don't make noise." Murong Yu seemed to be scolding a naughty child, lying lazily, very comfortable, his eyes closed.

"My palace tells you to roll down!" She was so angry that she glared at him.

This man is getting worse and worse, even her chaise couch is not let go!

He didn't put his feet up, his long body occupied her chaise couch, his posture was comfortable, as if this was his palace and his bed.

Murongci became more angry as he watched, and the more angry he wanted to beat him, his fists clenched and clucked.

Don't break out in silence, just die in silence.

She stepped forward and grabbed him by the arm, trying to pull him off, but his body was so heavy and his martial arts was so high that she didn't even pull him at all.

Unbearable, no need to bear!

She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to pull the entrenched mountain down.

However, the peak remained motionless, and he admired her awkward appearance of doing useless work in a leisurely manner.

"Use more force."

"The strength is too small."

"It's better to go and eat some food before you come."

"Why don't this king help you."

Murong Yu said leisurely and contentedly, his thin lips pursed with a cool chuckle.

Murongci felt an unprecedented sense of frustration, her eyes shot at him like a knife Lingran, she slammed her fist at the extremely annoying handsome face, and a scene of a big pie being smashed appeared in her mind.

However, the fist that was slammed hard stopped in the air, unable to move.

Her wrist was clamped by two fingers, she couldn't pull it back, and couldn't move forward, so she froze two inches in front of him.

Annoyed by her incompetence, she suddenly attacked with her left hand, piercing his eyes with her fingertips.

Suddenly, his strength suddenly increased, majestic and majestic, and his whole body rushed forward with the strength of his wrists.

She felt very bad, and she hurriedly fell into her dantian anger, trying to stop the trend of rushing forward, but it was useless at all, and rushed on him gorgeously.

Murong Yu folded his arms together, and the feeling of Wenxiang Nephrite in his arms was too beautiful and ecstasy, it was worth experiencing the taste in detail.

At the moment when the bodies collided, Murongci's brain flashed and went blank.

At this moment, she was lying on his body, grief and sorrow that could no longer be sorrow, wishing to slam her head into his chest.

"Let go of this palace!"

She was flustered by such a terrible panic, struggling instinctively.

His palm slowly rubbed her silky back, although it was separated by the silk mid-laner, it felt better than the sum of all the delicate pinks in the world.

"If you writhe like this, this king can't guarantee that you will not be confused." His voice was low and dumb, sinking to his bones, giving rise to a charming ambiguity.

"Why is my palace twisting?" Murong scolded in an unrevealed rage, "Don't let go?"

"His Royal Highness surrendered, and this king should accept it with difficulty."

Murong Yu's big palm slid down her waistline. She was taken aback and exclaimed in panic: "Stop!"

At this time, Qin Ruo came in quietly.

Although she heard weird movements in the sleeping hall when she walked into the main hall, she did not dare to make a rash decision.

When she saw His Royal Highness pressing the imperial king on the concubine couch, she was shocked and her face turned pale, and she subconsciously covered her mouth. What the **** is this?

The secret of His Royal Highness was seen through by the king?

Do you want to help your Highness?

Murong Yu saw her ossified into a clay sculpture at the entrance of the sleeping hall, and her lustful eyes suddenly became cold and fierce.

Qin Ruo finally chose to withdraw, and the king's look knew that if she did not withdraw, His Highness would be in danger.

Murongci was struggling in the dire straits, did not see or notice anyone coming in. Her small face was flushed red, beautiful as a peach and plum, soft and tender, and tempting to take a bite. Finally, she propped up her arms and used all her strength to push him away, but he smiled calmly and imprisoned her in his arms without any effort.

The two wrestled for a long time, and she finally chose to give up and slumped on him.

The body is rubbed against each other, the ears rub against the temples, the breath is intertwined and the breath is staggered. The spring scenery is no more attractive than that.

Both of them were sweating, especially the close-fitting breasts, sweaty, her fragrance and his aloes mixed with sweat, becoming more and more ambiguous and dazzling.

"The king will spare you with one bite."

Murong Yu chuckles like a treacherous and cunning fox, his mysterious robe is a bit messy, revealing a delicate collarbone.

Murongci glared at him annoyedly, his bright eyes gleaming.

"Last time you bit this king's ear, you can also ask this king to bite your ear beads today."

"It's better to bite you again, how about it?"

"Also."

His sword eyebrows were raised slightly, and he smiled lightly.

She pulled away his shirt, her tight shoulders exposed in the dim light and shadow.

The skin is as white as jade, smooth as the supreme silk satin, as if it contains infinite and mysterious power. In the dim light, it is like a pearl and beautiful jade is radiant and radiant. It is lined with the deep eyes like black jade, the thin lips and the jade sculpture. Such a magnificent and handsome face makes people excited and addicted for no reason.

Murongci realized that he was lost, and his cheeks became even redder with embarrassment, and suddenly felt unable to speak.

This situation is too embarrassing and weird.

She is the crown prince!

"Where do you want to bite?" Murong Yu was startled when she saw her, and seemed very happy.

"Are you trying to abuse yourself?" Murong Ci pushed him hard again, annoyed and almost collapsed, "Have you played enough?!"

"Naturally I haven't had enough."

Before the voice fell to the ground, his big palm had already clasped the back of her head and pressed it down.

The scorching breath sprayed, and thin red lips struck, as if shocking.

hiss!

The sharp pain made her gasp, and her ears hurt so much.

He smiled and admired his masterpiece. Her delicate ear beads were like fragile mutton fat white jade, and a little blood bead took advantage of the jade white. It seemed to be the only blood-colored mandala in the snowy field of ten miles. It was beautifully enchanted, mysterious and stunning. .

Murong was so angry that Qiqiao made smoke, would this man be so stingy? Didn’t it just bit him last time? Is this going to be called back?

She seemed to have lost her mind, like a ghost, she lowered her head resentfully and bit down his shoulder viciously.

Murong Yu didn't say a word, and quietly let her bite, while two big palms quietly grasped the slender and round waist, and pressed her body down, as if to bury her in her own. Body.

This ultimate beauty seemed to have reached the fusion between them, but he suddenly felt that it was far from enough. The scorching heat in the chest and lower abdomen, the blood rushing like a boil in the limbs, reminded him of the selfless, thorough entanglement and entanglement of men and women in the world...

She suddenly noticed something was wrong, his body was hard and soft, and there was a contradiction, but something was different.

She got up in a panic, but he didn't stop her, letting go.

The face, which was already flushed all over, was so red that he was about to bleed.

Murongci tidied his robe, poured a cup of tea, extinguished the heat and embarrassment of the whole body, and gradually cleared his mind.

Murong Yu sat next to her, pulled her down, and then took a tea cup.

She understood what he meant, poured him a cup of tea, and said bitterly: "Are you not afraid that my palace will poison the tea?"

"Death under the pomegranate skirt, and be a ghost." He drank it, and the heat in his body gradually dissipated.

"It's getting late, isn't the prince going out of the palace yet?" She asked impatiently, wishing him to disappear immediately.

"How did the worker Wai Lang Zhuang Qin and the head of household Gan Taizu die?" He asked straightforwardly.

The beauty is gone, the sleeping hall is dim, and the twilight settles into night.

Murong Ci moved his mind slightly, stood opposite him, stayed away from him, afraid to look at him, "The prince is also interested in their death?"

"If Afurong ointment is involved, this matter is no trivial matter." Murong Yu's face was not half joking, and his tone became cold, "Tell everything you know."

"They were indeed poisoned and killed by taking too much Afurong ointment." She was astonished, how did he know?

News from Dali Temple?

He asked solemnly: "This matter may not be as simple as your Highness thought. If you and Shen Shaoqing have found out, tell this king quickly."

Even the imperial king who did not change the appearance of Mount Tai was so serious about A Furong Ointment, and she was even more disturbed, and she said everything she found in the past two days.

Murong Yu pressed his eyebrows slightly, "That said, you haven't found anyone secretly selling Afurong ointment."

Murongci nodded, "I hope Qingyang Lane will have a surprise. Why are you so nervous about these two murders?"

He asked back: "Two Beijing officials died suddenly, related to Afurong's anointing. Doesn't your Highness feel shocked by this case?"