The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Rong Zhan said with ease: "In fact, we are not from the capital. I am a member of the Yang family in Taiwei's Mansion. I worked as a small official in the Weizhou Prefecture Yamen. It took only a few days from Weizhou to arrive in Beijing. This is my cousin. , The surname is Shangguan. I had a very happy conversation with Master Shen in Taiwei's Mansion. He took me here once, and today I brought my cousin to see and see."

Murong Ci smiled and said: "The son sees that we are not from the capital, so he is really glaring. I don't know how the son is called?"

Secretly wondering, this mysterious young man must see something, otherwise he would not see them for no reason.

The man in gold said meaningfully: "It turned out to be a distinguished guest from Taiwei's Mansion, disrespectful. It's still early, why don't the two have more fun?"

"I'm waiting as a guest at Taiwei's Mansion. It is not appropriate to go back too late." Rong Zhan said calmly.

"It's always inconvenient to live under the eaves of others." Murong Ci smiled brightly. "It's late to return home, and those who have higher eyes will always mutter a few words. It's too much trouble, we have to look at people's faces. I believe the son will understand."

"When Young Master Yang mentioned Weizhou, I remembered the half-month when I was playing in Weizhou three years ago." The man in golden clothes recalled with a deep gaze, "There is a shop selling steamed buns in the most lively Chaotian Street in Weizhou City. The old store in Weizhou is a must-see in Weizhou. What is the name of that hometown? Oh, yes, it’s called Zhang Ji. Zhang Ji’s steamed buns are different from other restaurants. After a bite, the fragrant broth splashes and the cheeks remain. Fragrant, the bun with the most unique flavor I have ever eaten."

"The old shop that the son said, I know, it hasn't moved to Chaotian Street three years ago, it's in a small alley, and it's not called Zhang Ji, it's called Ye's." Rong Zhan smiled, "Leaving home for many days, I also miss the taste of that soup dumpling."

"Look at my memory, I even remembered the name of the store wrong." The young man in Jin Yi smiled lightly.

Murongci secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Rong Zhan spent a while in Weizhou three years ago, otherwise he would be exposed.

Rong Zhan put in a lot of effort in order to make a trip to Longtan Tiger's Lair tonight.

And this mysterious young man in golden clothes used this to test, and the city mansion was too deep.

Under the dim red light and shadow, his golden mask flashed dark red, and agate, pearl and golden light complemented each other, luxurious and gorgeous.

Those beautiful eyes are dark and mysterious, which makes people want to find out.

He said slowly and lazily: "Since the two are in a hurry to go back, I won't keep you any more. Please."

Rong Zhan and Murongci bowed their hands and said, "I will visit your place again next time. Goodbye."

They didn't relax a little until they returned to the two noisy rooms.

The gamblers still yelled loudly, the joy-seekers continued to make fun of them, and the noisy noise was trapped in the underground world. No matter how earth-shattering things happened here, the outside would never know.

They went out as usual, but this time the Tsing Yi servant did not stop them.

Murongci saw a snow-clothed man standing in front of him. The man had an ordinary appearance and stared at her unblinkingly.

She felt that those eyes were incredibly beautiful, deep and condensed, and a little familiar.

However, how can someone who is a complete stranger feel familiar?

Passing by without squinting.

She and Rong Zhan walked slowly, leaving this flashy, noisy, and fornicating world.

The snow-clothed man turned his head and stared at their backs, his thin lips slanted, and he slid out a light smile.

A small boy in Tsing Yi led them away at the entrance of the passage. The underground world was like a maze, different from the way they came. Going around in the dim passage, finally saw a thick stone gate.

The Shimen opened, Murong Ci and Rong Zhan stepped out, and the familiar night and the red dust of the world rushed over their faces, making them happy.

This is a private house, a dilapidated and mottled earthen house. Going out is the main hall, and then going out is the alley.

"Going out from the alley is the facade of Linglongxuan."

Rong Zhan whispered, winking her: Go!

She understood what he meant, and he also saw that the young man in golden clothes was suspicious of them.

Sure enough, as soon as they took a few steps, four men in black quickly descended from the darkness, and the broad swords in their hands shone with cold light, matching the bright moonlight.

"What advice do the four Xiongtai have?" Rong Zhan smiled calmly.

"Don't dare." A man in black said gruffly.

In the next instant, four men in black swooped forward, the blade wind was biting, and the cold light splashed.

He shouted "back", drew a soft sword from his waist and stepped forward, full of spirit.

In an instant, the swords fought fiercely, and they reverberated fiercely in this silent late night.

Murongci hesitated whether to make a move. With Rong Zhan's martial arts, these four men in black should not have the upper hand. However, they are very skilled, killer moves are fierce, and call to the deadly parts to greet them.

The white shadow shuttled like a dragon and leaped like a meteor in the faint moonlight, with ease. The soft sword is incarnate as a silver-white flying dragon, with its spirit and spirit, and it can be retracted freely. The sword aura flies with great speed, fierce and swift, intertwined into a network of virtual reality and reality.

Suddenly, she noticed that murderous intent was coming from behind her, and she was shocked: someone attacked!

She was motionless like a clay sculpture and wood carving. When the murderous intent was only one foot behind her back, she suddenly flew up.

Rong Zhan fought fiercely with the four people. Although he noticed that there was movement on her side, he couldn't do anything else and couldn't fly around to protect her.

There are four men in black again!

She was about to pull out the soft sword around her waist, when she heard the movement suddenly, she let the four men in black stabbed with the sword.

Cold as snow!

Life and death line!

She stood in a corner of the wall in fear, her bright eyes widened, and her face was full of horror.

In the next instant, the body of flesh and blood was pierced with four blood holes by four big knives.

At this critical moment, a white spirit from nowhere, cold and fiercely hit the four broadswords.

It is like a thunderbolt splitting the world, like an ancient divine sword splitting a ten thousand-year cliff, tearing everything apart, invincible.

The four men in black felt a shock at the same time, their swords broke, and they fell to the ground.

They were all shocked and looked at each other. How could this be?

Where did this master come from?

Murongci yelled: "Help me—"

The four men in black noticed the terrifying murderous aura behind them, and turned to fight, but they saw a snow-clothed man standing long, his face dazzling with cold, and the hostility lingering around him was extremely frightening.

They threw their knives and besieged them.

A fierce fist brought up a gust of wind, passing by the cheek.

The snow-clothed man traversed freely in his fierce and fierce fists, his figure was as light and agile as a bird, but his hand was a heavy blow like steel.

Within thirty moves, the hands were broken, the neck was broken, the leg was mutilated, and the floor was wailing, terrible.

Murongci's heart is cold, and his martial arts can be described as superb.

If she fights against him, even if she tries her best, she will lose within a hundred moves.

However, his skill was enough to kill them, but he deliberately left a thread. Why? What is he thinking?

Over there, the fierce battle between Rong Zhan and the four men in black is also coming to an end.

The snow-clothed man walked up to her and said, "It's okay."

The familiar low voice is like a century-old wine that is warm and mellow.

"Thank you, son, for helping me." She gave her a hand in thanks.

"Okay, don't be pretentious." He raised his hand swiftly and tore off the human skin mask on her face.

"To each other." She also raised her hand, and took off the human skin mask on his face like lightning.

As expected, Murong Yu had already recognized her. Perhaps they recognized each other the moment they met each other at the first glance.

The moonlight is like mercury flowing slowly in the dark night, and these two faces bloom with their unique charm.

Fortunately, those in black were either dead or injured and fled, no one saw their true colors.

Rong Zhan rushed over and saw them showing their true colors. He was taken aback for a while and said: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Leave here first."

Murongci said lightly: "I'm fine, you go back first."

He understood what she meant, and didn't want his identity to be exposed in front of the royal king.

With a hand over, he flew away.

Murong Yu took her hand and walked forward quickly, turning into an alley, this time she did not try to break free.

A carriage stopped there quietly, they got into the carriage, and the coachman immediately drove forward.

She is still sitting near the car curtain, so it's easy to escape.

"Come here." His voice was cold, seemingly displeased.

"Why is the prince also going to Linglongxuan?" Murongci tried to divert the subject.

"Are you asking this king to carry you over?" There seemed to be a faint anger in his voice.

She looked at him, his jade-white handsome face and dark charm flashed in the shadow of Chuo Chuo, his deep eyes were as bright as black jade, and the light was slightly sharp.

Murong Yu moved to the side and asked her to sit aside.

She sighed inwardly, and sat down beside him reluctantly-even if she didn't pass, the end result would be the same.

It's useless to struggle, so why bother?

"How did the prince get out?" She leaned against the carriage wall, about half an arm away from him, "It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out."

"This king has his own way." His eyes were deep, and a dark haze enveloped him, "Didn't this king say it? Don't act without permission. Why don't you tell the king first?"

"It's too late...it's too late..." Murongci was one of the first two adults, why did you tell him? This is what she found, so why should I tell him?

But can you say this? Said it is asking for trouble.

Murong Yu snorted coldly, "I'm afraid you didn't mean to inform the king at all."

She grinned dryly, "You have misunderstood, it's really too late. But did the palace report to you, the result is still the same? Doesn't the prince also know?"

He approached her, approaching step by step, "If the king doesn't come, do you think you can come out safe and sound?"

She subconsciously moved to the side and pressed her back against the wall of the car, "Thanks to the lord this time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. Thank you lord..."

The ending trembles, and the last few words can't be said anymore, because her waist has fallen.

He stretched out his long arms, took her slender waist and brought a belt to his side, staring at her deeply.

Murongci stared at him, his scalp was a little numb, and his thoughts turned sharply.