The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

No wonder Wanfang Jinwu Cangjiao with good looks.

Murong Ci Qingliang said: "Isn't your husband an official? Just tell your husband."

Luliu's face changed slightly when she heard the words, but she quickly calmed down. Even if you can't guess the origins of these three people, judging from their clothing, they must not be bandits and robbers. However, her husband is a high-ranking officer of the military inspector. She wondered that these three people should have come for her husband, so she became proud and raised her head and said: "Since you know that my husband is an official, you should know that we Home is not annoying."

Oh, give her a little color and she will be brilliant.

Murongci teased her and said, "You are just a concubine who can't be put on the stage, and your husband dislikes your background."

Luliu was so angry that she couldn't refute it. Indeed, she was born in poverty and had to fall into the dust and became a pipa girl. If it were not for Wanfang to pity her, she would not be able to live a stable and ordinary life away from the world.

But she knew that her husband did despise herself.

Although he didn't say anything, he occasionally showed a bit of contempt.

"Wanfang was in charge of the military equipment supervisor and committed the death crime of punishing the nine tribes. Tomorrow will be the first to show it to the public."

Murongci admired the change in her expression with great interest, Lu Liu's eyes slowly widened, panic and fear gradually spread, and she looked like she couldn't believe it.

Husband is dead, so what should she do? She finally found a stable life...

Luliu shouted hysterically: "Impossible! You are talking nonsense!"

"My palace comes to talk nonsense to you in the middle of the night? Do you think this palace is very idle?" Murong Ci walked over, slender fingers provoked her chin, "More than forty people in the Wanjia Mansion have been taken into prison. You are left."

"I won't...I won't..." Lu Liu shook his head in panic, still deep in shock.

"If you make a confession one by one, this palace will reward you with a whole corpse. Otherwise, you will be stripped of the head of the owl to show the public, so that the entire Imperial Capital can see your whole picture." Murong Ci smiled slightly, so bloodthirsty and cold.

"I don't know anything, how can you persecute me like this?" Lu Liu was horrified, "Who are you?"

"This is the royal king, and this palace is the prince." Murong introduced slowly.

a bolt from the blue!

Luliu's complexion changed drastically. Because of his shock, his legs were as soft as water, and he slid down on the ground, dumbfounded.

Yuwang!

Prince!

This is a member of the heavenly family! Powerful! Squeezing her to death is like squeezing an ant to death!

She has no room for resistance at all!

Sitting in the main seat, Murong Yu seemed to be watching the show in a leisurely manner. The dignity and coldness surrounding him made his heart tremble. The arrogance and contemptuous attitude was so intimidating that he didn't dare to look directly at him.

She glanced at her secretly and immediately lowered her eyebrows, as if she would have a corpse on the spot with another peek.

"The two nobles...want to know what, just ask, I must know everything, and only ask the two nobles to show mercy and spare my life." Luliu saw the current situation clearly, and pleaded sadly and weakly.

"Just figure it out. If you answer honestly and answer well, maybe my palace is happy and spare your life." Murong resigned.

"Yes, please, please."

"Does Wan Fang come to you often?"

"I used to come here often before, but it has been less in the past six months. I only come once every ten days and a half. I asked him. He said that the military inspector had a lot of official duties and couldn't get away."

"Has he mentioned Linglongxuan to you?"

"Linglongxuan..." Luliu frowned and thought, "I remember, he mentioned it once and said that he would go to Linglongxuan to see the jade sculpture."

"What else did you say?" Murong Ci asked.

"That's all, I didn't say anything. At the time, I thought it was a bit strange. He usually doesn't like jade carvings, and he doesn't know how to buy jade carvings. Somehow he likes it."

"Apart from going to the military supervisor at night, staying in the mansion, and coming to you, do you go anywhere else?"

"Nothing."

"You'd better think clearly before answering, otherwise my palace is in a bad mood..."

Seeing her murderous look, Luliu thought about it earnestly, and then said: "Nobleman, I really don't know. Every time he comes to me, I serve him to eat, wait for him to bathe, and then...he rarely talks to me. Talking about the outside, but I know he is a capable person, and he will definitely be rich in the future..."

Suddenly she realized that she had said something wrong, and quickly said: "I didn't expect him to commit a capital crime. I really don't know anything..."

Murongci asked again: "What are Wanfang's preferences on weekdays?"

Lu Liu replied, "He has no preferences, so he likes to write a few words. He wrote the calligraphy and painting in this room."

Murongci had long seen several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the two walls of the hall, so she went to the east wall to look at the three calligraphy and paintings.

Wan Fang is really talented, and his calligraphy and painting skills are quite amazing, not much inferior to everyone in the world.

The word is calm and atmospheric without losing its vertical and horizontal spirit, and the brush strokes are as smooth as clouds and flowing water, but with a little bit of strength, they have become a camper, a crime of crime.

Seeing that the two nobles were concentrating on the calligraphy and painting, Luliu's thoughts moved, and he got up and ran out immediately.

However, before she ran a few steps, she was caught by the ghost that had been paying attention to her. Ghost Ying said angrily: "Be honest!"

Murong Yu stood in front of the western wall looking at the calligraphy and painting, and suddenly said, "Your Highness, come and take a look."

Murong Ci walked over and asked, "What's the matter?"

Following his gaze, there is a picture of a calligraphy and painting on the wall that looks familiar.

"Xuanyuetan!"

They said in unison and smiled knowingly.

Was it a coincidence that Wan Fang painted a painting of Xuanyuetan?

"When was this painting painted?" Murongci asked Luliu.

"About two months ago." Luliu replied.

Murong Ci and Murong Yu looked at each other, and the time was in line with each other. It was a coincidence.

He took down the painting, rolled it up and prepared to take it away, and then ordered Ghost: "Put her in prison for the torture department!"

Luliu yelled in fear: "The nobleman is forgiving...the nobleman is open to you...I don't know anything about Wanfang being a criminal offense..."

The ghost was so annoying that he clicked her dumb acupuncture point and pushed her out.

...

On the way back to the imperial palace, Murong Yu and Murong Ci each took a ride and moved forward slowly.

The sky is high, the night is quiet, and the sky is full of stars to accompany them on the street. The breeze flicked from the cheek and ear, comfortable and cool.

At this moment, they were not sleepy at all, thinking about what happened in the past two days, clarifying some confused thoughts.

The young man in the golden clothes is good at planning, always seems to be a step ahead of them, and even played them once. However, they also have a clue.

"What do you think?" Murong Ci was a little excited.

"Don't think about it. It's dawn in more than an hour, and your Highness doesn't have to go back to the palace. Let's rest in the palace." Murong Yu said in a low voice.

"There is nothing to do tomorrow, I will return to the palace..."

"Of course something will happen tomorrow. This king will show Wan Fang and Wang Taoxiao to the public for the first time."

She was stunned, she just said casually, he actually did it.

However, to show Wan Fang and Wang Tao to the public, although the methods are harsh, it is a great deterrent to the Manchu civil and military and the people of the imperial capital, and it is also a serious warning to the young man in Jinyi.

She kind of admired his decisiveness and brains.

Suddenly, I felt that they were riding slowly under the shining starlight, which was a bit weird.

Secretly leaning over the corner of his eyes, he stood proudly on the gods, his body was like a mountain, and his snow-colored face was dotted with faint midnight stars, elegant and somewhat dark, and he couldn't help staring at it, unable to move away. look.

"What is your Royal Highness looking at?" Murong Yu suddenly turned his head.

"No...nothing..." Murongci retracted his gaze in a panic, and touched his forehead in embarrassment, "It's just that the forehead is a little bit painful."

"It's hard to imagine that His Royal Highness would ride a horse on the street with this king on such a night, calmly." He laughed at himself and smiled lightly.

"Yes, I didn't expect this..." She suddenly realized something and shut up immediately.

What are you talking about?

He drove the horse closer to her and held her little hand holding the rein. She shrank and said angrily: "What are you doing?"

Murong Yu held her little hand firmly and looked at her deeply, "His Royal Highness, your enemy is not my king."

Murong Ci was stunned, and saw that his deep eyes, which were stained with Xinghui, flashed with sincerity and frankness.

Can you believe what he said?

Can he be trusted?

Believe it today, what about tomorrow? What's next?

She was awake suddenly, did not answer, and answered indifferently.

"Do you not believe your Highness?" Murong Yu asked in a low voice.

"Does it matter whether you believe it or not?" She curled her lips slightly.

"Yes, it's not important." His thumb gently scratched the palm of her hand, showing intimacy. "The important thing is that your Royal Highness has this king in his heart."

Murong Ci silently withdrew his hand, pulled on the rein, and galloped, "My palace is exhausted, go back soon."

He swept his horse and quickly followed.

...

It would waste a lot of time to go back to the East Palace to rest and go back and forth. Murongci finally decided to stay overnight in the Royal Palace, so he should do everything in a hurry. She slept for three hours, and when she got up, she was already three poles in the sun.

After Qin Ruo waited for her to wash, a maidservant came to report, and the prince asked her to eat.

The maidservant led the way, and their master and servant came to a five-cornered pavilion together.

The flowers are clustered around and the fragrance is rich. The lotus in the pond blooms just right, slim, elegant and clean, with a blush that looks like the shy red cheek of a young woman, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Murong Yu was sitting in the pavilion drinking tea, and seeing her coming, his cold facial features softened a bit, "Your Highness, please sit down."

Qin Ruo and the maid retreat to the shade of the tree outside the pavilion, some distance apart.

Murongci looked at the sumptuous meals on the stone table, including breakfast and lunch, and smiled: "I'm really hungry, my palace is welcome."

With that, a piece of sweet and soft pastry has flown into his mouth and swallowed into his belly.

He scooped a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her, "Try the lotus leaf soup."

She ate two spoonfuls unceremoniously and was full of praise, "It's pretty good. Don't you want to eat it?"

He smiled lightly, as if watching her eating with relish, he felt beautiful. However, he also picked up the silver chopsticks to eat.

While eating, she flew at the corner of her eyes, and saw him still wearing a light black robe, elegant and luxurious in the blossoming scenery, spring breeze-like face with a hint of smile, those black jade-like eyes gleamed brightly, How beautiful it looks.

"If you want to see, just look at it openly." Murong Yu smiled.

"Who is looking at you?" Murongci lowered his eyes in embarrassment, a thin flush of red flew on his cheeks, and muttered, "Don't be ashamed."