Murong Yu held her catkin and said in a low voice, "This king is as you wish, are you satisfied?"
Murong Ci withdrew his hand and said coldly: "You can see what Ben Gong is thinking."
"From the perspective of the court's criminal law and family and state laws, you naturally want to avenge the souls of those who died unjustly, severely punish the murderer, and behead the public. From the perspective of family affection, you don't want to watch Princess Zhaohua die, and you don't want His Majesty to know about Zhaohua's death. Princess Hua died at your hands. You are in a dilemma and cannot make a decision, so I kick this problem to this king and ask him to make a decision for you."
"You let the imperial sister live, won't you regret it?"
"What this king cares about is whether you will regret it."
She sighed perplexedly and sadly, "I don't know if I will let the imperial sister go."
He patted her head with a different kind of gentleness, "A Ci, no matter what the consequences are, I will bear them with you."
Murong Ci stared at him blankly, why did he always say something that made her heart tremble and tease her
Murong Yu also looked at her, as if he wanted to penetrate into her heart through her pupils, understand her thoughts, dance with her soul, and fly together.
In such silent staring, the lake in her heart rippled round and round, and the surrounding ice walls seemed to gradually loosen and melt.
After a while, he raised her chin and kissed her, but she quickly ran away, "I'm going to Jinghong Hall."
He watched her run away in a panic, with a gentle smile on his lips.
Storms raged against the palace, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, curtains of rain stretched to the distance, and the palace with carved beams and painted buildings became blurred in the water curtain.
When Murong Ci and Qin Ruo arrived at Jinghong Hall, most of their robes were wet.
Concubine Qiao was standing in the hallway, and the maid was about to escort her back with an umbrella.
"His Royal Highness, Chang'er..." Concubine Qiao hesitated to speak, wanting to say that Chang'er didn't want to see His Highness, but she didn't say it.
"I still have some questions and I want to ask the imperial sister." Murong Ci had a clear mind, and Concubine Qiao should have been "driven out" by Zhaohua.
Zhaohua can't understand the feelings of being a mother at all.
Concubine Qiao sighed helplessly, "Thank you, His Royal Highness, for your mercy."
Murong Ci said flatly: "It is Yu Wang who made the verdict, and it is Yu Wang who you want to thank."
Concubine Qiao begged sadly: "Shang'er has indeed committed a big mistake, please Your Highness please bear with me for His Majesty's sake."
Murong Ci didn't answer, nodded and walked inside.
The hall was as silent as death, with two maids standing beside it. They wanted to go in to report, but Murong Ci stopped them with gestures.
Murong Chang sat by the bed and had already changed into clean clothes.
She was dumbfounded, her dark eyes were dull, and her delicate face had lost its jade-white luster, hidden in the dim light and shadow, like a decaying flower that had been ravaged by a violent storm, and was about to fall into mud and dust.
Qin Ruo was waiting in the main hall, Murong Ci went into the sleeping hall alone, looked at Zhao Hua for a while, and said softly: "Your sister is resenting me."
"How dare my sister hate the elder brother of the prince?" Murong Chang said hoarsely, with a bit of sarcasm in his voice.
"Such a tone, isn't it resentment?"
"If the prince's elder brother is fine, the younger sister is going to rest."
"Yuan Xiu took all the blame and died on your behalf. You are still the daughter of the emperor, but you have lost the honorable title of princess. You should be content."
"Yeah, how can my sister be dissatisfied?"
Murong Ci sat beside her, and asked gently: "Sister, can you tell me truthfully why Zhao Qingsong, Xia Xiaolu, and Lin Shu were killed?"
Murong Chang sat motionless, without breathing, without expression, without words, he was a dry real person.
Murong Ci didn't know whether to be angry or to be considerate of her feelings, "I just want to know, I won't embarrass you."
Murong Chang's eyeballs that looked like longan cores finally moved, and he slowly turned his face, "I want to know"
Murong Ci nodded, "Actually, you don't need to kill them. Killing them will only increase your own sins."
"Yeah, why did my sister kill them? My sister didn't kill them, she just punished them so that they would stop pestering my sister."
"punish them"
"Isn't it? They stalked and chattered endlessly, and still didn't let Chenmei go. Chenmei was so annoyed to death, let Yuanxiu shut them up forever, so that they could no longer follow Chenmei." Murong Chang With a shallow smile, so innocent, "Brother Prince, what I hate most is those people who buzz like mosquitoes. As long as you slap the mosquitoes to death, you will be much quieter."
Murong Ci was speechless, and was shocked that her psychology had been distorted like this, it was terrible
This is killing innocent people indiscriminately
Murong Chang stood up and said coldly: "Sister Chen is tired, she is going to rest, Brother Prince can do what he wants."
Murong Ci walked to the entrance of the bedroom, turned around and saw her lying on the bed slowly, four words came to mind: hopeless.
Let her go this time, right
wrong
Murong Ci couldn't predict the future, nor did he know what would happen in the future, so he could only pray to God that he would not regret it in the future.
After thinking about it all day, Murong Ci was still unable to make a decision, whether or not to report the matter of the imperial sister's deprivation of the title of princess to the emperor, when to report it, and in what way to report it. Furthermore, will the father be angry and sad when he finds out, can he bear it
For such a big matter, even if she doesn't say it, the emperor will know about it sooner or later, so it's better to report it to the emperor in a tactful way.
She just wanted to go to Qingyuan Hall, but she didn't expect Murong Yu to go to Qingyuan Hall before her.
The palace people came to report, and her father sent her to Qingyuan Hall. She asked the palace man if his father knew anything, and the palace man said that Yu Wang was in the Qingyuan Hall.
She hurried to the Qing Yuan Hall, and as expected, Murong Yu came out of the Emperor's bedroom with an awe-inspiring and upright air.
"Did you tell father about the imperial sister?"
Murong Ci asked in a low voice, his teeth itching with anger, he would definitely report to his father, how could his father bear it
He pampered her nose and said with extreme ambiguity, "Go in, Your Majesty is waiting for you."
She glared at him angrily, fortunately there were no palace attendants in the hall, otherwise the palace attendants would look at him, and rumors would spread quickly.
She shot him an annoyed look, and walked to the bedroom.
Unexpectedly, he stretched out his lustful claws and patted her buttocks.
She stamped her foot angrily, while he was already striding out.
In the sleeping hall, Murong Cheng was sitting by the bed, looking good, but his face was stern, covered with a thin layer of cold frost, obviously angry.
She asked An to salute, "I don't know what orders my father summoned my sons and ministers."
"Yuwang said something happened to Zhaohua, what exactly is it, and why is it so serious to deprive him of his title?" He was very displeased, and said sternly, "Tell me carefully, if there is no reasonable reason, I will never allow you to act recklessly .”
"Father, my son did not mess around." Murong Ci said sincerely, he couldn't help but hate that damned Murong Yu, and he didn't know how he said to his father, "The matter of the imperial sister was made after consultation between my son and the king." ruling."
"Yuwang said that Zhaohua committed a serious crime that cannot be pardoned. Please tell me carefully what exactly Zhaohua committed." Murong Cheng shouted fiercely, his brows were full of anger, "Say"
"Father, the matter of the imperial sister can't be explained clearly in a few words. The son will tell the father in detail, but please don't get angry or worry, the father must calmly listen to what the son said, and take care of the dragon body. Father, calm down , good"
"good."
Murong Ci poured a cup of tea and handed it to his father, seeing his father wave his hand, he put it on the low table beside the bed.
Then, she said softly: "Father, the royal sister was taken out of the palace when she was three years old. After that, the royal sister was separated from us for several years. It was not until the age of twelve that the royal father sent out to find her." , and took her home. Because the imperial sister has lived in the folk for several years, she has never liked to be restrained, so even when she returns to the palace, she often runs outside the palace. After playing outside the palace for so long, some things have happened.”
Murong Cheng asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"
She was worried that he would be stimulated after hearing this, and his body, which had improved a lot, would fall ill again. "Father promised not to get angry and stay calm, and my son said it exactly."
He gave a low "hmm" and said, "Tell me quickly."
"One year ago, the imperial sister first met the son of the merchant's family in the imperial capital. Mr. Zhao disappeared for a year, and the bones were not dug up in the southern suburbs until recently. Half a year ago, the imperial sister went out to play and met in Jinzhou disguised as a man." Xia Xiaolu, the lady of the Merchant's House, more than half a month ago, Xia Xiaolu took her maid Chuntao to Beijing to look for her lover, and they were killed in front of a small temple in the west of the city a few days later." Murong Ci paused, seeing his father's rather calm face, and then Then he said, "Three or four months ago, the imperial sister was visiting Yizhou and met Mr. Lin Shu. Half a month later, Lin Shu's dependent sister found that her elder brother died at home."
"These three murders are all related to Zhao Hua." Murong Cheng's face was as cold as iron.
"My son and Shen Zhiyan, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, have been investigating for many days, and we have obtained important evidence. It is indeed related to the imperial sister. Father, please don't be sad, Concubine Xiao."
"What's wrong with Concubine Xiao Gui?"
"On the day of Concubine Xiao's birthday banquet, she fell from the Lingfeng Pavilion and died on the spot."
"cough cough cough"
"Father Emperor" Murong Ci rushed up to support him, worried and anxious, "How about you, my son, go to the imperial physician?"
"No need." Murong Cheng's voice was low and hoarse and slow, as if he had exhausted all his efforts and energy, "How did Concubine Xiao fall from Lingfeng Pavilion?"
She looked at the father, his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and there were tears flowing gently in his eyes. He was clearly suppressing the heart-pounding grief and overwhelming grief. After all, Concubine Xiao was his favorite concubine.
She said melancholy: "Father, my son has verified that Concubine Xiao did not fall from Lingfeng Pavilion by herself, but was murdered by someone."
He seemed to have expended all his strength to make a hissing sound, his face was filled with intense sadness, "The death of Concubine Xiao is also related to Zhaohua"