Murong Ci has always known that Zhaohua is good at disguising and has perfect acting skills, so he asked cooperatively: "Sister, who is talking about you and talking about you?"
Murong Chang twisted the silk handkerchief in his hands, and said pitifully: "Those palace people and concubines said that the son-in-law is arrogant, willful and rude. Such a royal princess, which son of a famous family dares to marry home and marry a royal princess would be better than marrying a mother-in-law." When the tiger came home, they also said that the son might become an old maid, and die in the palace."
Murong Ci supported his forehead, such an exaggeration, fortunately only the father would believe it.
"Bastard" Murong Cheng beat the bed angrily, blew his beard and stared at his eyes, "Those people dare to say who Zhaohua is, I will punish them severely"
"Father calm down, father don't get angry." Murong Chang said hastily, "Actually, what they said is correct, the ministers are indeed arrogant and self-willed, father must not punish them, otherwise the reputation of the ministers will be even worse."
"Father, the palace servants and concubines are talking nonsense, all because the emperor's sister is seventeen years old but has not been granted a marriage." Murong resigned.
"Zhaohua, don't worry, I have already chosen a son-in-law for you." Murong Cheng comforted.
"Father, if I want to marry, I must marry a man who I like, who is both civil and military, and has an outstanding bearing. Marry the most outstanding person in the court." Pearl, bright and moist.
Murong Cheng smiled softly, "So, you already have someone in mind."
She lowered her eyes shyly, "Royal Father"
Murong Ci smiled, "Let me guess, the emperor's girl's favorite is the most beautiful in the court, both civil and military, and handsome, besides Yuwang, is there any man who can deserve the emperor's sister's praise?"
She squinted at Murong Ci, and said shyly, "Brother Prince is bad."
If there is no denial, it is the default.
Look at her soft cheeks smudged with a touch of delicate peach red, isn't it just being talked about
The smile on Murong Cheng's face disappeared without a trace, his brows were slightly frowned, and his face was solemn.
Murong Ci thought to himself, could it be that the emperor did not want the son-in-law to be Murong Yu
Murong Chang is the best at observing words and demeanor, with a quick mind, and he can also see that something is wrong with his father, "Father"
"Zhaohua, Father will definitely choose a son-in-law for you who is capable of both civil and military skills, and he will definitely satisfy you." Murong Cheng's old voice still had a bit of majesty.
"But father," she said anxiously.
"I'm tired, you all step back." His expression and voice were a little colder.
"My son will leave." Murong Ci bowed and said.
No matter how unwilling Murong Chang was, he did not dare to openly disobey, so he resigned and left.
When the two left the hall, Murong Shang grabbed Murong Ci's sleeves and begged, "Brother Prince, you have to help my sister. Does the emperor disapprove of my sister marrying the Yuwang?"
Murong Ci reassured: "Don't worry, I will help you. Father loves you the most, so naturally he is the most concerned about your marriage. As for the choice of son-in-law, Father should have his own considerations. After a while, Father will be in better health. I'll figure it out."
Murong Chang nodded, and then returned to Jinghong Palace.
On the way back to the East Palace, Qin Ruo asked puzzledly: "Your Highness, why does Your Majesty not approve of Princess Zhaohua marrying the Yuwang? Logically speaking, His Majesty relies heavily on the Yuwang to let the Yuwang take charge of the government and let the princess marry the Yuwang. Is it appropriate?"
"This palace also finds it strange."
Murong Ci is beyond comprehension. In the civil and military dynasties, the emperor's most trusted and respected person is Murong Yu. Isn't it only natural and natural for the emperor to marry his favorite princess to him
Could it be that Father is as worried as Concubine Qiao
Since you rely heavily on and trust Murong Yu, what are you worried about
From this point of view, the father did not completely trust Murong Yu, but why did the father let Murong Yu take charge of the government? Isn't this a contradiction
Halfway through the journey, Qin Ruo suddenly bent down while clutching her lower abdomen, "Ouch!"
"What's wrong?" Murong Ci asked with concern.
"Diarrhea three times this morning, I thought it was fine, but I didn't expect it." Qin Ruo's facial features were tangled, and she begged miserably, "Can I go to the latrine first?"
"Go. I will go back to the East Palace first, and you can go back on your own."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Qin Ruo stooped and ran away.
Murong Ci shook his head and laughed, and went back to the East Palace by himself.
Turning to a secluded palace road, her heart froze, a gust of cold wind swirled around and rushed towards her face.
A pool of silver light and the bright sunlight reflect each other from a distance, and the bright light flows, which is very dazzling.
The silver light pierced swiftly like a poisonous snake, directly hitting the heart.
The bright sunlight poured down from the sky. On this scorching summer day, she was forced into a cold sweat by the sharp silver light. This assassination came unexpectedly, if she hadn't possessed martial arts skills, she might have already been succeeded by the assassin.
She quickly avoided sideways, but before she could stabilize her body, the sharp silver light struck again.
She flashed four times in a row, but she didn't make a move, because the assassin didn't have martial arts skills, but relied on a brute force to assassinate.
This palace road is relatively secluded, although there are guards patrolling regularly, but at this time it is deserted and lonely, accompanied only by the blazing sunlight.
The assassin attacked fiercely again, Murong Ci didn't want to show off his martial arts skills, so he dodged again, only defending but not attacking.
The assassin was dressed in a crimson robe and was a servant
she stretched
He grabbed the black cloth covering the assassin's face with his hand, the assassin seemed to be startled, and waved it violently
The silver light flashed across, and there was a hiss, and there was a clear sound of the robe and flesh being torn apart.
With a pain in his left arm, Murong Ci quickly stepped back, seeing four guards rushing towards them, he ran towards them and shouted: "There are assassins, please save me!"
Seeing the four guards rushing towards him, the assassin ran away quickly.
However, he didn't run far, and was surrounded by several guards at the other end, and he was caught.
Murong Ci ignored the wound on his left arm, stared at the assassin coldly, "tear off the black cloth from his face"
The guard tore it off, and the assassin appeared, a very young servant with a delicate face, red lips and fair skin.
With two long knives resting on his neck, the assassin couldn't move, and stared at her hatefully, showing no sign of fear.
She remembers this face, where did she see it
By the way, Fengtian Temple is dedicated to Jinsheng and Xiaoyin
assassin is silver
Murong Ci ordered: "Take him to the East Palace, and I will personally interrogate him."
East Palace, sleeping hall.
Murong Ci sat by the bed, and the imperial physician bandaged the wound on her left arm. The wound was not deep, slightly long, and a lot of blood flowed out, and the robe was stained red.
Ruyi stood aside, aching for her master, worried to death.
The imperial doctor finally bandaged it up, and ordered Ruyi to send a maid to fetch the medicine before leaving.
"Qin Ruo, how can you leave His Highness? Your Highness was assassinated and injured. Are you sorry? Can you sleep at night?"
Ruyi babbled and scolded Qin Ruo, but Qin Ruo stood aside and lowered her head, without refuting, as if she had done something wrong and was willing to be punished.
Murong Ci also couldn't stand Ruyi's long-winded words, "Okay, this was an accident. At that time, Qin Ruo had a stomachache, did I ask her to go back to the East Palace and then go to the latrine? How can I hold back? I'm fine, just a little skin trauma. It will be fine in a few days."
"Your Highness is a precious body, and skin injuries are also a major issue. If His Highness is injured, it means that the slaves did not take good care of them." Ruyi tidied up the bed and laid out soft pillows, "Your Highness, rest well, and you can't go out for a few days. Qin Ruo, if you assassinate Your Highness's assassin is not a servant, but a person with high martial arts skills, so your Highness will not be able to forgive you even if you die."
"Master Ruyi taught me a lesson, and the younger ones will learn from it, so I won't be an example." Qin Ruo looked like a wronged daughter-in-law.
Murong Ci let out a "puchi" laugh, "Okay, stop talking."
Ruyi helped His Highness to lie down, "Your Highness, lie down quickly, and the servant will bring the soup later."
Murong Ci looked at Qin Ruo sadly: I'm not a three-year-old child, let alone seriously injured, so what
"I'm hungry, Ruyi, pass on the meal."
"okay."
Ruyi took the order and went, Qin Ruo and Murong Ci looked at each other and smiled wryly.
After lunch, Qin Ruo and Ru Yi accompanied her to interrogate the assassin.
There was no prison cell in the East Palace, so Xiaoyin was detained in a small palace room and heavily guarded.
The room was dark, Xiaoyin was sitting on a chair, and the chair was tied tightly with hemp rope.
The door was pushed open, and a ray of sunlight streamed in. He slowly raised his head, and the person who came was standing against the light, unable to see his face clearly, covered in bright sunlight, surrounded by a faint golden glow.
Xiaoyin seemed to recognize who it was, and struggled violently, her delicate brows wrinkled, filled with monstrous hatred, "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you"
The two guards immediately stepped forward and slapped him heavily, and he became quieter.
Murong Ci waved his hand to signal them to retreat, Ruyi closed the door, and the room suddenly became dark.
"Why did you assassinate me?" Murong Ci stood tall and tall, and in the shadows, a pink face was as white as porcelain, shiny and moist.
"Because you deserve to die." Xiao Yin raised his chin slightly, his facial features were distorted and deformed, and he was very frightening in the dim light, "I want to send you to see King Yama."
"Be honest," Qin Ruo shouted coldly.
"Who ordered you to assassinate Ben Gong?" Murong Ci asked again, full of patience.
"Guess." He sneered defiantly, with a hint of complacency in the corner of his eyes.
"I suspect that the person who instigated you has something to do with the blood jade falling from the Fengtian Palace."
"How do you know"
Xiaoyin opened her eyes wide in surprise, but soon realized, "You are lying to me."
Murong Ci asked calmly: "You did the blood jade drop from the sky"
He grinned grimly, triumphantly, "So what?"
"Why did you do this and who ordered you?"
"The moonlight shines on the paradise, and the blood jade appears. The moonlight shines on the paradise, and it rains all over the sky. The moonlight shines on the paradise, and the fish eat people. The moonlight shines on the paradise, and the jade steals the country." Xiaoyin said emotionally Sing, looking up, as if looking at the gods.
"Your Highness, why did he sing this ballad?" Qin Ruo asked in surprise.
"It was Yu Wang who instructed you." Murong Ci's eyes were cold.
"I did it all, hahaha" he laughed loudly, raised his head and laughed wildly, "The heavens have changed, the wise and benevolent king Yan Guoyou has saved one general, and succeeded in everything, so it doesn't matter if I die. Those people are wise and powerful It is their glory to die their new King"