Murong Ci was injured, so he deserved a lot of rest.
Shen Zhiyan knew it was time to leave the palace, bid farewell to His Highness and Yu Wang, and made an appointment to visit Xiaoyin's residence tomorrow morning.
After he left, Murong Ci looked at Murong Yu, his black and white eyes clearly read: Are you still going? Stay for supper
Murong Yu was leisurely and leisurely, as if he was reluctant to leave the rosewood carved chair, as if he wanted to depend on it for the rest of his life.
In fact, she admires his determination and city government. Rumors are flying in the womb and in the city these days, and the rumors of that song are getting more and more fierce. guess more. He is the protagonist of these rumors, and he has been speculated and discussed, but he is calm, calm and calm, still decides life and death in an instant, still submits to hundreds of officials in an instant, and is still the iron-blooded regent of the Northern Yan Kingdom court that makes the subjects fearful and famous all over the world.
The spies who followed him reported that he went to the court as usual, reviewed the memorials as usual, and returned to the mansion as usual, exactly the same as before, without any change, as if nothing and no one could affect him, as if Mount Tai collapsed before. There is no emotion.
What she didn't understand was, did he really not care about that ballad, those speculations and discussions
She just didn't believe that he wouldn't secretly send people to investigate those suspicious and murder cases.
"I'm tired, I'm going to rest, the prince is free."
She said coldly, he could sit for as long as he wanted, and she didn't bother to pay attention.
He stood up with a dignified posture, and the spacious study immediately became cramped, "Your Highness, I will go to Xiaoyin's residence tomorrow. Although it is only one night, it is enough for his accomplices to destroy any clues that may be left behind."
"My lord wants to go now" Murong Ci thought to himself, Shen knew Yan was there just now, why didn't he bring it up
"My king is going now, whether or not His Highness goes down, it's up to you."
Murong Yu walked out with heavy steps, walking like the wind, as if she was sure that she would follow.
She was really torn between not wanting to be alone with him, and not wanting to lose the clues she might find.
he did it on purpose
Shen Zhiyan didn't say it when he was around, but he just said it now
It's horrible.
Helpless, Murong Ci chose to seize the opportunity, hurriedly drank the decoction Ruyi sent, and followed quickly.
Murong Yu stood outside the gate of the East Palace, tall and tall, a dim red light enveloped him, and the black golden embroidered python robe gleamed with dark fire, becoming more and more mysterious.
"Let's go."
She was in a daze for a moment, regretting her decision a bit, but she still walked forward.
In fact, they should have gone by public transportation, after all, the distance from the East Palace to the palace people's residence is not close. However, she has always liked to walk, and being carried is too comfortable, which will wear down her sense of crisis and willpower.
The whole palace is lit with palace lanterns, the lights are bright and resplendent, and the continuous palace seems to be bathed in a sea of bright lights.
The palace road is straight and meandering, with the shadows of lights flowing from the left and right, and a long road of life under the feet, with swords, swords and swords, bloody and rainy.
She is not alone, and neither is he.
She is his thorn in the flesh, and he is her biggest obstacle and deadly enemy, but they walk on the same palace road, killing each other while walking.
Murong Ci suddenly found it inconceivable that there was such a day, such a night, that she and Murong Yu walked side by side in the palace without a single palace attendant beside them.
She didn't squint, and he walked steadily.
Somehow, as he walked, his gold-thread embroidered python pattern met her silver-thread embroidered silk-colored robe, and under the breeze of the summer night, the black robe and silk-colored robe Wide sleeves collide, rub, entangle, separate, entangle again, blend with each other, separate and combine, separate and separate.
It's like a lingering love between a man and a woman, from the budding of love to the lingering love to the end of each other's life, one's life has come to the end of the day.
Murong Yu is good at martial arts, he can detect even the slightest movement, and naturally he will also notice their wide hands when they touch them.
Unexpectedly, his big hands moved quietly under the cover of his wide sleeves, as if he was looking for something.
Murong Ci was surprised that he was too close, so he moved two steps to the other side.
His hand was empty.
In my heart, there is a faint feeling of emptiness.
Xiaoyin followed Jinsheng to guard Fengtian Palace, and did not live with other palace people, but lived with Jinsheng in a very remote narrow palace room.
Because there were only the two of them, the promotion lived in one room, and Xiaoyin lived in one room.
They asked the palace people, and finally found the two small palace rooms. Promotion was not there, they entered Xiaoyin's room and lit the kerosene lamp.
The room is neat and clean, with a wooden bed, a low wardrobe, a wooden box, a small table and two stools, and nothing else. There were thin quilts and pillows on the bed, neatly folded, and the small table was empty, not even a teapot.
"A man's residence should not be so clean and tidy, as if it has been tidied up." Murong Ci opened the closet, and there were several sets of servant robes and a quilt stacked inside, nothing else.
"We came late, Xiaoyin's accomplices acted very quickly." Murong Yu pulled up the thin quilt and pillows on the bed, looking for clues that might be left behind, "Xiaoyin assassinated you with the intention of dying, maybe he cleaned up the house beforehand. , Destroy all relevant evidence.”
nothing.
They looked it over carefully, and then left.
The sky is boundless, the night stretches to the sky like dark blue silk, and the stars are getting more and more bright.
The same as when they came, they walked on a stroll, silent all the way, only the night wind blew past their ears.
Murong Ci suddenly said: "It's getting late, isn't the lord going back to the mansion?"
"After sending you back to the East Palace, this king will leave the palace again." Murong Yu's snow-colored handsome face suddenly shone brightly, "By the way
Has Shen Shaoqing checked whether she was really cleansed? br>
"Why did the lord bring this up?" Her cheeks were slightly hot, she was cool all over, but suddenly her whole body became hot, "Zhiyan didn't check this."
"Where is Xiaoyin's body?"
"In the East Palace."
Murong Yu walked like flying, Murong Ci quickly followed.
The assassination of Xiao Yin was no small matter, so she ordered the palace staff to temporarily put Xiao Yin's body in the most remote room in the East Palace. In this hot summer, corpses are prone to decay. According to Shen Zhiyan's instructions, the palace servants put the corpse in a coffin, and put some ice cubes in the coffin.
When they arrived at the palace room, the guards who were guarding outside saw them and saluted immediately.
Knowing that the crown prince and Yu Wang were going to examine the corpse, they immediately lit the lamp and opened the coffin lid.
"See if Xiaoyin is really cleansed." Murong Yu ordered the guards.
"ah"
One guard stared blankly, and one guard froze in shock. It's bad enough to guard the corpse, but now it will be bad luck for a whole year to let them touch the corpse
Murong Ci said coldly: "Could it be that you want Yu Wang to do it himself?"
The two guards immediately stepped forward, no longer hesitated to provoke Yu Wang, there must be no good fruit to eat
Murong Yu's face was cold, he didn't say a word, his calm and pretentious appearance made people's scalp tingle when they saw it.
With trembling arms, they untied Xiaoyin's belt and pulled down the trousers
Murong Ci turned his head quietly, not watching this scene.
Murong Yu pursed his lips slantingly, adding another proof to his guess.
"Ah." The two guards exclaimed, "My lord, Your Highness, Xiaoyin is really not clean."
"Little Yin is indeed not clean." Murong Yu held a kerosene lamp close to the coffin, and took a light inside the coffin.
The two left the palace room, their figures were stretched long by the dim and flickering light and shadow.
Murong Ci asked in puzzlement: "Why did the lord guess that Xiao Yin was not clean?"
Neither Shen Zhiyan nor she thought of this, but Murong Yu actually thought of it, how could he think of this
"It's just a hunch, and I'm not sure if Xiaoyin is clean." In the twilight, Murong Yu's pupils became darker and darker, "It seems that Changqing has concealed something."
"It's not too late, order someone to get him." She made a prompt decision.
"The king will order someone to take Changqing into custody. It's getting late, and the trial will be held tomorrow." The hall was close at hand, and he stopped heavily, "Your Highness, rest early."
"It's a long night and dreams, it's better to interrogate overnight."
Immediately, Murong Ci ordered the guards to apprehend Chang Qing.
The study room was brightly lit, Ruyi brought two cups of tea, and then retreated.
This time, Murong Ci was the first to occupy his own seat, sitting in front of the desk, flipping through a book at random.
However, with such a big Buddha here, how could it be possible to see through it
Murong Yu drank the tea, put down the cup, and walked behind her. There was a whole wall of bookshelves behind the desk, maybe he was looking for a book to read.
It was intolerable for her to completely expose her back to her opponent, and it was also frightening.
So she seemed to be sitting on the tip of a needle, restless, living like years.
"My lord, Chang Qing didn't cleanse Xiao Yin. Was it negligent, or did he do it on purpose? Is Xiao Yin's life experience suspicious?" She found a topic to break the dull atmosphere, and also attracted him to the front.
"Xiaoyin's life experience is indeed very suspicious, maybe it's not as simple as what Chang Qing said." Murong Yu held a book in his hand, and with his long legs raised, he sat at a corner of the desk, facing her.
Murong Ci was so depressed that he nearly vomited blood, and finally let him leave the bookshelf, but he didn't expect it to become like this.
She thought thoughtfully: "If Xiaoyin's life experience is not like this, then Changqing deliberately concealed it. Is Changqing an accomplice? Did Changqing participate in these suspicious cases?"
He stared at her condescendingly, "There will be results soon."
In the dim red warm light, her beautiful face was woven like pure snow, and her bright eyes were like the ice-clear morning dew on the lotus leaves in midsummer, crystal clear, and the dark red light and shadow flickered.
As if fascinated, he fixedly stared at the pair of eyes that can illuminate the soul of a person.
Murong Ci saw that his gaze changed, as if he had been burned by the flames, his cheeks became hot, and he lowered his head to read in embarrassment.
Thinking of that night in the Qing Yuan Palace and in front of the dragon couch, I took the initiative to kiss him, I thought of the feeling of humidity and heat, lips and tongues entwined, and breaths intertwined, I thought of the embrace he held her tightly as if he was going to melt her, I thought of that The faint smell of blood made her feel dizzy, her muscles and bones softened for some reason, and her whole body was burning hot and steaming.
However, she soon came to her senses, staring at the words on the book with her eyes wide open.
Murong Yu noticed that her face, neck and ears were strangely red, as if the shadow of a candle had dyed her red, like a summer fire, like a delicate summer flower, seductive in a silent place.
At this moment, his heart was shaking and he couldn't control himself.
At this time, the guard came back and reported: "My lord, Your Highness, Changqing is dead, and died in his residence."
Murong Yu and Murong Ci looked at each other, what a coincidence
"Go and see."
He immediately got up and walked out, and she ran quickly.
He was not used to sitting on the shoulders, and he walked in the palace on foot. Now he rushed out of the East Palace, and suddenly thought that there was His Highness behind him, so he stopped.
Murong Ci is a woman, and with her arm injured, how can she catch up with her
She caught up with him panting, and before she could catch her breath, he grabbed her little hand and walked forward like flying.