Just now everyone was immersed in the thrilling and extremely dangerous battle, but Murong Chang was intoxicated in sadness.
The man not far from her is the joy of her life and the happiness of her life, but she can't get it, even if she tries everything she can to humbly and compromise, she can't get his body and mind, even if she stays quietly by his side It doesn't work either.
She has learned the so-called iron heart.
Even so, she could still feel a thin thread of traction, leading her to look at the handsome and radiant him, ecstasy, sadness and joy intertwined.
When the young talent in the competition spurted blood on the spot, she suddenly woke up, what happened
There was a commotion in front of the Wenhua Palace, and the ladies and wives from all families were discussing heatedly, some timid faces turned pale, and they backed away in panic.
The bleeding Wang Zheng was lying on the red carpet. No one dared to come up to take a closer look. Mrs. Wang, Miss Wang and other members of the Wang family immediately rushed forward, yelling in panic.
He Guang had the full authority to handle the competition, and he was naturally responsible for all matters large and small. At this time, he was obliged to go forward to check the situation, so as to report to the Yuwang and the prince. However, Murong Ci had already shot away like a sharp arrow, to see if Wang Zheng was alive or dead.
"Mrs. Wang, please stay aside for a while, I will take a look at Wang Zheng." She said calmly, then turned to look at He Guang, "Go pass on to the imperial physician."
"Yes, Your Highness." He Guang was about to vomit blood, and immediately ordered the subordinates of the Ministry of Rites.
Someone died in an accident yesterday, and another accident happened today. It seems that he, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, has done his best, and Wusha is no longer safe.
How could accidents happen one after another? Is he guilty of Tai Sui this year
Seeing her son unconscious and lifeless, Mrs. Wang was shocked and saddened, bewildered and almost fainted. Miss Wang calmed down, supported her mother, and looked at her brother anxiously.
Murong Ci sniffed Wang Zheng's breath, his heart turned cold, and his brows frowned.
he died
In the corridor of the hall, Murong Yu paid close attention to the progress of the matter, his deep eyes glowed with cold sharpness, and he glanced coldly over the faces of those young talents, especially Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian.
Murong Chang didn't care about who died or who murdered, she only had him in her heart and eyes.
She couldn't hold back her beating heart, Shi Shiran walked to his side, and said softly, "My lord."
He didn't respond, still looking forward, as if he didn't hear her voice at all.
She thought her voice was too soft, so she slightly raised her voice, and said softly, "My lord."
At this time, everyone was paying attention to Wang Zheng's life and death, even those ladies who had a crush on Yu Wangfang temporarily forgot about their sweethearts, and no one noticed what happened in the corridor.
Seeing that he still didn't hear, Murong Chang bit his lips annoyed, if he made it louder, he would be heard.
While hesitating, Murong Yu suddenly stood up and walked down the jade steps.
In fact, it wasn't that he didn't hear it, but that he didn't want to pay attention.
He stood on the lowest level of jade steps, Shen Lang's voice raised high, "Everyone, spread out."
Although she was a little angry, she was soon relieved: Well, now that something happened, he was duty-bound to control the scene.
Everyone's attention fell on him again, especially those ladies, all of them puffed up their chests and tucked in their stomachs to put on an elegant posture, hoping to win his attention.
The people around took a few steps back and gave way to the venue.
Shen Zhiyan was not there, Murong Ci hesitated whether to test Wang Zheng first, at this time, she heard Murong Yu's voice again: "Shen Shaoqing, you came at a good time, quickly check Wang Zheng."
She looked up, and Shen Zhiyan walked over quickly, bowed and knelt down to examine the corpse.
Mrs. Wang squeezed a silk handkerchief and covered her mouth with tears, leaning against her daughter weakly and sadly, heartbroken.
"How could such a thing happen? Mr. Wang has already won the victory. Hey, God is really jealous of talents."
"A white-haired person giving a black-haired person, oh, what a tragedy in the world."
"Yesterday, Fan Xiaowen died, and today it's Wang Zheng's turn. What kind of god's fate is wrong with this?"
"Fan Xiaowen is the top talent in the imperial capital, and Wang Zheng is the young generation with one of the best martial arts in the imperial capital. Once these two die, it will be just" the rest of the sentence, I dare not say.
"Is this a coincidence? This consort selection competition is really ominous."
The person who said this felt that someone had pulled his sleeve, and immediately understood that he had said something that should not have been said. Misfortune came out of his mouth, so it is better to be cautious.
Then everyone was watching Shen Zhiyan's autopsy, and he said while inspecting, "The deceased, Wang Zheng, was twenty-two years old, his body was still warm, and he just passed away. There were no obvious wounds on his body, only a two-inch long sword wound on his left arm. .”
Murong Ci had long noticed the abnormality of the sword wound on Wang Zheng's left arm. At this time, the wound appeared dark purple, and the clotted blood was also purple black. Looking at his face again, his complexion is dark, his eyes are slightly protruding, there are purple-black blood flowing from the corners of his ears, nose and eyes, his lips are dark purple, and his ten fingers have also turned purple-blue in a short period of time.
This is clearly a sign of poisoning.
Shen Zhiyan looked at her and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, Wang Zheng died of poisoning."
They have known each other for many years, and they already have a tacit understanding: how Wang Zheng was poisoned is clear at a glance.
Murong Yu has deep inner strength and extraordinary hearing ability. He heard their conversation and guessed a little bit.
"It's quite strange that Wang Zheng died here for no reason. Shen Shaoqing of Dali Temple is here to inspect. Please rest in the side hall and wait patiently."
His cold and stern voice spread out, and the scene was as chilling as late autumn, and as shocking as a mountain.
Someone asked without fear of death: "Then when can I leave the palace?"
"Of course I'll let you all leave the palace after checking it out."
Murong Yu's eyes as cold as ice swept towards the person who asked the question, and he came after the wind like a sharp arrow, life and death were on the verge of death, frightening in every possible way.
The man shrank his neck, feeling a chill down his back, and lowered his head, not daring to ask any more questions.
Those who whispered that they were unwilling to stay did not dare to complain anymore, and obediently obeyed.
Yu Wang's wrists are iron and blood, if he gets angry with the thunder, then they will be the ones who will suffer.
He ordered He Guang to lead everyone to the side hall to rest and serve tea to appease them.
Murong Chang looked at him adoringly and obsessively, the man she fell in love with is just so domineering
Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian, who were closely related to Wang Zheng's death, and other young talents must stay here and wait for questioning.
The wound on Wang Zheng's left arm was caused by Gong Junhao, Murong resigned and ordered Gong Junhao to hand over the long sword he was using.
He was born in the palace family, one of the four great aristocratic families, and as the eldest son, he had the courage, talent, martial arts and good manners, but now that someone died because of his sword, he was unavoidably panicked and a little distracted.
Shen Zhiyan and Murong Ci inspected the long sword together. After the contest, Gong Junhao kept holding the long sword and didn't have time to put it down.
The long sword was stained with a line of blood, which was still eye-catching.
"Is there something wrong with this long sword?" Murong Yu asked coldly.
"Take a kitten to test." Shen Zhiyan looked solemn, "Your Highness, my lord, I think that the long sword has been tampered with."
Murong Ci ordered Shi Shi to quickly catch a cat, and not long after, a little black cat came.
He slashed the little black cat with the long sword, and soon, the little black cat died, and the blood that flowed out was also purple-black.
Gong Junhao staggered a few steps in fear, his face was ashen, his eyes were dazed and frightened, his forehead was covered with thin sweat: how could this happen
So draw a conclusion: this sword is poisonous
Murong Ci had already guessed that the long sword was poisonous, "The poison is so powerful that Wang Zheng died of the poison after he was injured."
"This long sword looks ordinary, so it shouldn't be Gong Junhao's sword." Shen Zhiyan looked at Gong Junhao, "But Gong Junhao used this sword in the competition."
"Could it be that he tampered with the sword?" Someone among the young talents speculated.
"I didn't expect him to be such a person."
"I really can't tell, he's the eldest son of the palace family of the prime minister's mansion."
Those young talents couldn't help whispering, speculating maliciously, and adding insult to injury, they just wanted to put the murder charge on Gong Junhao's head, so they lost a strong competitor.
People's words are scary, Gong Junhao became more and more frightened and flustered, his face was as pale as paper.
Murong Ci sneered, is the eldest son of the prime minister's mansion just so courageous? It's so useless for others to beat him down with just a few words.
She suddenly asked: "Gong Junhao, you put poison on this sword, didn't you?"
He waved his hands in a panic and stammered: "I haven't done anything without being an official."
"Who else is it if it's not you?" Shen Zhiyan continued to interrogate, "Wang Zheng is a master of martial arts, as long as he dies, you will lose one of the strongest opponents, right?"
"It's not that I didn't kill people, I don't know that this sword is poisonous." Gong Junhao was so anxious that he was about to cry, "His Royal Highness is clearly aware, I really don't have the intention to kill people."
"Who prepared the long sword they used in the competition?" Murong Yu asked, narrowing his eyes coldly.
"For the sake of fairness and justice, the long swords used in the martial arts test are all prepared by the Ministry of Rites, and all long swords are the same." Murong Ci looked at He Guang, "The person who prepared the long sword and everyone who had contact with the long sword will be passed down. to here."
"Yes, Your Highness." He Guang was frightened out of his wits, sweating hot and cold alternately, and his robe was wet and wet.
The more than 30 people who participated in the competition were waiting here to send a message to inquire. Rong Qingting suddenly said: "Your Highness, before the competition, I saw that Gong Junhao just took a long sword at random. I didn't expect the long sword to be made by someone. hands and feet."
Tang Cangtian also said: "The lower officials also saw that Gong Junhao took a handful at will."
The rest of the people also agreed, saying that they were all random swords because they were all the same.
More than thirty long swords were prepared by two small officials from the Ministry of Rites. They were brought to meet the king and the prince, their heads were bowed, and their hands and feet trembled with fear.
"What did you do, what did you do with the long sword, tell us the truth," He Guang asked sharply.
"The lower official just moved those long swords from the Ministry of Rites to the Wenhua Hall in the palace." The little official said tremblingly.
"The two lower officials dare not slack off, and obeyed your orders, and really did nothing." The legs of the other servant trembled like sifting chaff.
"You move the long sword into the Wenhua Palace, will someone watch afterward?" Murong Ci stared at them with sharp eyes.
"The two lower officials are watching."
"never left"
"No, I've been away for a while."
"Didn't I ask you to watch? Where did you go?" He Guang was so angry that his gray beard trembled.