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Chapter 041: The winding palace road, walking together on a summer night

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    Murong Ci was injured and deserved more rest.

    Shen Zhiyan knew it was time to say goodbye and leave the palace. He said goodbye to His Highness and the Prince, 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 said: Aren't you going to leave yet?  Want to stay for supper?

    Murong Yu was leisurely and leisurely, as if he was reluctant to leave the carved rosewood chair, as if he wanted to stay on it for the rest of his life.

    In fact, she admired his determination and government. Rumors were flying all over the place in the womb and the city these days, and the song became more and more fierce. Storytellers in restaurants and teahouses all talked about these things invariably, and the ministers of the DPRK were quite fond of it.  Lots of speculation.  He is the protagonist of these rumors and has been subject to much speculation and discussion. However, he is calm, calm and calm. He still decides life and death in an instant, and all officials surrender in an instant. He is still the iron-blooded regent of the Northern Yan court who frightens his subjects and is famous all over the world.

    The spies following him reported that he went to court as usual, reviewed memorials as usual, and returned home as usual. He was exactly the same as before, without any changes. It seemed that nothing and no one could affect him, and that it would not matter if Mount Tai collapsed.  Not moved at all.

    What she doesn¡¯t understand is, does he really not care about that song, those speculations and discussions?

    She just didn¡¯t believe that he would not secretly send people to investigate those suspicious cases and murder cases.

    "I'm tired and have to rest. Your Majesty, please do as you please."

    She spoke coldly, saying that he could sit there as long as he wanted, but she didn't bother to pay attention.

    He stood up, his posture majestic, and the spacious study immediately became cramped, "Your Highness, go to Xiaoyin's residence tomorrow. Although it is only one night, it will be enough for his accomplices to destroy any clues he may have left."

    "Your Highness wants to go now?" Murong Ci thought to himself, Shen Zhiyan was here just now, why didn't he bring it up?

    "I am going now, whether your Highness goes or not, it's up to you."

    Murong Yu walked out quietly, walking like the wind, as if he was sure that she would follow.

    She was really torn between not wanting to act alone with him, but also not wanting to lose the clues she might find.

    He did it on purpose!

    Shen Zhiyan didn¡¯t say it when he was here, but he said it now!

    It¡¯s so abominable.

    Helplessly, Murong Ci chose to seize the opportunity, hurriedly drank the decoction sent by Ruyi, and followed quickly.

    Murong Yu stood outside the gate of the East Palace. He was tall and tall. The dim light and shadow enveloped him. His black gold embroidered python robe shone with dark fire, making him more mysterious.

    "Let's go."

    She was in a daze for a moment, regretting her decision a little, but she still moved forward.

    In fact, they should go there in a carriage. After all, the distance from the East Palace to the residence of the palace lord is not close.  However, she always liked walking. Being carried was too comfortable and would wear away her sense of crisis and willpower.

    The entire palace is lit up with palace lanterns, the lights are bright and magnificent, and the continuous palace seems to be bathed in a sea of ????bright lights.

    The palace road is straight and winding, with lights and shadows streaming to the left and right. Under your feet is a long road of life, with swords and swords, blood and rain.

    She is not alone, and neither is he.

    She is the thorn in his side, he is her biggest obstacle and mortal enemy, but they walk on the same palace road and kill each other.

    Murong Ci suddenly found it incredible that there was such a day and night when she and Murong Yu were walking side by side in the palace, with no one around them.

    She didn¡¯t look sideways, and he walked steadily.

    I don¡¯t know why, but as I walked, his gold-thread embroidered python pattern touched her silver-thread embroidered kui-colored gown. Under the breeze of the summer night, the black gown and the tattered  The vastness collides with each other, rubs, intertwines, separates, entangles with each other again, blends with each other, separates and reunites, separates and disperses.

    Like a lingering and pathos relationship between a man and a woman, from the bud of love to the lingering love and then to the end of time, a person's life has come to an end.

    Murong Yu was good at martial arts and could detect the slightest movement. Naturally, he noticed when their broad shoulders touched each other.

    By some strange coincidence, his big hand moved quietly under the cover of the vastness, as if he was looking for something.

    Murong Ci was shocked to realize that he was too close and moved two steps to the other side.

    His hand was empty.

    In my heart, there is a faint feeling of emptiness.

    ??Xiaoyin followed Zhenzhen to guard Fengtian Palace. He did not live with other palace residents, but lived with Zhenzhen in a very remote and narrow palace room.

    becauseJumping.

    Therefore, she seemed to be sitting on the tip of a needle, restless, and her days were like years.

    "Your Majesty, Changqing did not cleanse Xiaoyin. Was it negligence or intentional? Is there anything suspicious about Xiaoyin's life experience?" She found a topic to break the dull atmosphere and attracted him to the front.

    "Xiao Yin's life experience is indeed very suspicious. Maybe it's not as simple as Chang Qing said." Murong Yu held a book in his hand, raised his long legs, and sat on the corner of the desk, facing her.

    Murong Ci was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. He finally asked him to leave the bookshelf, but he didn't expect that it would turn into this situation.

    She said thoughtfully: "If Xiaoyin's life experience is not like this, then Changqing deliberately concealed it. Is Changqing an accomplice? Is Changqing involved in these suspicious cases?"

    He stared at her condescendingly, "There will be results soon."

    In the dim warm light, her jade face was woven like clear snow, and her bright eyes were like the clear morning dew on lotus leaves in midsummer, crystal clear, with dark red light and shadow flickering.

    He was fascinated, staring intently at those eyes that could illuminate a person's soul.

    Murong Ci saw his eyes changed, as if they were burned by flames, his cheeks heated up, and he lowered his head to read in embarrassment.

    Thinking of the night when I took the initiative to kiss him in front of the dragon bed in Qingyuan Hall, thinking of the mingling of moisture and heat, entangled lips and tongues, and intertwined breaths, thinking of the way he held her tightly as if to melt her, thinking of that  The faint smell of blood made her feel dizzy. Her muscles and bones softened for some reason, and her whole body felt hot and steamy.

    However, she soon woke up and stared at the words in the book with her eyes wide open.

    Murong Yu found that her face, neck and ears were strangely red, as if the shadow of a candle had dyed her red, like summer fire, like delicate summer flowers, seducing people 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: "Your Majesty, your highness, Changqing is dead. He died in his residence."

    Murong Yu and Murong Ci looked at each other, what a coincidence!

    "Go and have a look."

    He immediately stood up and walked out, and she ran quickly.

    He was not used to sitting on a chariot and always walked on foot in the palace. Now he rushed out of the East Palace and suddenly thought of His Highness behind him, so he stopped.

    "Murong Ci is a woman, and her arm is injured, so how can she catch up with him?"

    She caught up with him panting, and before she could catch her breath, he grabbed her little hand and moved forward at a flying pace.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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