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Just now, everyone was immersed in the thrilling and extremely dangerous fierce battle, but Murong Shang was immersed in sadness.
The man not far from her was the joy and happiness of her life, but she couldn't get it. Even if she tried every means to humiliate and compromise, she still couldn't get his body and heart. She even stayed quietly by his side. It doesn¡¯t work either.
She has learned the saying that a man's heart is as strong as iron.
Even so, she could still feel the pull of a thin thread, leading her to look at him with a flowery face and stunning elegance, with a confused look and a mixture of sadness and joy.
When the young talent competing spurted blood on the spot, she finally woke up. What happened?
There was a panic in front of the Wenhua Palace. All the ladies and ladies were talking heatedly. Some of the timid ones turned pale and retreated in panic.
Wang Zheng was lying on the red carpet with blood spurting out. No one dared to come forward to take a closer look. Mrs. Wang, Miss Wang and other members of the Wang family immediately rushed forward, shouting in panic.
He Guang had full authority to handle this competition, and he was naturally responsible for all matters, large and small. At this time, he had no choice but to step forward to check the situation so that he could report it to the emperor and the prince. However, Murong Ci had already shot away like an arrow, to see if Wang Zheng was alive or dead.
"Mrs. Wang, please stay aside while I check on Wang Zheng." She said calmly, then turned to look at He Guang, "Go to the imperial doctor."
"Yes, Your Highness." He Guang was about to vomit blood and immediately ordered his subordinates in the Ministry of Rites.
Yesterday something happened and someone died, and something happened again today. It seems that he, the Minister of Rites, has reached his end, and Wu Sha is no longer safe.
Why do things happen one after another? Is he too old this year?
When Mrs. Wang saw her son unconscious and lifeless, she was shocked, grief-stricken, and almost fainted. Miss Wang calmed down, supported her mother, and looked at her brother worriedly.
Murong Ci felt Wang Zheng's breathing, his heart felt cold, and his brows were furrowed.
he died!
In the corridor of the palace, Murong Yu paid attention to the progress of the matter. His deep eyes were filled with a cold and sharp light, and he glanced coldly from the faces of those young talents, especially Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian.
Murong Shang didn¡¯t care at all who died and who killed someone. He was the only one in her heart and eyes.
She couldn't hold back her beating heart, so Shi Shiran walked up to him and whispered softly, "Your Majesty."
He didn¡¯t respond, still looking ahead, as if he didn¡¯t hear her voice at all.
She thought her voice was too soft, so she raised her voice slightly and said softly, "Your Majesty."
At this time, everyone was paying attention to Wang Zheng's life and death. Even the ladies who secretly expressed their love for the emperor temporarily forgot about their sweetheart. No one noticed what happened in the corridor.
Seeing that he still didn't hear him, Murong Shang bit his lip in annoyance. If he had spoken louder, he would have been heard.
While hesitating, Murong Yu suddenly stood up and walked down the jade steps.
In fact, it¡¯s not that he didn¡¯t hear it, but that he didn¡¯t want to pay attention.
He stood on the lowest jade step and raised his voice in a deep voice, "Everyone, please disperse."
Although she was a little angry, she soon felt relieved: Well, something happened now, and it was his duty to take control of the scene.
??Everyone¡¯s attention fell on him, especially the ladies, who held out their chests and abdomen, and put on elegant postures, hoping to win his attention.
The people surrounding him took a few steps back and gave way to the venue.
Shen Zhiyan was not here, and Murong Ci hesitated whether to check Wang Zheng first. At this time, she heard Murong Yu's voice again: "Shen Shaoqing, you are just in time, check Wang Zheng quickly."
She looked up and saw Shen Zhiyan walking over quickly, bowed and squatted down to inspect the body.
Mrs. Wang held the silk handkerchief and covered her mouth with tears. She leaned against her daughter weakly and sadly, heartbroken.
"How could such a thing happen? Mr. Wang has obviously won. Hey, God is really jealous of Yingcai."
¡°A white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift, oh, it¡¯s such a tragedy in the world.¡±
"Yesterday, Fan Xiaowen died, and today it's Wang Zheng's turn. What kind of crime did he commit? It's a bad year."
"Fan Xiaowen is the most talented person in the imperial capital, and Wang Zheng is the young generation with the best martial arts in the imperial capital. If these two people die, won't they" I dare not say the rest of the sentence.
"Is this a coincidence? This prince-in-law selection competition is really ominous."
The person who said this noticed that his sleeve was being pulled, and immediately understood that he had said something that he shouldn't have said. Disaster will come from his mouth, so it is better to be cautious.
Then everyone was watching Shen Zhiyan¡¯s autopsy.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, "Inform here the people who prepared the long sword and those who have had contact with the long sword." "
"Yes, Your Highness." He Guang was so frightened that he was sweating hot and cold alternately, and his robe became wet again and again.
More than thirty people participating in the competition were waiting here to send a message for questioning. Rong Qingting suddenly said: "Your Highness, before the competition, I saw Gong Junhao just randomly taking a long sword. I didn't expect that the long sword had been made." Hands and feet.¡±
Tang Cangtian also said: "The lower official also saw Gong Junhao taking a handful at will."
Others also agreed, saying that they were all swords picked at random, because each one was the same.
More than thirty long swords were prepared by two junior officials from the Ministry of Rites. They were brought to see the king and the prince. Their heads were lowered, and their hands and feet were trembling with fear in their hearts.
"What have you done, what tricks have you done on the long sword? Let's face it!" He Guang asked sternly.
"The lower official just moved those long swords from the Ministry of Rites to the Wenhua Hall in the palace." The junior official said tremblingly.
"You two officials don't dare to slack off. I have obeyed your instructions and really haven't done anything." The legs of another petty official were shaking like chaff.
"When you move the sword into the Wenhua Palace, will anyone be watching?" Murong Ci stared at them with sharp eyes.
"The two lower officials are watching."
"Never left?"
"Noyes, I left for a while."
"Didn't I want you to watch? Where have you been?" He Guang was so angry that his gray beard trembled. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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