Just at this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Your Majesty, Commander Wang wants to see you for something." It was Uncle Yang's voice.
Shangguan Ye's face suddenly turned gloomy, his eyes staring at the door like sharp swords with murderous intent and a bit of depression, but Murong Qiufeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Feeling that Murong Qiufeng's originally stiff body seemed to relax a little, Shangguan Ye looked at his side face, took a deep breath, sighed softly, let him go, then pinched his chin and said, "Wash well."
Wash, like a tabby cat, I’ll talk about it later if you have something to do.” After saying that, he turned over and left quickly without even changing his clothes.
When the door closed, Murong Qiufeng completely relaxed. He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his chin, feeling that his warmth still remained on it. In front of him was the domineering, doting and helpless look of that man, as well as the look of worry and fear.
, gentle look.
Murong Qiufeng closed his eyes weakly, stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and simply sank into the water. His mind was in chaos, but his consciousness was still very clear, and he clearly understood that he did not feel any rejection of these things.
Although Shangguan Ye's words were only a few words, they were enough to shock him. His unconditional and unrestricted indulgence gave him the illusion that in his eyes, he was everything and more important than the world.
He enjoyed the feeling of being so valued, but he was also a little afraid that he would fall deeply into it. He didn't understand what Shangguan Ye's feelings were for him, nor what kind of feelings he had for Shangguan Ye.
Shangguan Ye entered the hall with a gloomy face and a look of dissatisfaction.
Commander Wang saw that Shangguan Ye had a gloomy look on his face and glared at him deliberately when he came in. His heart suddenly skipped a beat. He couldn't have made any mistake. He quickly lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty."
"What's the matter?" Shangguan Ye sat down and snorted coldly, his tone very unhappy.
While he was serving tea, Yang Bo had a bit of a smile in his eyes, tacitly understanding it, but he did do it on purpose just now. He could definitely let Wang Tong wait ahead.
But he really liked Murong Qiufeng so much that he regarded him as his grandson and another master of the palace. The harder it was to get, the more he should cherish it. He was also helping Murong Qiufeng test the prince.
of patience.
If Shangguan Ye knew about it, he would probably have no choice but to sigh, half happy and half sad. Murong Qiufeng had only been in the palace for two months, but he had already won the hearts of everyone in the palace, including Yang Bo's arm.
Everyone turned to him, and it was because he was so good and so lovable that he always attracted so many annoying flowers and plants.
"Your Majesty, please take a look." Commander Wang looked serious and motioned to the officers and soldiers on the side.
The officer and soldier nodded, then squatted down and lifted up the white cloth on the ground, revealing two people, no, it should be said two corpses.
Shangguan Ye looked at the appearance of the two corpses, and his eyes suddenly sank slightly. He recognized both corpses, one was the guard accompanying Zhao Xiru, and the other was Zhao Xiru himself.
Commander Wang continued, "They have been dead for two days. One was poisoned, and the seventh princess was strangled to death. They have been hiding in the stable of the inn. Just because of the fire, the horses in the stable were frightened and became chaotic.
, the two people buried in the straw were revealed."
"How can you be sure that this is Zhao Xiru." Shangguan Ye frowned and looked at it for a while, but it looked very similar to Zhao Xiru, except that his face was a little blue, and there were some bruises and bruises on his face. It seemed that it was caused by someone covering his face before.
bruises.
"This person shows no signs of being disguised. Moreover, everyone in the royal family of Zhao Kingdom has royal tattoos, which were tattooed with special drugs. She also has one on her body."
"Doesn't it mean that the art of disguise cannot be detected, and there are more capable people who can imitate tattoos, or if Zhao Guo himself framed the fault, then it would be easier to create one
Exactly the same tattoo." Murong Qiufeng's voice sounded.
The two of them looked up and saw that Murong Qiufeng had already changed her clothes. She was dressed cleanly and neatly in white clothes, which made her originally depressed mood feel much more refreshing.
Shangguan Ye raised his eyebrows. When he saw Murong Qiufeng's eyes falling on the corpse and frowning, he asked, "Do you think this is fake?"
Murong Qiufeng looked at the corpse. Although he knew it was a fake, he still felt a little sad. Although he only wanted to spend one day with Zhao Xiru, he still had a good impression of her. No matter whether Zhao Xiru directed this time voluntarily or was
Even if we are forced to do so, we will inevitably become enemies.
He nodded, "I'm sure it's not."
"Oh? What should I say?" Shangguan Ye became more energetic and looked very interested.
Murong Qiufeng sighed, took out a small silver needle from his sleeve, and gently inserted it into the throat of the female corpse.
Suddenly a stench swept over me, and some black liquid gushed out of the needle.
Shangguan Ye frowned deeply. He was surprised to see Murong Qiufeng's calm face, as if it was true. He couldn't help but look at him again, looking at the thin needle. Could it be that he usually had these hidden in his clothes?
Something he didn't find.
Just thinking that every time I offended him, he didn't really resist, I couldn't help but feel better.
Commander Wang didn't have the advanced skills to hold his breath like them. He could only cover his nose, widen his eyes, and look like he was about to vomit. His face was green and white. The smell was like smelling a corpse that had been rotting for several months.
smell.
This person had not been dead for two days, but more than ten days. A drug was used to hug her body to make it look like she had been dead for two days.
"How did the young master find out?" Commander Wang covered his nose and asked in surprise.
Murong Qiufeng stood up and smiled slightly, "Because I have been dealing with drugs since I was a child, I am very sensitive to the smell of drugs. I just guessed it when I smelled that smell from her body just now.
Shangguan Ye couldn't help feeling a little sad when he thought that he seemed to have been drinking medicine since he was born.
"Furthermore, from a physical point of view, this woman is indeed not an ordinary rich lady. She must be pampered and pampered, but one thing is certain that she is not Zhao Xiru. Although Zhao Xiru is not a martial arts practitioner, she has a secret skill for protecting herself. That secret skill is similar to the piano.
It’s related to strings, but the fingers of this person’s hands don’t have any calluses at all, which is obviously abnormal.”
Shangguan Ye also walked over, looked at the corpse condescendingly, then turned to look at Murong Qiufeng, "You just came, and you can't smell or see it from such a long distance. At that time, did you believe that it was Zhao Xiru?"
Murong Qiufeng was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Shangguan Ye speechlessly, thinking that indeed nothing could be hidden from him. "Of course I don't believe it either. In fact, I always thought that Zhao Xiru's life would not be in danger."
"What should I say?" Commander Wang looked at Murong Qiufeng and then at the prince with a look of curiosity.