Murong Jing passed by the Chaofeng Palace and paused, and she had a little struggle inside. She wanted to see her, and wanted to know how she was doing, what she was doing, or she was sleeping? Is there any better...
Go in? Or don't go in?
In the end, he rationally restrained his desire, accelerated his pace and continued to move towards his bedroom.
The sound of flutes faintly came from the bedroom, which made him frown.[
Directly, Murong Jing arrived at Yaochi.
Sure enough, on the steps by the pool, there was a figure sitting quietly, with long hair floating in the shawl, and white clothes were better than snow.
"Zhuxue, why don't you sleep?"
"Aren't the emperor brother the same resting?"
"I'm having something to do." Murong Jing walked over, relaxed and sat next to Chuxue, stretched out his legs, and half lay down, regardless of whether the steps behind him were clean enough, and had a different kind of chicness.
When the assassin was found, the matter came to an end and he felt relieved.
"Who is the assassin?"
"Lin Yuer."
"Is it her?"
"Um."
"The assassin has been found, but what are the emperor's worries? Tell me about Chuxue."
Since Chuxue wanted to hear it, Murong Jingzhu briefly explained the whole story.
Chu Xue smiled slightly, "What an accident, is the emperor brother showing favoritism?" The emperor brother decided to ask for the death without judging it. He clearly avoided what Lin Yuer said later.
Murong Jing's eyes flashed, and he glanced at Chuxue, "It's not possible. Concubine Xiao is or is not an assassin, and it has no effect on the overall situation." The point is that he promised someone that he had just released the Xiao family, but he didn't want to catch him again in a blink of an eye.
Leave her a handle. Besides, the Xiao family can no longer form a climate.
"You can investigate it secretly. It is unfair to the emperor's sister-in-law if it is unclear." The truth is the truth, easily buried, and there will be some grudges in the hearts of some people.
"Well, that's fine. Then let Chen Shou interrogate him secretly. It doesn't matter if he was executed." Murong Jing was also puzzled. How did Lin Yuer do it? It's really hard to match the time. In such a short time, it's from Chaofeng Palace to Wan.
When Yigong returns to Qianshou Palace, even if he rides a sweat-blooded BMW, he will not be able to do it without any obstacles.
"Brother, I'm really sorry for you." Chu Xue chuckled.