The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Murong Yu moved the teacup to the side and said in a low voice, "His Royal Highness, taste the tea this king brought."

Murong Ci Luoluo generously lifted his robe and sat down, took a sip, admired the good tea repeatedly, but muttered in his heart that this was the tribute tea that had just been delivered to the palace within a few days.

All the good things in the Daoqing Palace fell into his hands.

"This is tribute tea, hasn't your Highness ever drunk it? Or is your Highness having something on his mind, and he has become dull?" His slender fingers pinched the sapphire cup, plus thin vermilion lips, jade white, cyan, and vermilion, which reminded everyone of everything in the world. The magnificent and charming.

"My palace is thinking about Afurong's anointing, and I can't think of it. It's not like the prince's strategizing, and the leisurely taste of tea." Her light voice was a little ridiculous.

"His Royal Highness, is this blaming this king for negligence?"

"How dare my palace? It's my stupid palace. I haven't made any progress for a few days. The prince is different. He has a lot of opportunities and has a leisure time to taste tea."

"Did Your Highness's mouth be greased or drank honey today?"

"My palace speaks only from the bottom of the heart."

Murongci drank two cups of tea in succession. This was the tribute tea in the palace. Naturally, he had to drink a few more cups to prevent him from taking advantage of it.

However, she was upset when she looked at the handsome face that was angry with people and gods.

So she smiled: "It's getting late, and it's time for my palace to go back to the palace."

Murong Yu blinked meaningfully, "His Royal Highness does not want to know what is the matter of my palace inviting you?"

She continued to smirk, "The prince said as soon as he wanted to, and my palace listened carefully."

He said coldly: "Put away the hypocritical smirk, otherwise this king won't say anything."

You don't want to say, I don't want to hear it yet.

She was angry in her heart, but still put away the smirk that quickly made her facial muscles cramp, and drank tea silently.

He was quite satisfied with her expressive little face, "This king has found out that there are more than 20 people among all Beijing officials who smoked Afurong ointment."

"So much!" Murongci was shocked, and then full of anger, "If you don't stop it, more people will definitely take Aphrodite cream."

"At the moment, I don't know where these people bought the Afrond cream and how they got this addiction."

"How does the prince plan to deal with them?"

"No hurry. It won't be too late to deal with the person who sells Afurong ointment."

"The only clue right now is Linglongxuan, but we've all been to Linglongxuan, and we haven't found anyone smoking Afurong ointment."

"The secret hidden by Linglongxuan still needs to be explored." Murong Yu's deep eyes condensed, and the icy sharp light flashed brightly. "And that young man in golden clothes, this king would like to have a while."

"When is the prince going?" She was faintly excited, and she wanted to go too.

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, just tonight."

"Go to my palace too."

"His Royal Highness promises not to cause chaos?"

"Our palace guarantees!" Murong resigned with a vow.

Murong Yu picked up the delicate and small sapphire cup and slapped it, a strange gleam flashed through his deep eyes.

She naturally couldn't guess. He came to her just because he wanted her to go to Linglongxuan with her.

During dinner, the man brought a few dishes of delicacies, but she was not hungry, so she ate something casually.

After dinner, she stood in front of the window, watching the traffic and noise on the street, and the beautiful and romantic night of Emperor Beijing began.

Someone came in, but she didn't look back, thinking it was a buddy who came to clean up the dishes.

"What are you looking at?"

A warm voice curled up from behind, and the warm fragrance of submerged water rolled around.

Murongci leaned vigilantly and said uncomfortably: "It's nothing, it's blowing the night breeze."

His voice was calm and cold, "Go later and change clothes."

She saw him holding a set of snow-green robes in both hands, knowing that it was prepared for herself, so she took it, "The prince will go to change clothes first, and the palace will go out first."

"His Royal Highness seems to be afraid of something." Murong Yu's words contained three-point ridicule.

"My palace...what are you afraid of?" She was guilty, but still straightened her chest, "My palace just doesn't want to hinder the prince from changing clothes..."

Why is the tongue so inflexible? Why is it knotted?

He said solemnly and grandly: "There is no servant here, so I have to bother your majesty to change clothes for this king."

"There are attendants outside... My palace is going to call the attendants to change the clothes for the prince..." Murong Ci immediately flew out, but was caught by his wrist and couldn't move.

"The attendant is clumsy, this king is not used to it."

"My palace is also clumsy... My palace has never taken care of anyone..."

"The king remembers that His Royal Highness has a pair of smooth and delicate hands that are comparable to the delicate hands of a beautiful woman."

She subconsciously withdrew her hand, her chest swelled with anger, and fluctuated-in the past, he was stationed at the border, did he have a maid waiting for him?

He deliberately made things difficult for her! Humiliated her deliberately!

However, not only was she unable to withdraw her hand, she was also lifted up by him, rubbed, and played wantonly.

The thin calluses of his big palms gently rubbed her tender catkins, and there was a strange touch and a slight aching pain.

Murongci glared cross-brows and pulled back vigorously in annoyance.

Murong Yu dragged her inside, she rushed out angrily, and then she felt her back numb, completely unable to move.

"What on earth do you want to do?" she yelled angrily.

"How can this king be embarrassed to let His Royal Highness serve this King? Or let this King serve His Highness to change clothes." His dark jade-like eyes were shining, and the evil air swirled.

"You!" She was anxious, and was about to collapse, "I don't need anyone to wait in my palace! Quickly unlock the acupuncture points in my palace!"

He turned a deaf ear, his slender fingers pulled away the Weigela around her slender waist, gently, slowly, like a slow-cooking chicken and mushrooms, deliberately torturing her will.

Immediately, her little face flushed red, and Lie Lie raged on top of her head, and said angrily: "You can't do this!"

He came for real! This is how to do?

Outside Qin Ruo, vaguely heard the shrill voice of His Highness coming from the room, guessing that His Highness was in danger, and wanted to go in to relieve His Highness. However, the king's attendant was staring at him on the opposite side.

She believed that as long as she acted, the expressionless attendant would definitely stop her.

In the private room, Murong Yu's thin red lips evoked an evil and cold arc, "This king is just changing clothes for His Royal Highness."

Heinously evil!

At this time, Murong Ci's clenched hands were clearly blue, faintly bulging, and his teeth were also clenched tightly, almost crushing his teeth.

The white robe slipped down, like a white cloud falling from the sky, covering their feet softly.

She couldn't wait for her gaze to see the blood sealed sword, piercing a few blood holes in his body.

He unbuttoned her moon white coat, his eyes fixed on her little face all the time.

The little face was red enough to bleed, and even the ears and neck were stained with the magnificent and beautiful red color like clouds. The ripeness and tenderness made me want to take a bite.

This is really a long process, extreme torture and suffering, like Ling Chi, crushing people's hearts and wills.

She glared at him, without blinking, two clusters of fierce flames burning in her eyes.

However, he turned a blind eye.

The shirt was open, revealing the intimate Yuebai Yiyi, but it was not the silky style worn by women.

His heart was filled with humiliation, anger swam through his limbs, and he didn't even know that he had bitten his lower lip. She naturally knew his intention, didn't she just want to "see it with her own eyes"?

The clothes of the moon white lightly covered his thin body like a cloud, and the delicate collarbone was like a jade. Just so, Murong Yu's mouth was dry, his blood was rushing, and his mind was full of all kinds of things. Yees.

Picking his fingers lightly, a tightly tied cloth towel was exposed from the inside of the clothes, which was wrapped around his chest a few times.

Murong closed his eyes, and there was nowhere to vent his monstrous resentment, wishing to smash this hateful and hateful man into pieces!

"Oh..." He seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and the corners of his lips curled up with an inexplicable arc, "That's it."

"Is it enough?" The red tide receded, her face was pale, her anger was blazing, "You already know, don't you kill this palace?"

"Your Majesty made a big joke in front of his subjects."

He gently dressed her in obscene clothes and blouses, and finally put on a snow-blue plain robe for her.

In fact, he had already determined that she was a woman, but he just wanted to see the inner universe with his own eyes.

Murongci's limbs were cold, but her voice was full of raging flames, intertwined with hot and cold, and angrily attacking her thin body. She was almost unable to support her, and her body shook.

Murong Yu fastened her belt, with his hands stuck in the exquisite and round soft waist, a full grip, arousing people's imagination.

She gritted her teeth in irritation, her face flushed again, "Let go!"

He chuckled as if he had succeeded in a conspiracy, stretched out his hand, and let go.

Immediately, she softened, shook a little, and almost fell to the ground-fortunately, he was quick to support her with eyesight and hands.

She pushed him away hard, almost violently, and then jumped three steps away, staring at him vigilantly.

He didn't care and untied his robe.

She hurriedly went out and poured two cups of tea outside, only to calm the chaotic mood a little.

Not long after, Murong Yu came out after changing his clothes and saw a thin and unfamiliar teenager sitting outside. His appearance was not good, but his eyes were as bright and clear as colored glaze, and they were shining brightly.

It turned out that she had put on a human skin mask.

Murongci also looked at him. Whether it was official or private clothes, most of his robes were black. Now he put on a light white robe without patterns and no ornaments. The temperament has changed a little, and it is as elegant as bamboo, and it is pure and elegant. Dust, like the Gaoling ice flower of Penglai Xianshan.

"What's the matter?" He lifted his robe and sat down, his voice soft.

"No..." She regained her senses in astonishment, scolding herself for being absent-minded.

She pressed vigorously on the edge of the human skin mask, and Murong Yu put on the human skin mask too. In a blink of an eye, the two stunningly handsome heroes became ordinary men.

Murong Ci asked: "Wang Ye has a way to enter Linglongxuan?"

He did not answer, and opened the door of the room.

When Qin Ruo saw two completely strange men, he was stunned in astonishment, and then looked inside, where's your Royal Highness?

Murongci raised Qin Ruo's chin, and the corners of his lips made a lewd smile. Meng Lang said, "Good-looking brother. I have a few drinks with Xiaoye today."

Upon hearing the voice, Qin Ruo recognized that this young man was his Royal Highness. She was ashamed and said, "The slave didn't even recognize His Highness, the slave deserves to die."