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"Tell me what happened!"

Yi Shuiyao was driving a horse while inviting Ying Qi to ask, but she couldn't help but think nonsense, so let's just ask, even if she didn't believe it at all!

Ha? Suddenly tell her that the dead stallion has ascended to heaven? How could she accept this! Since ancient times, the scourge has been left for thousands of years, how can that guy die easily......

Ying Qi's voice was low, with hidden anger, and said, "Lin Feng is a traitor...... No, it should be said, he was an undercover agent throughout! ”

Lin Feng? Undercover?!

Cheng Yan was taken aback, Lin Feng had been following him for several years, and instinctively wanted to refute: "How can it be ......?"

"He really is!" Ying Qi gritted his teeth: "It was he who poisoned his master and gave his master a knife when he lost the power to resist......"

Cheng Yan's face was straight and he fell silent. Slightly, looking up at him with sharp eyes, "So what were you doing at the time?" What are the shadow guards doing?! ”

Ying Qi bowed his head: "Some people should cooperate with the outside, and a group of masters suddenly poured out at that time, and we ...... Overwhelmed......"

"Given...... A knife? Yi Shui repeated, if it weren't for being on horseback at the moment, she really wanted to pull through Ying Qi's collar and ask what this meant!

Ying Qi grimaced, nodded and gave the worst answer: "That knife hits the heart." ”

What the? Yi Shui's body was weak, and she almost didn't fall off the horse, can you say that she can't hear clearly when the wind is too strong?

Cheng Yan frowned, grabbed the reins and said, "The princess must not mess with herself, the facts are waiting for us to confirm in person!" ”

It was getting dark, and they finally arrived at King Wei's mansion, and the streets were empty, dark, and silent.

The lights of the Weiwang Mansion were bright all night, and he pushed open the gate and entered, bypassing the stone carved screen in the front yard, and there were people in the main hall.

Yi Shuiyao suddenly paused, wishing that the courtyard would make her slower by nine bends and eighteen bends.

It's like a strong breath to vent it, and people will instinctively avoid things they don't want to see. She's scared......

"Princess......" Sang Yue couldn't help but speak. His hands were raised, as if to help her.

Yi Shuiyao took a deep breath and resolutely strode forward, very fast.

The Tao steward in the main hall had already seen her, and now her face was dark and unknown by the candlelight at the door. And in the center, there is a low couch, on which a person sleeps peacefully.

Brocade robes, eyebrows and eyes as deep as promised.

It was Murong Chonghao, covered with a quilt on his body, lying peacefully as if he was in a dream, but his brows were frowning slightly, and he obviously couldn't sleep well!

Steward Tao suddenly knelt down, prostrate on the ground, his tone was still so cold and hoarse, adding something heavy, slow and long. "The old slave is guilty."

"Shh......h

Yi Shuiyao put his index finger on his lips and said softly: "This guy will definitely lose his temper if he is woken up......"

"You're teaming up to lie to me, aren't you? Want to see me embarrassed? ”

"Is it Murong Chonghao's bad idea? He slept in the hall so badly? ”

The truth is close to the eye, but Yi Shuiyao can't let herself take even one step, she can't control her legs, the cells in her body are refusing, she doesn't want to go over!

Cheng Yan couldn't hold back any longer, and strode forward and knelt on the side of the couch: "Master! ”

Shaking his hands to probe Murong Chonghao's pulse, he couldn't believe that his wise and martial master would die at the hands of a small undercover agent!

Sang Yue and Bang Yue always paid attention to Yi Shuiyao's reaction, their eyes were full of panic that they tried their best to suppress, if something really happened to the prince, then ......

After a long time, Yi Shuiyao finally moved, one step, two steps, three steps...... Stand still, looking down on him condescendingly.

Reach out and hold him gently.

It's cold.

Under the quilt, on the chest, slightly raised, both hands unconsciously opened, and the dagger inlaid with gems appeared in front of him. So straight and mercilessly thrust on the once hot chest.

A large amount of gushing blood has probably been preliminarily processed, and only the remaining remains are stuck to the placket of the clothes, and after a few hours, it has already coagulated.

Who is she? Where is she? Why did it seem as if all the senses had left her? It's like being in a dream, without the slightest sense of reality.

You won, Murong Chonghao...... She's doomed.

There was a blur in front of him, and he suddenly used his strength to clasp the cold hand on his hand, and Yi Shuiyao was almost angry: "What do you want!" ”

Why are your hands so cold?

Why do you lie down and don't talk?

Why are you willing to ...... so easily?

Yi Shui couldn't cry, and Murong Chonghao died...... How is that possible?

How is this! Possible!

"Princess......" Sang Yue finally couldn't help it, and cried loudly.

Cheng Yan gritted his teeth and punched a wooden stool, the back of his hand was dripping with blood, and asked, "Dare to ask the housekeeper what the specific situation was at that time?" ”

A Lin Feng has the ability to put his master to death? If the prince was really so negligent, he would have died many times!

Steward Tao had a wooden face, and his voice was like a dry well: "It's this thing." ”

The pottery housekeeper took out a delicate brocade box, opened it, and there was a wooden hairpin inside, which was slightly rough under the careful inspection, but it could make people see at a glance that it was a butterfly.

"This hairpin is made by the prince to find the precious cloud-dyed incense himself, and it will not be burned in case of fire, and the fragrance will not be extinguished......"

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Yi Shuiyao, she was sobbing, and her body trembled slightly. Clenched his fists until his nails sank into his palms, blood flowing, as if this was the only way to stay awake.

"Cloud dyeing incense is very easy to attract moths, and it must be soaked in special medicinal water to prevent moths, and Lin Feng took advantage of this loophole."

So, is this a gift secretly prepared for her? I have always known that Murong Chonghao is a sullen person, occasionally a little awkward, some words are tightly hidden, and sometimes he is constantly sweet......

Yi Shuiyao only felt that his breath was blocked in his chest, almost suffocating, and his ten fingers tightly grabbed Murong Chonghao's sleeve, as if he didn't have to lose it.

Why did he appear to her in the form of a corpse? If her whereabouts are unknown, she can still keep her illusions, but the reality is so cruel that she ...... There is no glimmer of hope in sight......

In the chaotic mind, he suddenly remembered the method of storing the corpse with ice cubes, and Yi Shuiyao seemed to have found the direction in an instant.

Yes, she can't lose, even the flesh, she has to stay around!

When Steward Tao was instructed to put Murong Chonghao into the ice cellar, he frowned directly, shook his head and said, "The old slave can't." ”

"The Queen Mother will not agree, I believe that after receiving the news, she will order the master to enter the imperial mausoleum and enter the earth for peace."

"No one can snatch him." Yi Shuiyao didn't waver for a moment, and only looked at Murong Chonghao's pale face stupidly.

If this face turned into miserable white bones and disappeared without a trace, how could she endure it! The point is, she was reborn, so will Murong Chonghao also ......

This may be a delusion, but to make Yi Shuiyao's heart beat again, she needs a hope to support her. (To be continued.) )