The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess! - Chapter 287

“Nothing, I’ll go to bed first.”

Murongci turned around and closed his eyes, while Murongyu hugged her and stopped talking.

Now she regrets that they don’t have the golden hairpin of the Nine Dragon Opera, how can they find “Gallantu”? Although he always told her not to worry, how could she not worry? I had known that I was not so strong in rejecting Yuwen Zhantian just now. In order to save the life of his father, it didn’t matter to deal with Yuwen Zhantian, imaginary and arrogant, as long as he could get the “Galantu”.

Yuwen Zhantian is meticulous and wise, and like Murong Yu, he does not fight unprepared battles, so he must know how to find “Gallantu”.

If she pretended to deal with Yuwen Zhantian, would Murong Yu be angry?

In the morning of the second day, Murong Ci and Qin Ruo went to the lobby on the first floor for breakfast. Murong Yu sat at the table near the window, and Ghost sat opposite him. And Yuwen Zhantian and Yuwenyao are sitting at the table next to each other and are also eating.

Murong Yu looked at A Ci, his petting eyes seemed to say: A Ci, come here.

Yuwen Zhantian also looked at her, his gentle eyes full of expectation.

Yu Wenyao came over and pulled her across, her small face was filled with a bright smile, “Mr Murong, let’s have breakfast with us.”

Murongci was surprised, how did this princess’ attitude take a big turn?

Qin Ruo replied on her behalf: “My son’s position is there.”

“Speaking of the master, how can you be a servant to interrupt?”

Yu Wenyao reproached prettyly, and he just pulled Murongci and walked to her table.

Qin Ruo choked, Murong Ci flicked away Yu Wenyao’s hand, smiled slightly, “We will talk more about it after eating.”

Yu Wenyao bit her lip unwillingly, and watched her sit next to Murong Yu.

Yuwen Zhantian’s face was dark, and he ate buns lonely.

Yu Wenyao’s black glazed eyes turned round, and she sat down between Qin Ruo and Murong Ci. Qin Ruo stretched his face and the boss was upset.

Murong Yu’s snow face sank, Murongci rolled his eyes speechlessly, what on earth did Yu Wenyao want to do?

“Princess, this table is too crowded, the son likes to be more spacious.” Qin Ruo understood the imperial king’s meaning and said grandiosely.

“You also know that it’s too crowded, right? Then you should go over there to sit.” Yu Wenyao smiled, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

Qin Ruo almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, Murong Ci didn’t want to waste any more time, took a bun and chewed on it.

Yu Wenyao didn’t give up on Murong Yu, and asked him charmingly: “Where are you going later?”

Murong Yu said motionlessly: “Wander around, how about you?”

“We are going to Puhua Temple.” She felt that she had leaked something that shouldn’t be said when she said it. She patted her mouth and felt sorry for her brother.

“Is Puhua Temple fun?” Murongci asked casually.

“I haven’t been, it should be fun.” Yu Wenyao didn’t dare to talk nonsense.

Murong Ci glanced at Murong Yu, and communicated with his eyes—Yuwen Zhantian would also go to Puhua Temple, so important clues should be found in Puhua Temple.

Murong Yu smiled softly at her, “Then let’s walk to Puhua Temple.”

She chuckled, “Okay.”

When Yu Wenyao saw their flirtatious and concubine expressions, her heart became flustered and her little mouth pouted.

Yuwen Zhantian has been paying attention to the movement here, and has a panoramic view of the situation here.

Aci and they also went to Puhua Temple, right in his arms.

After breakfast, Murongci and others immediately went to the Puhua Temple, and Ghost arranged the other subordinates to follow in secret, trying not to let people discover it.

Puhua Temple is located in the western suburbs of Ruoqiang. It occupies a large area and is large in scale. There are nine halls in the front and back, towering like a mountain. From a distance, you can hear the thick and long bells reverberating between heaven and earth, and the smoke above the quaint temple complex, like a fairy mist, is a peaceful place independent of the world.

Stepping into the gate of Puhua Temple, they heard the distant sound of wooden fish and the chanting of sutras. The sound came into their ears, and the sound of the sanskrit sound was endless, and the mood immediately calmed down and calmed down.

Yuwen Zhantian and others have entered Puhua Temple, Murong Yu and others are following.

The little novice monks in the temple led them to the north. They watched the surrounding scenery while listening to the Sanskrit sounds, and their anxious and dirty minds were cleared.

When they came to the monastery, the little novice asked them to rest for a while, and someone brought tea later.

“My son, will the abbot meet us?” Qin Ruo asked.

“It should be.” Murong Ci couldn’t be sure.

Not long after, the little novice sent tea and green dumplings, and Yu Wenyao followed in, holding Murongci affectionately, but his eyes were directed towards Murongyu.

Murongci tentatively asked, “Do you know why your brother came to Puhua Temple?”

Yu Wenyao shook her head bewildered, “I followed it secretly, and my brother was forced to let me follow.”

Murongci obviously didn’t believe it, “Really?”

Yu Wenyao nodded heavily, but she did know why her brother came to this small border town. She only knew by eavesdropping on the words of her brother and subordinates.

“It’s to get a map.” Murong Yu picked up a small pot of clay and took a sip of tea.

“How do you know?” She opened her eyes in amazement, but immediately realized that she had leaked the secret again. Will he be beaten to death by the emperor’s brother?

“”Gallantu”?” Murong said with a smile.

“Since you all know, I won’t hide it. Brother really came for “Gallantu”.” Yuwenyao’s soul looked at him reluctantly, her heart and soul surged in circles of spring water, rippling softly.

Murongci secretly thought, Yuwen Zhantian said that the annihilated ancient kingdom of Garan had a connection with the Western Qin State, so he really had a way to get the “Galan Map”? Pay more attention to his movements later.

Yu Wenyao stood next to Murong Yu, “I have a few words to tell you, can I take a step to speak?”

Murong Yu said coldly: “If you have something to say, just say it here.”

She looked at Qin Ruo and Ghost Shadow, bit her lower lip, gathered up her courage, and said, “Brother said, as long as you agree to your brother’s terms, you are allowed to go to the ancient kingdom of Garan with us.”

“Aci and I will find it, you don’t need to bother.” He said coldly.

“You haven’t heard what I said.” She muttered depressed.

“Don’t tell me, we also know what the conditions are.” Murong Ci sneered.

“My brother said, as long as you marry your brother, and I marry Murong Yu, we can go find the treasure of the ancient kingdom of Jialan together.” Yu Wenyao said the more her voice became smaller, and she felt guilty for not knowing why.

Murongci sneered coldly, Yuwen Zhantian made a wishful thinking.

Murong Yu didn’t bother to waste his lips and tongue, and didn’t even look at Yu Wenyao.

Qin Ruo said angrily: “Tell your brother that the son will never agree to your terms.”

Yu Wenyao’s little mouth moved, after all, she didn’t say anything, and went back.

After waiting for half an hour, they finally waited for the abbot of Puhua Temple.

The master abbot and his party have kind eyebrows and kind eyes, with a long white beard flying in the wind, and his thin and long figure is quite celestial. He called the Yuwen brothers and sisters to the Zen room where Murongci was, and said, “You donors are here for the “Gallantu”?”

“Master Yi Xing is wise, I am waiting for “Gallantu”.” Yuwen bowed his body politely.

“Master Yi Xing, we have traveled all the way here, not for any treasure, but to save my father’s life.” Murong Ci said sincerely.

“What’s wrong with my father?” Master Xingping asked.

“My father was cast by the thieves with dementia, spells, or illusions from the ancient kingdom of Garan, and his life is at stake. You must use the snow grass and the water of the jade spring that grew in the ancient kingdom of Garan to be used as a medicine to break this evil technique.” She said bitterly. “I also have no choice but to ask Master Yi Xing to inform the whereabouts of the “Galantu”. As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seventh-level Buddha. I believe Master Yi Xing will not die.”

Yuwen Zhantian learned that Aci had come to search for “Gallantu” to save her father’s life.

Murong Yu stood aside, silent.

The master nodded and said calmly: “In the past two years, many people have come to our temple to look for the “Galantu”, but unfortunately, the abbot does not know the “Galantu”, nor does he know that this picture is related to the ancient country of Kalan. What does it matter? I don’t know where this rumor came from. Donors, I’m sorry, but the abbot can’t help you.”

Yuwen Zhantian Wenrun said: “Master Yi Xing, can you take a step to speak?”

“If you want to talk about “Gallantu”, the donor is free to speak up.” The master Xingyi was very polite, and his attitude was a bit cold. “The abbot has a lot of work and can’t entertain you. You can leave after you use tea.”

“Master Xingping, don’t go, we haven’t finished talking yet.” Seeing that he was leaving, Yu Wenyao hurriedly went to the door to stop.

“Sister, don’t be rude.” Yuwen Zhantian rebuked.

Murongci and others watched the masters leave, Qin Ruo said sadly: “What should I do now?”

Murong Yu sat down calmly, poured a cup of tea, and drank gracefully.

Murong Ci was surprised, why is he so calm?

Yuwen Zhantian hurriedly left, she guessed that he should be looking for a group of masters alone.

“Will Yuwen Zhantian reveal his identity and ask a party of masters to hand over the “Galantu”?” She worried.

“Master Xing Yi is not the kind of person who will succumb to power, don’t worry.” Murong Yu said lightly.

“Then what shall we do?” Murong Ci was very sad.

“Don’t worry, I have my own plan.” He drank the tea calmly and gracefully, as if it was a good cup of tea better than all teas.

Seeing him so leisurely, she felt a little relieved, but she still frowned.

After two cups of tea, Yuwen Zhantian returned, and Yuwenyao rushed over excitedly and asked, “Brother, how?”

He shook his head slightly, his brows narrowed slightly.

Murong Ciliang Liang said: “Master Xing Yi will not be easily deceived by others.”

He wanted to say something but stopped, but he didn’t say anything after all. He saw Murong Yu’s leisurely and leisurely again, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Why is Murong Yu so calm?

Just now, he told Master Yi Xing about the origins of the ancient kingdom of Garan and the royal family, but Master Yi Xing was unmoved, and he was unable to impress Master Yi Xing after exhausting his words.

So, why is Murong Yu so quiet?

Could it be that he has the Kowloon Opera Phoenix Golden Hairpin?