In Long Yuanxiu's shock, Zhan Feng 1510 made it clear what he investigated last night.

That's it, Xia Lan confessed. Your Royal Highness, she relied on her eldest brother to save your life, so she always dreamed of this princess. Last time, your subordinates said to send her out, and you also said not to chill the hearts of the dead. And she got to ......."

Long Yuan frowned angrily: "Why is she so thick-skinned as a girl!" Even this kind of subordinate method can be used! That's it! Send it out now! ”

Zhan Feng hurriedly answered, and asked weakly: "Your Highness, what ...... Where's Miss Banker?"

As if he had a heart in his heart, as soon as the battle wind here mentioned Miss Zhuang, the attendant over there hurriedly came in, hugged his fists and said: "Your Highness is not good, Zhuang Mingyue hanged herself!" ”

"Huh?!" Zhan Feng jumped to his feet in fright, "Why did you commit suicide......" Before the words were finished, I saw that His Highness's figure had already rushed out.

A quarter of an hour later. Under the old banyan tree in the back garden of the second palace.

When Long Yuanxiu came over, he saw a bunch of maids and mothers-in-law surrounding him, and there was no lack of sorrow and sorrow, so he casually asked Zhan Feng: "Zhuang Mingyue has only been in the mansion for two days?"

"Yes, Your Highness. I personally arranged her to the flower room. ”

Long Yuanxiu's eyes sank. In two days, someone actually screamed for her?! Unconsciously swept his eyes at the loyal war style. A few days ago, he was still very angry when he mentioned the banker, and when did he change his opinion of this Miss Zhuang? Or even a cover-up?

"Your Highness is here!"

As the wind of war screamed, the people around immediately dispersed a road. Long Yuanxiu's mind returned to Zhuang Mingyue, who had woken up under the tree. Because of her fair skin, the strangulation marks on her neck are particularly glaring.

Other than that, he found out...... Miss Banker is actually very good-looking.

Although she is the daughter of a businessman, she has no market atmosphere. On the contrary, his eyes are clear and deep, and his face is as dignified and clean as the full moon. The body shape is healthy and well-proportioned, and one more is too fat and less is too thin. Compared with the surrounding maids and mothers-in-law, it is simply a difference between cloud and mud.

If you look closely, it becomes more and more strange. Just the common people, where does it come from that calm and noble spirit? Inexplicably, it makes people feel that this person is very trusting...... Very sincere...... It's very warm...... Wait a minute! This woman toyed with him and applauded!

Suddenly there is no good feeling, only hatred! However, because of last night's incident, he still has a bad seizure.

I can only say angrily: "The ants are still greedy for life, but you want to live up to Shaohua?" Main hall ...... When did you say you wanted your life?"

Zhuang Mingyue's heart ran over the grass and mud horse, with sadness and pity on her face. Men are really big pigs' trotters! Last night, he said domineeringly that he was going to kill her, and after a night of 'joy', he forgot nothing?

That's a pill, not an amnesia drug! Do you want to be so split-personality?! Silently despised it, and said softly: "Your Highness...... Mingyue doesn't want to die, but, but last night's incident, how can Mingyue live?"

The surrounding maids and mothers-in-law were visibly holding their breath. Long Yuanxiu immediately noticed that an eye wind swept by, and the battle wind was busy clearing the field. In the end, even he rolled away. In the blink of an eye, His Royal Highness the Wolf and the Pseudo-White Rabbit were left in the mottled light and shadow under the big banyan tree.

"What happened last night...... The main hall was also framed. But a mistake is a mistake, and the main hall has no intention of denying it. Zhuang Mingyue...... The dealer's affairs will no longer concern you. If you wish, you can also stay in the palace and be a concubine in the main hall......"

Before the words were finished, Zhuang Mingyue was excited and immediately said: "I don't want to!" ”

Sensing Long Yuanxiu's eyes sank. Zhuang Mingyue knelt in front of him and shouted, "What does the folk girl mean to say...... The folk girl already has a sweetheart. Can't let him down. ”

The air froze for a moment, and Long Yuan Xiu said, "That's very good. I don't know which son in Kyoto it is? What is the last name? ”

Zhuang Mingyue's heart was tumbling again. Grandma's, aren't you a cold person! Ask so much dry hair......

"Huh?"

"Ah...... Yes, it's a folk girl's name...... Rifle. ”