"Han Qing, I especially admire those who can perform autopsy. You can test it again and let me see."

Jun Chujing's voice pulled back Su Qingran's thoughts, and she was embarrassed, "Princess, this..."

She said as she subconsciously looked at Murong Che for help.

She just wanted to test it, but now there is no body for her to test it, okay?

"Jing'er can't mess around."

Sure enough, Murong Che reprimanded, "This is Dali Temple, not your Jinghua Palace!"

Jun Chujing's face turned cold and she hurriedly stuck out her tongue, "Cousin Murong, why do you look like the fourth brother when you train someone?"

When she mentioned Jun Qinghan, she sighed quietly, "It would be great if the fourth brother was still there. Why did you say that you are a good person suddenly die?"

Murong Che's eyes were restrained by taking her sadness into her eyes.

Su Qingran's heart trembled when she heard this and subconsciously looked at him.

Could the face under the mask be that scumbag prince?

...

On March 3, the green smoke is weaving and green willows are blowing through the embankment.

A warm breeze blew a pond of spring water, and a few peach blossoms fell and fluttered.

Five miles south of the palace city is the rippling blue storm of Yanbo Lake. The lake surface is endless and stretches for dozens of miles.

In the middle of the lake, there is a lake island. A palace is built on the island, surrounded by a peach forest, which is a place to enjoy the summer resort for emperors from all dynasties.

Looking at the wide lake, Su Qingran's vision suddenly became wide.

She and Bailihe were around Murong Che, and they were followed by the Eighth Prince Jun Qingchen and the Ninth Princess Jun Chujing.

However, as soon as he got off the carriage, Jun Qingchen's eyes stuck to her.

It seems to be looking at but not looking at, it seems to be exploring but not exploring.

This slightly playful gaze made Su Qingran feel chilled.

Could this Eighth Prince... is also a broken sleeve?

Subconsciously he avoided Murong Che, blocking Jun Qingchen's vision.

If he is good at Long Yang, he will look for the one in front of her and don’t stare at her.

Jun Qingchen walked two steps before, his eyes stuck to Su Qingran again, and he said with a smile, "I have heard that a handsome coroner has come to Dali Temple. I didn't expect that he would be so handsome, with a tender face, like a woman."

Huh...

Su Qingran felt that her goosebumps were about to fall.

Murong Che glared at him quietly, and he immediately suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth and bowed, "Murrong, long time no see."

"Yes." Murong Che responded lightly, and there was nothing else.

"Murrong, you and Brother Liu won two thousand taels of silver when shooting archery in the suburbs of Beijing a few days ago. Why don't you call me such a good thing? Maybe I can win two thousand taels."

"Brother, please keep your mouth shut, Brother Six is ​​here." Jun Chujing pulled his clothes and reminded him.

Sure enough, when the carriage stopped, Jun Qingnan walked down with a deep face.

"Why did he come? Why did you invite him?" Jun Qingchen approached Jun Chujing and bit her ears.

"My sixth brother mentioned to me, I can't refuse." Jun Chujing glanced at him, "If you fight later, I will go and complain to my father!"

"Who wants to fight him?" Jun Qingchen curled his lips.

Jun Qingnan got out of the carriage, but no one present greeted him, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Jun Chujing hurriedly walked up, "Brother Six is ​​finally here, and we are waiting for you."

Jun Qingnan snorted softly, lifted his robe and walked away.

"I don't care about you at all, so I'll let you touch your butt with a warm face." Jun Qingchen filled her arm.
Chapter completed!