There is a fake demigod in the East Palace

That night in the hot spring, Ye Zhaoling could be said to have fled in despair.Due to the hasty escape, even the important matter of erasing Rong Zheng's memory was forgotten.

When he thought about it again, the operable time had passed, so in the next few days, the life of the two of them was very embarrassing.

As a symbol of cohesive national power, the royal family is naturally the busiest business day on such an important day as the Spring Festival.Even in Li Palace, every day's itinerary is well-arranged.

Both Rong Zheng and Ye Zhaoling know the general situation, no matter how awkward they are in private, they always play their roles conscientiously in front of others, so they are relatively peaceful during the day.

As night fell, the situation became dire.

The bed in the main hall is roomy enough to fit a Mariana Trench between them.Rong Zheng and Ye Zhaoling were lying on one side, staring at the beautifully carved ceiling.

Maybe it's because the atmosphere is too awkward, every breath and every turn of the other party will be infinitely magnified by the ear, disturbing the whole night's unintentional sleep.

After several days in a row, the faces of the two of them were not very good-looking.

It was not easy to make it to the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. On this day, Rong Zheng and Ye Zhaoling were going to the Royal Hunting Ground to participate in the winter hunting competition.On the same day, Yan Tian also finished his vacation and came to Yingbo Terrace to report. When Yan Tian arrived, the prince and his wife were busy with their own things in the small hall. Except for the necessary communication, they perfectly regarded each other as palace officials at other times. A decoration.

Ye Zhaoling changed into his riding uniform early on. He found an armchair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and slumped on it. While yawning, he filled himself with coffee and turned Lezhizhi around.

Rong Zheng was still changing clothes in the locker room, and his uniform was more cumbersome. As soon as Mr. Yan returned to work, he changed the prince's clothes himself.

There was something wrong between Rong Zheng and Ye Zhaoling, even Yan Tian, ​​who had just returned to Yingbotai, noticed it.Yan Tian sneaked a glance at the blue and black under Rong Zheng's eyes, then at the disheveled Ye Zhaoling outside the door, and asked tentatively, "Are you and Lord Hou quarreling again?"

Rong Zheng raised his hand and straightened his collar, but didn't answer.

"Although it is not recommended for you to divorce at this time." Yan Tian took off a narrow-sleeved round-neck gown on the screen to help Rong Zheng put it on, and suggested very intimately: "If you really have this intention, you might as well ask your staff Draw up a charter and pave the way for public opinion first."

Rong Zheng pulled out a dark blue headband from the storage rack, tied it on by himself, and sent Yan Tian off with two words: "Troublesome."

The custom of royal winter hunting has continued since ancient times. Although it is called "winter hunting", the hunting link has been canceled in line with the times, and it has evolved into an activity in the nature of riding and archery performances.

Most members of the royal family have learned equestrian archery since childhood. On Winter Hunting, all the young talents in the royal family will gather in the hunting ground to compete on the same stage.

Lingling watches the live broadcast every year in front of the TV, but this year is a little different from previous years. Before nine o'clock in the morning, she took the empty subway to her employer's house.

Her hometown is in the southwest mountainous area, and what she has been doing in the capital for so many years is domestic work.For the triple salary during the Spring Festival, she did not return to her hometown for the New Year this year.

While waiting for the elevator, Lingling raced to watch the live broadcast of Winter Hunting for a while with her mobile phone in her hands.As in previous years, Crown Prince Rongzheng still took the lead, followed by Princess Anyang, but Jingnanhou, who participated in the winter hunting for the first time this year, also performed very well.

When she came outside her employer's house, Lingling consciously put away her cell phone.She straightened her slightly messy work clothes and rang the doorbell.

The doorbell rang for a while but no one came out to answer the door. Lingling was not surprised by this. She lowered her head and entered the password, and opened the door by herself.

Her employer is a young man with good looks and kind personality. It is said that he is also the chief engineer of an electronics group.He is busy with his daily work and is away from home most of the time.

Sure enough, there was no one in the room, the curtains in the room were closed, and the light was very dim.Lingling didn't go in in a hurry, but stood at the entrance and took off her shoes.

While she was changing her shoes, an unusual black shadow in the study caught her attention.She reached out to turn on the light in the living room, and looked in the direction of the study.

The second she saw the black shadow clearly, Lingling was stunned, and the tool bag in her hand fell to the ground with a "slap", and the contents in the bag fell to the ground.

There is a person hanging from the ceiling of the study!

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In the second half of the winter hunting competition, Rong Zheng, who was leading the way, did not appear on the field.He hurried back to the lounge, Yan Tian was already waiting there anxiously.

"What's going on?" Rong Zheng asked as soon as he entered the door: "Why did Fu Yiwen die suddenly?"

Yan Tian said solemnly: "There is no trace of outsiders entering or leaving the scene. The corpse is consistent with the characteristics of hanging himself. The preliminary investigation by the police at the scene is suicide."

It happened so suddenly that Rong Zheng had a hard time accepting it.He walked back and forth in the lounge twice, and asked Yan Tian again: "Are you sure you are dead? Have you been sent to the hospital?"

"The body was discovered by his family's part-time worker." Yan Tian shook his head heavily, and said, "When the body was found, at least eight hours had passed since the time of death."

Rong Zheng sat down on the sofa, still unable to accept the sad news of his friend's death.

Fu Yiwen entered university without examination at the age of 15, and then obtained a doctorate degree from a top foreign university. After returning to China, he worked as the chief engineer in the technology research and development center of Aurora Technology Group, and was also the chief scientist of the Royal Academy of Sciences.

Aurora Technology Group belongs to the royal family, and Rong Zheng is the general manager of the group.The death of Fu Yiwen is a great loss to the Aurora Group, and even to the country.

Besides, Fu Yiwen was still Rong Zheng's childhood friend, and the two had been fooling around since childhood.

"Arrange it." Fu Yiwen's death was no small matter.Rong Zheng took off his gloves and threw them on the sofa, reached out and rubbed the center of his brows, and said to Yan Tian, ​​"Go back to the city immediately."

The Royal Hunting Ground where the winter hunting is held is on the top of the mountain. There was a heavy snowfall last night. The snowy road is slippery and the mountain road is winding. It takes nearly an hour to go down the mountain.

Fortunately, the royal plane was always on standby, and 10 minutes later, the plane was ready to stop on the tarmac.

It was Chinese New Year at this time, and the prince and his wife had no reason to separate the two places. Before the winter hunting competition was over, Ye Zhaoling and Rong Zheng boarded the helicopter together.

Amidst the roar of the propellers, the plane quickly rose into the air, with white snow-capped mountains in the distance and endless forests at the foot.

Rong Zheng had already accepted the sad news of Fu Yiwen's sudden death, he looked out the window without saying a word, looking very preoccupied.

Yan Tian sat in the front row with a few attendants. They knew that the prince was in a bad mood, so they each did their own thing and obediently didn't bother him.

"Why did Fu Yiwen commit suicide suddenly?" Ye Zhaoling sat beside Rong Zheng. On the way here, he had already heard Yan Tian briefly explain the ins and outs.There have been too many such shady things in the royal family. Ye Zhaoling is not interested in whoever dies, but he has a good impression of Fu Yiwen.

Ye Zhaoling switched the walkie-talkie to his exclusive channel with Rong Zheng, and continued: "As far as I know, the project of amorphous fluid materials he led has the latest results and will be put into application soon."

The advent of amorphous fluid materials is a recent hot news, and major scientific and technological media are rushing to report it. Even Ye Zhaoling, a layman, knows a thing or two.Fu Yiwen has been studying this project for nearly three years, and this moment is what he has been waiting for.If this new type of material can be successfully applied in products, it is bound to set off a new round of technological change in the electronic technology industry.

At that time, not only Fu Yiwen, but also Aurora technology will reach a new level. At that time, Rong Zheng's status in the royal family will be unrivaled.

Rong Zheng withdrew his gaze and said to Ye Zhaoling: "According to his family's part-time worker, Fu Yiwen has been taking antidepressant drugs for a long time."

This is the first conversation between the two in these days, but at this juncture, no one bothers about those trivial matters anymore.

"Do you believe he will commit suicide?" Ye Zhaoling asked.

Rong Zheng turned his head to look forward and said, "We'll talk about it after we get to the scene and understand the specific situation."

The weather is clear today, the visibility in the sky is high, and the plane will soon leave the mountainous area.The outline of the city appeared faintly in front of it, and when viewed from a distance from the plane, this giant city seemed extremely small, giving people the illusion that everything was under control.

Being in such a scene, the pent-up air in the prince's heart dissipated a lot, and the atmosphere in the cabin was finally not as solemn as before. The young girls who just joined the job at the end of last year didn't know who Fu Yiwen was. I took out my phone and took a selfie.

During the rare Chinese New Year, Yan Tian turned a blind eye to the little actions of the girls, but at this moment, the plane suddenly swayed violently, and the fuselage began to tilt to the right.

This change happened so suddenly that the mobile phones in the hands of the girls were shaken and fell to the ground, sliding all the way to the rear of the cabin.

The pilot reacted very quickly, and immediately lowered the collective distance rod to the bottom, temporarily stabilizing the fuselage.

Ye Zhaoling noticed the frequent flashing red lights on the dashboard in the front row, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Rong Zheng stabilized his body and realized that something was wrong, he opened the communication channel of the pilot: "What's going on?"

Before the captain could reply, the plane began to plummet again, and a black smoke came out from the tail.The accompanying attendants panicked for a moment, the cabin panicked, and several short screams came from the public channel.

Amidst the noise of electricity, the voice of the pilot sounded in everyone's earphones: "Our plane suddenly encountered some unexpected situations. Please don't be nervous and stay calm."

Lezhi struggled to look out the window, and asked Yan Tian in a crying voice: "What happened? Is our plane malfunctioning?"

Yan Tian's palms were already covered with cold sweat, he stared nervously at the cab, thinking about countless outcomes in his mind.

But he still said to Lezhi: "Don't talk nonsense, it's just a small problem, and it will be fine soon."

Rong Zheng and Ye Zhaoling looked at each other, neither of them spoke, they both saw worry in each other's eyes.

The pilot manipulated the control stick to adjust the speed, trying to control the helicopter to enter its rotation. At the same time, the co-pilot continued to send signals to the radar control center to communicate the optimal emergency landing plan.

But all of this didn't help, and the plane was still falling sharply.The freedom and equality that human society has been pursuing for tens of thousands of years can only be truly realized in the face of death.

Just a few minutes seemed extremely long. The pilot temporarily cut off the intercom signal in the cab. Amid the huge noise, no one knew what they were talking about.

Ye Zhaoling could tell from the mouth shape of the co-pilot that he seemed to have called "MAYDAY" several times in a row.

In the midst of chaos, the plane landed at an altitude of 500 meters. The captain connected the intercom for the last time and announced the final result: "For unknown reasons, the tail rotor blade of the plane suddenly lost control. We will make an emergency landing on the water! Please Put your head against the back of the seat, hold the sides of the seat with your arms outstretched, and get ready to land!"

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