The Regent is not dead yet

The 39th year of the calendar

winter.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month, full moon.

After all, it is a good day that only comes once a year. Even though the news of famine in Jiangbei has spread to Yandu several times, in this rare festival, the capital of the Dali Dynasty still looks lively and prosperous.

There is no curfew on the Lantern Festival, and all kinds of lanterns are lit.Even in the middle of the night, it is reflected like daytime.

The people who are reunited can make a few tables, and it is inevitable to chat a few gossips when they are drunk.

"Let me tell you, this one in the palace is really... the fireworks exploded for almost two hours just now, and the late emperor was not as extravagant as he was when he was in power."

"What is this? How much money and lives have been spent on the palace he has been cultivating in the past two years? Plus that temper, alas..."

"It's bitter! I heard from a brother who works in the palace that Zongdi's only seedling is very sad now."

"It's also the old emperor's stupidity! Before he died, he issued the last edict of Lao Shizi, saying that the crown prince is young and can only ascend the throne after three years. Isn't this just an opportunity for King Li to take advantage of it?!"

"Who knows if it's a rumor, it's said that King Li is this..." The speaker tugged on his cuffs and lowered his voice, "He even fell in love with the little prince, trying to use all means to make the little prince Yan a pet, it's really absurd! "

"Brother Xian, don't say any more! If this is spread, it will be used to punish the Nine Clans!"

"Stop talking, stop talking! Drink! Watch the fireworks and light them up again! It's such a beautiful thing to be the regent..."

……

Immortals cannot be immortals.

Zhuhe has never heard of any god who can wear books, and even turned into a regent who twirls and jumps on the death line every day with his eyes closed.

God knows, he closed and opened his eyes, and came to this place from a well-performed National Wildlife Park.

Not only was his favorite TV, movie, and variety show gone, but he was so lucky to find that here was a book about buying stocks that was read by the little girl who used to be his full-time breeder.

And the Regent he's wearing doesn't even have one of those strands.

Not only was it not, the King Li in the book, because of his long-term struggle on the front line of death, ended up being the worst in the book. He was directly encircled and suppressed by all the stocks, and there was not even a scum left.

Zhu He: "..."

Why did He He suffer all this! ?

He is the last noble, elegant, dignified and beautiful black crane in the world who has not ascended. He just wants to cheat, eat and drink in the National Wildlife Park, and bully those ordinary gray cranes that have not yet developed their intelligence.

Ah!

What did He He do wrong! ?

He misses his keeper, his salmon and tuna, and his phone and tablet.

Zhuhe lay face up on the bed, and shook his body twice vigorously, but failed to transform himself from human form back to his real body.

To be more precise, since he came here, he has not been able to change back.

Zhu He was extremely depressed.

And this mood became even more depressed after the attendant knocked on the door cautiously and reminded him tremblingly: "My lord...my lord, the time has come, it's time to go to the palace banquet."

Even the personal servants are so afraid of him, which shows how bad the regent is.

Zhu He stood up straight, tried hard to recall the coquettish operations of his character in the book, and finally felt that the general situation was over, but instead showed a kind of calmness like an old dog.

He asked the attendant to come in to change his clothes, and he stood there for a while, looking at the attendant with a little bit of the kindness he had seen the breeder before: "How old is this year?"

As soon as the little attendant stopped his hands, he could see his whole body trembling through his clothes: "Back... If you go back to the prince, the young one will be ten or fifteen this year."

"The same age as the prince."

Probably because he was also used to being served in the wild animal park, Zhuhe stretched out his hand cooperatively, "What's your name?"

The attendant panicked even more, and said in a trembling voice, "Small, the young one's name is Dezhuang."

Zhuhe: "?"

Zhuhe's thoughts went astray, and he said casually, "Could it be that your brother's name is Xiaolongkan?"

The servant froze.

In the next second, the attendant knelt down in front of Zhuhe with a "kick" sound, kowtowed several times, and blood oozed from his forehead immediately: "Please forgive me, my lord! There is only one young person in this small family, no brothers! Please!" The prince spares my life!"

Zhu He: "..."

There is no need to apologize with death if you don't have brothers.

Zhuhe, who had been completely murdered by his reputation, once again felt the loneliness of not being able to communicate normally, he sighed: "Forget it...it's good to be called Dezhuang, let's go."

The Prince Regent's Mansion is not far from the Imperial Palace, occupying a piece of land in the upper reaches of Yandu. It is said that Emperor Zong personally built it for King Li during his reign, just to make it easier for King Li to enter and exit the palace.

Before the old emperor passed away, he not only ordered Wang Li, a different surname, to be the regent of the prison country, but also bestowed a golden chariot with the same respect as the emperor, which was carried by 16 people.

The brazier in the chariot was in full swing, the cranes were dressed in white fox fur, leaned lazily on the soft bed, entered the palace gate unimpeded, and only bent down from the chariot in front of the Xuanming Hall, in a pompous manner.

In an instant, the Xuanming Hall was completely kneeling down.

Zhuhe sat down in a very good mood, and said slowly: "Is everyone here? Why didn't you see the prince?"

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

An old man with gray hair and beard supported the banquet table and got up: "My lord, the prince's injury has not healed yet, so I can't come here. I hope the lord will be happy."

Zhuhe squinted his eyes, and then remembered that the little prince was given a whip by himself a few days ago... Bah, he was given a whip by the original owner, and he probably won't be able to get out of bed yet.

What an unlucky boy.

The three-year period of the first emperor's edict had not yet come, and the crown prince was unable to ascend the throne, and the dragon chair was hanging vacant, which made it appear that the regent's seat next to the dragon chair was high above.

Zhuhe didn't have the tyranny of the regent in the book, but he didn't have the emotional likes and dislikes of ordinary people either.

He picked up the Dragon Well on the table and took a sip, reasoning based on the long-term human observation experience in the zoo, and said calmly and generously: "Oh, it doesn't matter. After the banquet is over, the king will go and see him in person."

I don't know if it was Zhuhe's illusion, but as soon as these words came out, the Xuanming Hall became even more silent.

The ministers kneeling in the hall looked at each other, their expressions were not very good-looking.

It's a pity that Zhu He was born not of the same kind as them, and he didn't remember the details of the plot in the book.

He waved his hands in a dignified way: "Okay, all my lords, get up. It's a rare palace banquet, everyone..."

"His Royal Highness, the old minister has something to say!"

In the middle of the conversation, Zhuhe was interrupted by the white-haired old man who had just spoken for the prince.

The regent has ruled the government for two years, and few people call him by the title bestowed by the late emperor.

Seeing that the man was also standing at the front among the officials, Zhuhe probably had a considerable title, so he waved to the attendants beside him: "Dezhuang, come here."

The servant who followed Zhu He for the first time turned pale with fright: "My lord, my lord..."

Zhuhe's eyes were benevolent and he lowered his voice: "This king has a bad temper these days, tell me, who is that person?"

De Zhuang didn't dare to guess what the regent was thinking: "My lord, it's Mr. Tai Tuo."

Zhuhe sat back knowingly.

It turned out to be the Prince Taifu.

Those eight achievements are the reserve members who will work with the little prince in the future.

Zhu He cast a glance at the old man indifferently: "Please, Grand Tutor."

The Taifu's table is leaning against a dragon pillar in the hall, he is probably old, and he helped the dragon pillar when he stood upright. The official robe on his body hasn't been changed for a long time, and he can see it from a distance. Block patch traces.

The old matriarch stood quite upright, with a solemn expression, and raised his hands tremblingly: "The late emperor's decree, Li Wang Zhuhe should serve the crown prince wholeheartedly, be close to the virtuous and far away from sycophants, and take the responsibility of the people of the world, is it right?"

Zhuhe: "?"

How can a cannon fodder have such lofty ambitions, it shouldn't be.

There was a crooked smile on Zhuhe's lips: "Why don't the Taifu speak up?"

The palace lanterns from all over the place illuminated the Xuanming Hall brightly.

And Zhuhe sat in a sea of ​​colorful palace lanterns, his eyebrows and eyes were even more bewitching than the colorful lights.

The ministers of His Royal Highness gradually became silent, and it seemed that some ministers who had good friends with the Taifu said something.

The old lady climbed up to the banquet table tremblingly with her skinny body, and stood upright swaying left and right, with tears in her eyes on her wrinkled face.

He raised his neck and his voice was hoarse: "The emperors of the Dali Dynasty have spirits! Today, the old minister wants to admonish Wang Li for his infidelity, unkindness, and filial piety. He is ashamed of his ancestors and the people of the people. He disturbs the prosperity of the people and the misfortune of the country." !"

Zhuhe: "?"

Zhu He put down the teacup in his hand, pointed to a little eunuch: "Bring a chair for the Taifu, don't fall at such an old age."

The little eunuch dared not to listen to the regent, so he immediately grabbed a stool and ran to the Taifu's table.

ran to the front.

The old lady Fu said sharply: "Don't come here!"

Then the old matriarch turned his gaze: "Prince Li Zhuhe, in front of the spirit of the former emperor today, are you willing to issue an edict to sin against yourself?"

Zhuhe: "?"

What is the crime?Have not heard.

Zhuhe looked at the old lady Fu as if he was looking at the second fool.

The Taifu poked his neck: "Come on...Come on! The world is filthy, the prince is in trouble, the people are suffering, the regent is unkind, the old minister is guilty... guilty!"

He turned around as if death was at home: "At this point, I hope that Emperor Liezong will appear, eliminate the calamity of King Li, and protect the peace of the court... I am ashamed to be the teacher of the prince because of the love of the late emperor! I can only recommend Xuanyuan with blood!"

Before Zhuhe could react, he saw someone slam into the dragon pillar in the hall.

Zhu He: "Hey wait..."

The poor old lady had poor bones, probably because of a slip on her foot, she didn't hit a pillar, but fell under the table in large characters, fell all over, and was unconscious.

Reserve member of the Prince's Think Tank -1.

Zhu He: "..."

Fortunately, he has been trained not to laugh easily.

Zhu He covered his lips and coughed twice, and said to De Zhuang beside him, "Hurry up and help the Grand Tutor up, and call the imperial doctor to take a look."

The imperial doctor came soon, after pondering Zhuhe's expressions several times, he still couldn't tell whether the regent wanted to make people die or not. In addition, other courtiers in the palace kept urging them, so they had to pinch people and pour soup and medicine alternately.

A palace banquet ended in embarrassment.

Zhu He was impatient and continued to spend his time, humming a little tune and going back to the Prince Regent's Mansion before the old lady woke up.

It was midnight in a blink of an eye.

After taking a comfortable hot bath, Zhu He added a few exquisite snacks for supper, and then leisurely changed into loose white single clothes and prepared to go to bed.

Before the lights were turned off, there was a rustling sound coming from outside.

Immediately, Dezhuang's voice rang softly: "My lord, are you asleep?"

Zhu He didn't like the breeder disturbing him when he was resting at all, so he said with all his back, "What's the matter?"

De Zhuang's tone was trembling: "Too... His Royal Highness came down and said... I have something to say to you personally."

Zhuhe had long forgotten what he said at the palace banquet that he was going to meet the little prince.

He swayed his feet and said casually: "Okay, then let him come in directly, the king is on the bed."

The strong wind howled outside the door.

De Zhuang took advantage of the moonlight to look at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince standing aside, and felt that his body was covered with winter frost, so cold that he had no vitality.

His jet-black hair was raised along with the black veil, revealing a handsome pale face under the bamboo hat.

That is really a heavenly appearance.

De Zhuang thought of the rumors in the market and what he knew, and couldn't bear it: "His Royal Highness..."

People have opened the door and walked in.

The cold air outside the house immediately followed Yan Rong.

Zhu He frowned, and said unceremoniously: "Close the door for me, come into the inner room."

The sound of the wind was quickly blocked outside.

The footsteps stopped.

Zhu He tore his clothes casually, turned over and got out of bed.

The young man standing in front of the screen took off his bamboo hat and froze for a long while under Zhu He's presumptuous gaze, before softening abruptly and bowing: "Yan Rong has seen the emperor's uncle."

The voice is quite pleasant, but it is estimated that there are injuries on the body, and the manners are crooked.

Zhuhe yawned, and fell down on the beauty's couch: "Forget it, what's the matter with the emperor?"

Young and energetic, Yan Rong couldn't hold back his killing intent and looked down at Zhu He, but only saw the moonlight streaming down from the window lattice, sprinkled on his open skirt, and then submerged into the deeper shadows.

Yan Rong was stunned for a while, forgetting to say something.

Zhu He raised his eyebrows and showed a puzzled expression.

Yan Rong lowered his head again, his eyelids trembled in humiliation, and he said after a long time: "The matter that the emperor uncle mentioned earlier... Gu agreed, please don't embarrass Master Taifu again."

Zhuhe: "?"

What the hell?

Zhu He was confused.

But Yan Rong thought that Zhuhe felt that this was not enough for him, so he took a deep breath and pulled off the thin single clothes on his body suddenly: "Gu Shuo! I wish to serve the emperor with my body, and I hope that the emperor will spare those innocent people." Courtiers!"

Zhuhe: "!!!"

Hehe is not.

Hehe didn't.