The Regent is not dead yet

The Prince Regent's conquest is a major event, and all the ministers and the prince should come to see him off.

of course.

Even if Yan Rong didn't take the initiative to come, Zhu He's annoying personality who wanted to find something to do would have to find a way to sneak him over.

There is nothing special that needs to be explained, I just want to have fun.

So Zhu He did not hesitate to send someone to the palace at midnight last night.

First wake up the prince in the East Palace, and then wake up the third prince of Beidi who is temporarily staying in the palace, and inhumanely order the two to report to the Regent's Palace on time and on time tomorrow morning.

Zhang Ping, who was sent to buy candied haws, left full of resentment.

Yan Rong and Wu Yu rushed over with their respective people.

Two precious horses stopped in front of the Prince Regent's Mansion. The two horses had very different temperaments, but they were one of a thousand in terms of appearance and figure, and they looked very pleasing to the eye.

Zhuhe couldn't help singing a song "Taiwan pole" in his heart, applauding the rapid development of the relationship between the two.

You know, in the original text, Wu Yu's approval rate has always been very high. After all, he and Yan Rong are both young people who have no ambitions and grow up in the world. The two love each other and kill each other.

Zhuhe even remembers that his keeper at the zoo was cutting salmon for him while holding a knife and praying for the author to let his banyan and yuyuhe.

It can be said to be very sincere.

Seeing this situation, Zhu He was very pleased.

Young people need space to fall in love these days, and it's not an option for him to stay in Yandu all the time.

Although Zhuhe thinks he is not a good person, he can't stop the handsome guys from falling in love freely.

Otherwise, where would I go to watch the show of the Shura field slashing love?

In addition to 31 resplendent and magnificent carriages, six hundred guards from the palace also set out together with the regent. The heavy armor on each of them was new and heavy, and there was an aura of wealth from top to bottom of the palace.

Zhu He sighed the lonely air, walked down the high steps at the villain's pace, glanced at Yan Rong and Wu Yu: "Come?"

Yan Rong and Wu Yu bowed together to salute.

Zhuhe was bitchy: "Did you meet on the road?"

Wu Yudao: "When I was leaving the palace, I happened to meet His Highness the Crown Prince, so they came together."

Zhuhe said with satisfaction: "That's right, Ziyang has a good reputation in Dali. Since you are here to study in Dali, you should communicate with the prince more and make progress together."

Wu Yu said: "What the regent said is exactly."

Zhuhe turned around: "This king is going to the southern border, and he is very concerned about the crown prince. So, Ziyang, you write a letter from home to this king on the [-]th of every month."

Yan Rong: "..."

Zhu He added: "The number of words in each letter should not be less than five thousand."

Yan Rong: "..."

The little prince's brows were tightly furrowed for a moment, and then he replied: "Uncle Huang has worked so hard on this trip, I just know."

Zhu He bent his lips and said frivolously: "So, then the emperor will wait for A Rong's handwritten letter in southern Xinjiang."

After being a demon again, the showman finally got the candied haws he had been thinking about. The crystal candy and clear red fruits are neatly skewered on wooden sticks, which looks very exciting.

Although it was early in the morning, Zhang Ping was still sweating.

He handed the candied haws to De Zhuang, and couldn't bear to ask: "The time has passed, can the regent leave?"

"sure."

I don't know if it was cold or what happened, Zhuhe ordered the servants of the palace to fetch him a cloak and put it on.

The new cloak was no thicker than fox fur, but there was a circle of pure white fur around his neck, which made the mole at the corner of his eye more attractive.

Zhu He tugged at the strap of the cloak casually, without even looking at Yan Rong and Wu Yu, got into the car swiftly, and said, "Command down, let's go."

Thanks to the good publicity, no one in Yandu, from a first-rank minister to a homeless man, knew that the regent's carriage would pass through the main street and head for southern Xinjiang in a mighty way.

However, along the way, the convoy of the Prince Regent's Mansion circled the entire Yandu for a week, but did not find a single commoner who came to see him off.

Not only that, every house on Yandu Street closed their doors, as if the King of Hades was about to go on a tour, and he would be taken away if he showed his head.

Zhu He: "..."

Hehe was really sad.

The disheartened Zhuhe sadly bit off the last candied haws, and sadly said to Dezhuang who was accompanying him: "Xiao Dezi, tell me the truth, is Yandu like this when the little prince is out on tour?" ?”

Dezhuang: "..."

Dezhuang looked at Zhuhe in fear.

Zhuhe said: "This king promises not to cut people's sticks."

De Zhuang said silently: "The prince is on tour...it will be better."

Zhuhe: "What's a good way?"

De Zhuang's voice was thinner: "There are more people watching the prince..."

Zhuhe: "How much?"

De Zhuang: "It's too big to stand on the street."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe broke the wooden stick into two pieces in a vicissitudes of life: "Dezhuang, what does this king look like?"

De Zhuang probed: "My lord... his appearance is peerless, and it is widely spread among the people."

Zhuhe said: "Which one is the king or the crown prince..."

Forget it.

Even if it took Hehe's life, Hehe would not accept it.

It is even more impossible for him to be as gentle and refined as the little prince, who is famous all over the world.

It's still so vicious.

Fierce is pretty good.

Ok.

Very good, no traffic jams.

Zhu He has always had an excellent way to adjust his mentality, and soon he convinced himself, and unpacked two packs of snacks, opened the beaded curtain to see the scenery, and played with De Zhuang.

Soon the convoy arrived at the outskirts of Yandu, and was about to move on when the first car stopped suddenly.

As soon as the leading car stops, the ones behind will naturally follow suit.

De Zhuang got out of the car to see the situation, and then said to Zhu He: "My lord, you are from Xuanji Pavilion."

Zhuhe was at a loss: "What are you doing?"

De Zhuang carefully considered his words before walking into Zhuhe's side: "Prince Regent, Xuanji Pavilion is the place where Mr. Xiang was in charge of accounting before he was imprisoned. The man said that Mr. Xiang has a letter for you." .”

"letter?"

Zhuhe had just finished tormenting the little prince with a [-]-word essay, and he couldn't help being alert when he heard the words, "Mr. Xiang..."

De Zhuang said: "You asked about it in the palace before, the imprisoned master."

Zhu He: "..."

To be honest, he is a monster, he really has a different path from the Buddha, and he has no idea of ​​dealing with it.

So Zhuhe thought for a second and decided to let Dezhuang send him away.

Who would have thought that the man would be so stubborn that he would stand in front of the carriage frame, forcing Zhu He to accept the letter before leaving.

One car and one person confronted each other for a long time, Zhuhe couldn't run over him in front of so many people, so he had to ask Dezhuang to accept the letter.

When the curtains are opened.

Zhuhe glanced out by the way, and saw that the monk beside the car was dressed in pure white robes, his facial features were upright and handsome, and his brows and eyes were peaceful.

The eyes of the two collided.

The monk clasped his hands together and made a Buddhist salute to the cranes.

Zhu He: "..."

All the hairs on Zhu He's body stood on end, and he immediately closed the curtain.