The Regent is not dead yet

All demons in the world are probably afraid of bald men who recite scriptures.

The convoy moved forward for a long time.

After all the cranes knocked out a pack of crab cucumber seeds, they twisted their necks like a corpse: "Xiao Dezi, have you seen what a bald man looks like?"

Dezhuang's tea-making hands trembled slightly, he shook his head and whispered, "Never. It is said that Mr. Xiang never sees outsiders."

Zhu He snorted: "I guess he is too ugly to be seen by others."

Dezhuang: "..."

Fortunately, Dezhuang has gradually gotten used to Zhuhe's inaction, and he can still think of unfinished things while he is suffocated.

He took out the envelope from his sleeve: "My lord, this letter from Mr. Xiang..."

"Oh, almost forgot."

Zhuhe took the letter from Dezhuang's hand.

The envelope is plain and looks very simple, only the brocade pattern on it shows that it is made in the palace.When you get close, you can still smell a faint sandalwood.

Zhuhe tore open the seal with two rough hands, pulled out the letter paper inside, turned it over, and casually said to De Zhuang: "Hey, do you know how to play things?"

Dezhuang: "..."

Dezhuang numbly shook his head again.

Zhuhe had no choice but to fold them himself.

Although the letter paper is not a neat square, Zhu He has always had amazing talent and patience in eating, drinking and having fun.

Soon, an origami of east, west, north, south appeared vividly in Zhuhe's hands.

Zhu He threw the origami paper to De Zhuang, and then crossed his legs and swayed, thinking about a wicked idea: "Write and sing a little song for the south, and write for the north... well, write a dance. Keep it simple, just write the east." Let's have an impromptu martial arts show."

Dezhuang: "..."

De Zhuang finished writing in fear, put the origami back on the table, and waited tremblingly aside.

Then Zhuhe said, pointing to the outside of the carriage with satisfaction: "Okay, go and call Zhang Ping, I want to play games with him."

As a messenger soldier who was temporarily transferred, Zhang Ping felt that he had returned to the court with an extremely heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

However, along the way, Zhang Ping wished he could eat the military order he had when he came here.

Although it is a long way from Yandu to Southern Xinjiang, as long as you travel day and night and choose a shortcut, you can reach it in two months at most.

And the King Regent's frame not only does not avoid the towns and cities, but also stimulates the crowd, and eats, plays, and strolls along the way. After eating one city, he eats the next...

Even the Land of Fireworks and Pingshulou have been there dozens of times!

It is well known in the world that the Prince Regent has a vicious character and treats the people like ants.

Therefore, after leaving Yandu, almost no one could recognize Zhu He dressed as a rich man.

Then the cranes were able to swagger through the market like a fish in water, spend a lot of money and spend a lot of money.

Not only do you have to take care of the business of many restaurants, but you also have to sit down and talk with Hualou Huakui at night, and you can even talk about storytelling with Pingshulou as brothers and sisters, sharing small secrets in the Bagua Palace.

When No.80 heard Zhuhe and the old man who talked about storytelling eight times debate whether the little prince's first night was given to the servant girl, the war god Lou Cang, or the regent——

Zhang Ping wished he could stab the regent to death with a sword, and cut off that extremely vicious mouth that slandered his general's innocence!

that's it.

Three months later, when the regent finally came to the front line, Zhang Ping, who was originally a fierce spirit, had already lost weight rapidly.

The regent's [-]-car loads of belongings had changed all the way when he set off, and when he arrived at the Dali Army's garrison, the [-]-car loads were still full, complete with everything to eat, drink and play.

Zhang Ping disappeared as soon as he entered the camp, and it was General Lou Cang's deputy who invited Zhu He into the commander's tent.

The deputy commander is obviously more talkative than Zhang Ping, with a baby face and eyes full of smiles: "My lord traveled a long distance and worked hard, but the general went to patrol the camp and came back at night. If the regent doesn't mind, he can take a rest in the tent now and wait The general will clean up the dust for you when he comes back."

At a glance, Zhu He felt that the lieutenant general was not as fun as Zhang Ping, so he asked regretfully, "What's for dinner then?"

The deputy marshal was stunned for a moment, and looked at the sky: "It's not time to eat in the army, if the prince is hungry, the general will ask the cook to open a fire for the prince alone now?"

Zhuhe can be strong even if he is unreasonable: "Okay. I have brought all the food I need to eat, and I will stew the bastard for me first. It is too cold in southern Xinjiang, so I need to make up for it."

Deputy Marshal: "..."

The smile on the deputy commander's face froze for a while, before he paused, he said: "The last general obeys."

Zhuhe walked around in the main tent, finally chose the middlemost seat and sat down, thought for a while and said: "By the way, the king also brought some meat, and you let the kitchen cook it together, and give it to the soldiers tonight." Let's have meat."

The deputy commander laughed again: "I will appreciate the kindness of the prince. It's just that the food in the army must be ordered by the general, otherwise the soldiers can't eat it. Let's talk about it when the general comes back."

Zhuhe was a little surprised: "So obedient?"

The deputy commander clasped his fists: "It is the nature of 'Goshawk' to obey orders, and I hope the regent will understand."

Zhu He: "..."

OK.

Anyway, it's not that he doesn't have meat to eat.

It's clearly the season of spring, but the southern border is still bleak.

Looking around, there are only the unmelted snow mang and the endless plateau.

When the first emperor passed away, the military power of Dali was divided into two, one half was the imperial forest army commanding Yandu and ordinary soldiers recruited every year, and the other half was the "Goshawk" controlled by Lou Cang.

Zhu He is not prepared to shine in this world, so he is not interested in fighting with each other.

Night fell very early in southern Xinjiang, and the brazier in the main tent was lit early.

It's a pity that this tent is just a tent after all, and I always feel that there is air leaking from all sides, and it is still not warm enough after adding a brazier several times.

Zhuhe had eaten, added fox fur, and added a big cloak over the fox fur, and shivered a few times after being shivered by the cold, finally set his sights on the bed behind the screen.

The bed is not big, the bedding is neat and looks clean.

The deputy commander had already retreated from the tent, and there were only a few soldiers who looked like child laborers left in the tent.

Zhuhe lazily said: "Xiao Dezi, go and open the bed for this king, and then move some braziers over there."

Dezhuang took the order.

Just as he was about to go behind the screen, a soldier stopped him: "This is the general's bed, other people must not touch it."

Zhuhe sat on the main seat in the center, squinting his eyes lightly: "This king seems to belong to this king, why, you want to resist the order?"

"My subordinates dare not."

The little soldier's movements didn't change, he insisted on blocking De Zhuang from passing.

Zhu He bent his lips: "I don't dare to look at you."

Several soldiers in the tent looked serious.

Zhu He walked down from the main seat in person, went to the screen, but was also stopped.

Another soldier said: "The regent might as well wait for the general to come back to discuss it."

Zhuhe raised his eyebrows slightly: "You told me to wait for him to come back, and I will wait for him to come back. What are you?"

After all, the soldiers were young and energetic, and they had known the regent's notoriety for a long time, so their faces turned ugly for a while: "...Please be careful with your words and deeds, the regent."

"Whoa-!"

Zhu He pulled out one of the soldiers' sabers with his backhand, and in a blink of an eye it was firmly placed on the soldier's neck.

He tilted his head, the hazy yellow light in the tent made the tear mole at the corner of Zhu He's eyes extraordinarily eerie.

"You are very courageous. No one in this world dares to teach this king to be cautious in his words and deeds."

The sword edge in Zhu He's hand drew a bloodstain on the soldier's neck.

He smiled softly, and said in a warm voice, "It's just that, this king also wants to teach you what it means to resist an edict—"

A long sword shining with silver light came obliquely from behind.

With a flick of the sword, there was an ear-piercing clang, and the long knife in Zhuhe's hand was thrown from the soldier's neck.

Maybe it's a matter of strength, or maybe it's the angle of the impact that bounces off.

I saw that the sword glow turned around and charged at the cranes with a strong killing intent.

These actions happened almost instantly, and the soldiers in the tent didn't even have time to react.

And when the distance between the tip of the sword and the cranes was only an inch——

Zhuhe raised his hand calmly and unhappily, with a cage of fingertips, he stopped the sword firmly.

Then he stepped aside, folded his arms and turned around.

A man dressed in black armor was standing in front of the tent, he lifted the black scabbard of his left hand, and put the long sword back into the sheath.

The man looked very young, his complexion was not as pampered and fair, but a strong wheat color, even if he was wearing black armor, he could tell that his shoulders were broad, his waist was narrow, his legs were long.

Compared with the little prince who has been in Yandu for a long time, this man's facial features have a strong sense of oppression, and there is a faint smell of blood.

There was no smile on the man's face, he opened his mouth and said, "The Regent respects himself."

Zhuhe didn't feel nervous about being stabbed to death by the sword at all, and he was as steady as an old dog: "General Lou was joking, this king just wants to sleep in your bed, and he doesn't want to sleep with your person, how can he not respect himself?"

Lou Cang handed the saber to the lieutenant general, walked in, and glanced at Zhu He: "Innocent killing is not allowed in the army."

Zhuhe raised his eyebrows: "Oh, according to the general, how should the punishment be for resisting the decree?"

Lou Cang had no expression on his face: "Three months of fine."

Zhuhe clicked his tongue, and didn't say whether he was satisfied or not, but glanced at the bed behind the screen again: "After all, the general's couch in this building is indeed more expensive than other people's gold. It's even harder for girls who haven't left the cabinet."

In Zhu He's words, the word "Shang" had a somewhat subtle meaning.

Lou Cang stopped in his tracks.

Zhuhe, General Lou should be a little more aggressive - you are afraid that the king will be unfavorable to the prince in the court, so you try to get me here, and you will meet with swords as soon as you meet again. "

"But these kings didn't bother with you."

Zhuhe took a sip of his tea, and immediately put his cup aside in bitterness, "Young man, if you want to kill this king, the methods just now are too tender. This person is alive, and he can only achieve great things if he can bend and stretch. What does the general think?"

Lou Cang: "..."

Lou Cang looked at Zhuhe deeply, and paused for a moment: "Your Highness has a high opinion, and he will not be taught."

He turned around and walked out of the tent: "Order someone to quickly clean out the main tent, and it will be used exclusively by the regent king from now on."