The Regent is not dead yet

The first gift he received was such a meat bun that beat the dog, Zhu He was in a very unhappy mood on the way back to the palace, and he didn't even feel happy when he sat in the shining and noble golden chariot that he hadn't seen for a long time.

The first emperor died early, and the regent's thoughts towards the crown prince were not so pure. For the past two consecutive years, every Yanrong's birthday in the palace had to hold a big event.

This time, it was time to catch up with His Royal Highness and Crown Prince, and the regent came back from southern Xinjiang on purpose—many people in the palace tried their best to seize the opportunity to win favor in front of the regent, so as to find a future for themselves.

Therefore, when Zhu He went back to the mansion and tidied up a little, and rushed to the palace, his heart was full of vibrancy.

The layout of the palace is much more than that of Yandu streets and alleys. There is also a large stage facing the lotus pond outside Xuanming Hall, and a pink and white fairy peach lamp is eye-catching in the center of the stage.

Zhu He: "..."

Those who don't know may think that Yan Rong's children and grandchildren are full of children and grandchildren, and they will celebrate their [-]th birthday.

Tsk, this cheating child, just think about it and get angry!

Although Hehe has a lot of money, he must not just bear this tone.

Dali often held banquets in the court, and the regent was always the one who came and went like the wind.

He is usually the last to come, and leaves early or late depending on his mood, whether he is happy or unhappy, he can cut a stick or sing a big drama, such as the name of the opera "The Old Master Fu is Angry to Death" and so on.

The golden chariot was parked in front of Xuanming Hall.

Zhu He didn't wear the pure black official robes of the regent kings in the past, but dressed in crimson purple clothes, got down from the chariot proudly, and sat down beside the dragon chair amidst the kneeling worship of the officials.

From time to time, there were whispers in the hall.

Zhu He glanced down and asked doubtfully, "The third prince of Beidi didn't come?"

The prince's seat was just below the regent's, and he stood up respectfully: "The third prince has been ill recently, and he hasn't been out for a long time."

"So frail and sickly, I really worry about this king."

Zhu He almost forgot what Wu Yu looked like, but he had a thick skin, "His Royal Highness, please take care of the third prince, and don't let him feel cold."

Yan Rong was as gentle as ever: "Uncle Huang is relieved, Ziyang understands."

The banquets held by the Dali court were very particular, and the tables and chairs all had specific sizes and specifications. Judging by the figure of an adult man, the height of the tables and chairs was slightly lower, and it was inconvenient to get up.

As tonight's little birthday star, after taking Zhu He back to the mansion, Yan Rong also returned to the palace and changed into an orthodox prince's clothes.

The prince's clothes are rich in embellishments, and the waistline fits well, making his figure look extraordinarily good when he stands up and sits down.

The Dali is respected by purple, and only the royal family who are descended by blood can use it.The pure dark purple is exclusive to the emperor, and the prince's official robe is light purple.

The regent blatantly provoked the imperial power, but no one in the court dared to criticize loudly.

Zhuhe skillfully acted like a demon and said, "What does His Highness think of this king's clothes?"

Yan Rong was silent for a moment, then said softly: "The ones chosen by the emperor are naturally good."

That's what Zhuhe was waiting for, and he immediately said very emphatically, "Then A Rong thinks, does the uncle's body suit you?"

Yan Rong: "..."

After half a year of separation, His Highness the Crown Prince finally cultivated the magic skill of Ninja word, which is indeed a unique skill in the world.

Zhuhe clearly saw that the veins in the little prince's hands were about to burst, but his face didn't change color. He even raised his face and smiled slightly at Zhuhe.

"Naturally it is worthy."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhu He paused for a moment, but couldn't answer immediately.

The blame is to blame Hehe for not having enough experience, not grasping the fire, and underestimating the enemy, and splitting himself all of a sudden.

It's a little embarrassing.

Fortunately, Zhuhe kept his face unpredictable throughout the whole process, and this short awkward split could not be leaked out.

Just as his brain was running fast to prepare his speech, a voice saved him during the banquet.

The voice was extremely clear and clear, it seemed very young, and there was a deep dislike hidden in it.

"The regent's official robe is black, and it may not be appropriate to wear crimson purple."

Zhuhe immediately looked towards his savior, and soon found an unfamiliar face.

To be precise, a strange and good-looking face—unlike the heroic spirit of other men, this face looks a bit feminine, and even the facial features seem to be sculpted in fine brushwork.

From a distance, she looks like a beautiful woman.

It is very in line with Zhuhe's aesthetics.

The only pity was that he was a man, and he was obviously not among the group that went to the outskirts of Yandu to pick him up with His Highness the Crown Prince.

Zhuhe raised the wine glass in front of him, and slowly shook the man: "Beauties always have some privileges with this king, what's your name?"

The man frowned when he heard the name beauty.

Yan Rong said: "Uncle Huang, this is the champion of this year's new division. Now the Ministry of Punishment is serving as the fifth rank, named Shen Muzhi."

"Admiration?"

Zhu He said leisurely, "That's a good name, and I like it. How can such a beauty be in a place like the Ministry of Punishment? In this way, the number one scholar, who is promoted to the fourth rank, will go to Zangshuge to edit classics for me from tomorrow onwards." ?”

Although the fifth grade of punishment is low, it has real power; once it enters the library, it is difficult to have the opportunity to move out.

There was silence in the hall.

Yan Rong gritted her teeth, thought for a long time, and said to Zhu He, "Uncle Emperor..."

"His Royal Highness does not need to intercede for the minister."

Shen Muzhi stood up from the banquet, and met Zhuhe's gaze directly, "A man who wants to go all over the world, where is he not to serve the country. The regent appoints him, and Mu Zhi will report to Zangshu Pavilion tomorrow."

Look how strong the desire to kill the regent is.

Hehe just likes the way you don't like me and can't kill me.

Zhuhe held up the wine cup: "A beauty is worthy of being a beauty, she is obedient and sensible. She is indeed the number one scholar chosen by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself."

The meaning of these words seems to be deeper and deeper.

Zhu He didn't seem to notice the angry eyes in the hall at all, and said with a smile: "I don't want to mention these spoilers. Today is Arong and Guan, and this king has prepared for his birthday for a long time—"

He paused, and slapped his palm, "Come! Bring up the burning knife that this king brought back from southern Xinjiang, and let His Royal Highness see it!"

When all the ministers in the court feel that the regent has committed an unforgivable crime, the regent himself can often dig out one or two new crimes for himself.

It's like filling the prince with wine.

The first emperor's edict gave the regent supreme power.

The prince regent keeps giving, but the prince has to drink constantly.

Except for Shen Muzhi, who held grudges together during the period, blocked a few glasses of wine for Yan Rong, the whole two jars of southern Xinjiang spirits entered the internal organs of His Royal Highness, burning him so dizzy that the hatred in his eyes could hardly be suppressed.

By the time Zhuhe was almost satisfied with his revenge, Yan Rong's face was already pale, and he couldn't even stand still.

The regent waved his hand: "A Rong looks like he is drunk, you go back and serve carefully, if you stumble, the king will not spare you!"

The ministers on the left and right sides and the prince's personal eunuch struggled to help Yan Rong up, and was struggling to walk out, when the regent in the hall said another sentence.

"Is the beauty drunk too? It's okay, I have to go back home, and I happen to give the beauty a ride!"

Minister: "..."

Little eunuch: "..."

They all looked at the prince who was already drunk and unconscious, and felt more and more unworthy for His Royal Highness.

Yandu is located in the southeast, and the climate is not like that of southern Xinjiang. Even though it is already night, the slightest wind still brings warmth.

Along the way, Zhu He chatted with Shen Muzhi a few times, and was going to try to see if he could develop the beauty into his own camp. Although he couldn't live in daily life, it was quite pleasing to see every day.

It's a pity that the beauty didn't buy it, she refused the three consecutive rounds, and stood firm on the little prince.

Zhuhe was hit hard, so he had to give up the plan, reluctantly sent him back to his residence with his non-existent self-cultivation, and planned to go back and find the only soft girl beside him, Kayaner, to complain about his grievances.

However, the golden chariot stopped.

Shen Muzhi seemed to be hesitating for a few seconds, then turned to Zhu He and said, "The Regent...do you want to give me a favor?"

Zhuhe: "?"

Isn't this a must-have term before shooting?

But Hehe didn't like men, so if he went, wouldn't he stare blankly.

Zhuhe was tangled in his heart.

Shen Muzhi said again: "If the King Regent has a wedding, I have decades of osmanthus wine in my house, and I would like to offer it to the King Regent to taste."

Zhuhe: "!"

Zhuhe's heart beat for a second.

Going to southern Xinjiang, apart from milk tea, Zhuhe found that the most appetizing thing was wine.

The wines in this world are not as complex as the ones Zhuhe used to have, most of them are pure brews, and they bring back sweetness after drinking for a long time, and they can also warm the body.

Zhuhe also drank a lot of wine, but he hadn't tasted sweet-scented osmanthus brew yet.

He followed Shen Muzhi into the house.

From Wupin's mansion to the Prince Regent's Mansion, it can be said that there is a sky and an underground, and Shen Muzhi probably doesn't have much money, and there is only one book boy at his side.

Zhuhe lived a life of luxury and luxury every day, and rarely came to such a simple place. He entered the door and said, "beauty, you are too poor. Gai Minger, the king will send you some servants, and this house ..."

Shen Muzhi was dressed in a green shirt, with a corner of his clothes lifted by the night wind, he led Zhuhe into the only hall in the courtyard, and pulled out the chair.

Zhu He: "..."

The fragile bamboo chair seemed vulnerable, and the cranes didn't dare to shake it twice.

For a sip of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing, Hehe really paid too much.

Soon, Shen Muzhi left and returned with a small jar of wine.

The jar is very delicate, with a thin neck and round belly, and rough lines, it seems that it has been buried for some years.

"This wine was originally given by the elders of Weichen's hometown when he was in high school, but he almost stayed in the palace during that time, and this altar of wine has been kept until now."

Shen Muzhi opened the seal of the wine jar, and the aroma of the wine wafted out in an instant.

He took a wine cup: "Please, Regent."

The wine liquid is a faint dark golden color, with a thin layer of dried osmanthus floating on the surface, which looks very good-looking.

People and cranes have different paths, and Zhu He never worried about others poisoning him, so he raised his glass boldly and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine is good wine, but it is a little bit sweet, and it feels a little girly.

Zhuhe smashed his mouth and put the wine glass back: "Not bad."

Shen Muzhi poured another glass, looked at the person in front of him with Youyou's eyes, and said in a calm tone: "This wine is strong, the regent should not drink too much."

Zhu He drank another cup.

After drinking three cups in a row, Zhuhe's movements obviously slowed down.

Shen Muzhi pushed the wine glass in front of Zhu He: "Does the regent want to drink again?"

Zhuhe shook his head slightly, as if he was a little confused, he raised his hand after a while, but he didn't receive the wine glass for a long time.

Shen Muzhi held Zhu He's hand and put the wine cup into his hand.

It was rare for Zhuhe to hesitate. He sat on the bamboo chair and thought for a while: "This king seems to be a little drunk..."

Shen Muzhi asked: "Really?"

The tails of Zhuhe's long and narrow eyes flicked up, and he drank the wine in one gulp: "Nonsense, nonsense! I won't get drunk after a thousand cups! The capacity for alcohol is the best in the world!"

Shen Muzhi: "..."

With a gloomy expression on his face, he stretched out his hand to take back the wine cup in Zhu He's hand.

Skin contact is unavoidable in the process of scrambling. At this moment, Qiuhu is running amok, but Zhuhe's fingertips are so cold that they are not alive.

Shen Muzhi frowned, put the wine glass back on the table, and asked, "Where is the regent hiding in the edict of the late emperor?"

The alcohol gradually emerged from the regent's eyes, and the reckless and merciless eyes in the past were now moist with moisture, appearing docile and harmless.

Shen Muzhi asked again: "Where is the edict of the late emperor?"

Zhuhe curled his lips and laughed.

When he smiled, the tear moles in the corners of his eyes seemed to be dancing, making people unable to look away.

Not answered.

Shen Muzhi changed the question again: "Where is the other half of the tiger talisman left by the late emperor?"

The candlelight in the house is not as grand and bright as the Regent's Palace.

Zhu He sat obediently on the chair, neither moving his hands or feet, nor being as domineering as usual.

The corners of his mouth curled up a little, as if he was still a bit greedy for wine, the tip of his red tongue lightly licked his lips, raised his eyes and said, "Osmanthus stuffed."

Shen Muzhi: "..."

Shen Muzhi leaned forward slightly, keeping his eyes on Zhu He's eye level: "Don't the Prince Regent love the Crown Prince very much? For His Royal Highness, the Prince Regent is also unwilling to tell where the Tiger Talisman is?"

Zhuhe blinked, looking at Shen Mozhi with beautiful and moving eyes, and didn't answer for a long time.

a long time.

Shen Muzhi's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he stood up abruptly: "The regent is drunk, I told him to wait outside—"

The bamboo chair behind him was overturned carelessly and fell to the ground with a loud creaking sound.

Shen Muzhi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly turned around to look, but saw Zhu He standing up while supporting the table, shaking a few times as if he was unsteady, and then rushed forward as if he couldn't control his figure.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, and took the person who was rushing straight towards him into his arms.

The regent in his arms seemed to be very drunk, he supported the person with his hands weakly and touched the mess, and finally managed to find a more comfortable position, and said softly: "This king... I don't like the prince."

Zhuhe hugged the man's neck, breathing hot breath into Shen Muzhi's ears, "There are too many people who like the little prince...just like this king, he is too childish, brat, pretending to be mature, tsk .”

Shen Muzhi: "..."

Zhuhe paused, and said, "Beauty, this king likes you."

Shen Muzhi: "..."

Zhu He let go of the hand hooked on his shoulder, and his fingertips caught off guard and slid across the man's chin.

He half leaned against Shen Muzhi's arms, as if he suddenly thought of something, he frowned in annoyance: "But this king doesn't like your dick... Well, this king cut it off for you, why don't you follow this king?" ?”