The Regent is not dead yet

Since the reign of the Prince Regent, a steady stream of special tributes from all over the world have been moved into the Palace of the Prince Regent.

Everything in the mansion is exquisite from the lamp eaves and beads to the food and clothing. Even the ordinary maids are dressed in Jiangnan silk.

The King Regent's master bedroom was even more extravagant. The glass cup on the ebony table next to the beauty's bed alone was already invaluable, and there was actually a water-blue night pearl in that glass cup.

And this moment.

Yan Rong's face like a crown of jade, the half-faded white clothes on her body, the shiny skin under the thin white clothes, and the undulating chest because of shame or anger——

All of them were presented in front of the cranes under the faint light of the night pearl.

Zhu He: "..."

Zhu He was stunned by this sudden operation of "revealing the clothes to see the king", and moved his eyes unnaturally for a while, and then turned his eyes back after a while.

Fortunately, Yan Rong herself was also very awkward, she lowered her head and didn't look at Zhuhe's side, her slender and pale fingers were tightly grasping the corners of her clothes, her whole figure was like a small sapling trembling in the wind, she really looked like a sapling. Poor and miserable.

Suddenly, Zhu He felt that he had the upper hand, sitting proudly on the beauty's couch, he took a leisurely look at the young man from the beginning.

The light of the night pearl illuminated every inch of the little prince's clothes extremely clearly.

Although the boy's figure has been raised a lot, it is still a bit thin, especially the unhealed whip wound on his shoulder, which looks extremely ferocious on the jade-like skin.

Looking at it, Yan Rong's whole body turned pink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When Zhuhe cheated on eating and drinking at the National Wildlife Park, he also took a few peeks at the little yellow book of the full-time breeder. All the recipients on it are talented, rough here and tight there.

This is probably the self-cultivation of the subjects in the book.

As the protagonist, Yan Rong doesn't know if there is anything special about him.

As a black crane, the cranes are actually not very interested in what humans look like.

But seeing Yan Rong's whole body pink now, Zhuhe rarely aroused a little limited curiosity, and sat up slightly: "Pull the clothes down again."

Yan Rong trembled all over, and looked up at Zhuhe in disbelief.

Zhuhe leaned forward with great interest: "Look at the chicken?"

Yan Rong immediately turned pale.

He clenched his fingers tightly on the hem of his clothes, and his lips trembled violently. After a while, he said in a low voice, as if he wanted to kill Zhu He with hatred and patience: "...well... "

As soon as he said that, he stretched his hand down.

This feeling of resistance, even if Zhuhe is unreasonable, he can understand that other children are not willing to show it to him: "Come on, don't drag it."

Yan Rong froze for a moment, then stopped moving.

Zhu He slanted down on the beauty's couch, squinted his eyes and didn't know what to plan, and cast his eyes on Yan Rong again.

He has been a crane for hundreds of years, living a reckless life. He has seen hundreds of thousands of people, if not millions.

From Zhu He's point of view, although Yan Rong's face and figure can be regarded as excellent, but she is too young and lacks a little... charm.

In short, Hehe was not interested.

And he didn't think that he would stay in this book forever, playing games with stock players who love their brains.

Zhu He leaned on the beauty's couch, raised his eyes and glanced lazily at Yan Rong, and sighed lightly: "You are the Crown Prince who said that you want to serve the king with your body, but now you are not willing to let this king play tricks on you."

Bored, he pointed at the door: "Since His Royal Highness is so precious, the Regent's Palace may not be able to accommodate your big Buddha, please go back."

Yan Rong obviously didn't expect Zhuhe to let him go so easily, and before he could relax, he tried again: "Then Taifu..."

Zhu He bent his lips and smiled: "The Tai Tuo threatened this king in front of the officials today, so your highness the crown prince has learned the word king power into a dog's stomach?"

Yan Rong clenched her lips.

Zhuhe clapped his hands lightly, and called the attendant who was waiting outside the door: "Dezhuang, tell me. Disturbing the court and contradicting the king, what should I do?"

De Zhuang didn't dare to look any further, and timidly said: "According to the law of the Dali, it should be circumcised."

What is circumcision?

Zhuhe was confused in his heart, but he looked like a human being on the outside: "Talk to His Royal Highness carefully, how to execute the punishment?"

Dezhuang was so frightened that his knees softened and knelt on the ground: "Yes..."

"enough!"

Yan Rong seemed to have been extremely humiliated, and his lower lip was bitten by himself, bleeding out.

The clothes on his body hadn't been put back on, and he was half hidden in the light, showing an embarrassing and eye-catching fragility.

Yan Rong stood at the same spot and took a deep look at Zhuhe. Blood and hatred spread from the young man's eyes, which could hardly be concealed, rushing towards Zhuhe with a strong murderous intent.

It's too young to hide even hatred.

Zhuhe touched a pastry on the table, broke off the red cherry on the pastry and ate it, and wiped his hands slowly: "His Royal Highness is very angry."

Yan Rong lowered her head, suppressed her emotions, and said after a long time: "Uncle Huang, can you stand back, I have something to say to Uncle Huang alone."

Zhuhe then raised his hand to let Dezhuang back out.

Yan Rong finally gave up the last trace of self-esteem.

He closed his eyes and walked to Zhu He's side, his thin lips were bloodless.

He bent his knees and squatted down, and whispered in an extremely humiliating voice: "Uncle Huang still wants to see..."

Zhuhe: "?"

This is what the little prince offered to show, and this thing will not lose a piece of meat.

Zhuhe, who is not a human being, was somewhat moved, thought for a while and said: "Then have a look."

Probably already made the worst mental preparation just now, this time Yan Rong didn't make any more struggles, and with a pale face, he pulled down the hand that was holding the hem of his clothes, and then exposed himself.

Zhuhe had never seen anyone else before, he just looked left and right——

Tsk, the little prince has this size at such a young age and still has to do it. Do the stock attackers in those books have to grow out of the Milky Way?

Zhu He, who satisfied his thirst for knowledge, quickly lost his other interests. Like a ruthless scumbag, he stretched out his hand to help someone straighten his clothes, and made a casual comment: "It's very good, and it's quite strong."

Yan Rong: "..."

Yan Rong didn't expect this reaction, so she couldn't help raising her head slightly, and looked at the person in front of her.

Zhu He stretched out his fingertips and lifted Yan Rong's jaw.

After picking it up, Zhuhe himself was also stunned.

In fact, it's also Yan Rong's own fault that the height he chose was really ambiguous.

In addition, Zhu He was a mean man, and he learned the posture of a good woman in a bully drama that is often performed in TV dramas, and turned towards him with Yan Rong's cold face.

The embarrassing thing is that the bully forgot the lines for a while.

So the scene became suffocating in an instant.

Yan Rong has never met anyone who dared to be so presumptuous to him since he was a child. Even the regent had only teased him with words before, and never really did it.

however……

Yan Rong just lowered his eyes slightly, and he could see the soft and slender fingers on his jaw.

From his perspective up—

The Prince Regent's slightly pursed lips, the corners of his eyes raised two points, and the tear mole in the corner of his eyes seemed to be dyed the color of moonlight, gorgeous and coquettish.

How could such a beautiful person have such a vicious heart.

Yan Rong snapped back to his senses, only to find that the cranes in front of him seemed to be in a trance as well.

It's a pity that Zhu He won't be fascinated by Yan Rong.

He thought about the lines for a long time but didn't remember, so he found a way for himself.

Zhuhe pretended to be soft and said: "Ziyang, the fun between the beds should be cultivated slowly, there is no rush, and the emperor doesn't want to keep pushing you like this."

Ziyang is Yan Rong's name, and it is rarely mentioned after the death of the first emperor.

Yan Rong was in a daze for a moment: "...What do you mean?"

"I don't need someone to go to bed with me, but I just need someone of my own. Since His Royal Highness is willing, why don't you stay with me first?"

A gust of blood gushed up from his throat.

Yan Rong swallowed the hatred in her heart: "Uncle Huang wants Gu..."

Zhu He stretched out his hand and patted Yan Rong's handsome side face lightly: "Yes, the dew is getting heavier now, why not wash it up first, His Highness the Crown Prince, and warm the bed for this king."

Seeing Yan Rong's cold face when he was taken by Dezhuang to take a bath, Zhu He knew that the child was probably thinking too much.

Alas, today's children, why do they think so much?

The cranes were wearing big cloaks, nestling on the couch of the beauty, reading a storybook and eating grapes.

After the whole plate of peeled grapes was almost gone, Yan Rong bypassed the screen and walked in.

He had already changed his inner clothes, and the boy's skeletal figure was covered under the clothes.

Zhu He showed Yan Rong the position of the bed: "Go ahead, warm it up evenly, and then call Ben Wang when you're done, don't fall asleep."

Yan Rong straightened her back, stood stiffly for a moment, and walked towards the bed step by step.

Soon, a human-shaped bag bulged on the big gold-carved bed in the main bedroom of the regent.

After knocking a plate of grapes, Zhuhe got off the beauty's couch, walked to the desk in a leisurely manner, and dug out the pile of memorials that he had seen when he first arrived during the day.

I read a few books perfunctorily, and found that it was really not a job I was competent for.

Although he thinks he is not a good person... Crane, but currently he has no plans to poison the common people.

The night is getting darker.

Zhuhe was so sleepy that he couldn't help but asked on the bed: "His Royal Highness, it's been half an hour now, have you warmed up yet?"

Yan Rong: "..."

The brazier in the main house is burning hot, there is no need for the so-called "warm bed" at all!

Yan Rong's eyes were dark, and the nails in his clenched hands dug into his flesh.

After he regains military power in the future...

After he takes the throne...

he must...

Yan Rong let out a breath slowly, as if uttering two bloody words: "Okay."

Zhu He stood up tightly wrapped in his cloak, walked to the bed, and said to Yan Rong, "Okay, come down."

Yan Rong paused: "...What?"

Zhuhe's peach blossom eyes were bright and eager, and the tear mole at the corner of his eyes seemed to be shining brightly: "Come down! Walk away from the side, don't let the heat inside go away."

Yan Rong: "..."

Yan Rong was silent for a long time before getting out of bed with a complex expression, and then watched Zhu He take off his cloak and lay down happily in the warm place he had just been.

After all, the young man has strong firepower, and the whole quilt is warm.

Zhu He found the most comfortable position, then waved at Yan Rong, and coaxed and lied like chasing a duckling: "Okay. My king is getting old and going to sleep, so I will work hard for His Royal Highness to move the desk away." Those memorials were reviewed overnight, so that I can go to court with the king tomorrow."