The Regent is not dead yet

Although it is a mountain road, after all, there are special personnel to repair and take care of it. There is neither gravel nor unevenness along the way. It may take some walking, but it is definitely not tiring.

It's a pity that the regent's feet are probably born easier to twist than others, and his face is so thick that he can never blush.

His legs and feet jumped onto the little prince's back with exceptional flexibility, and then he scrambled up and down on his clean clothes.

then.

Zhu He put his hands around Yan Rong's neck, then climbed his legs forward and wrapped them around the waist of His Highness the Crown Prince.

Yan Rong: "..."

Due to the movement just now, the robes on Zhuhe's body slipped a little, and there was no cover for the downward direction, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs.

The regent has been pampered since he was a child, and even the skin of his legs is as white as jade.

At this moment, those legs were hooked around the waist of the other person.

Yan Rong lowered her head almost subconsciously, and she saw a pair of slender ankles, with faint blue blood vessels hidden under the overly white skin, so fragile that they could be held with one hand.

It was as if he could completely control this arrogant person as long as he tightly grasped the pair of ankles and pressed them down.

For just a brief moment, Yan Rong's lowered eyes sank slightly.

But Zhuhe didn't pay any attention to all this, he first picked on the little prince's back and arms in disgust, they were not at all soft and cute like a girl, and then dawdled for a long time to find a barely comfortable posture.

In the end, he put his head on Yan Rong's shoulder as a pillow, and said pretendingly: "Oh, I really don't live up to it, and I have to trouble A Rong with such a trivial matter. Is this king serious?"

The distance between the two is too close.

It was so close that every time Zhu He uttered a word, his warm breath would be sprinkled by Yan Rong's ear.

It was only at such a short distance that Yan Rong gradually smelled a very special fragrance coming from Zhu He.

It wasn't like the smell he smelled when he was in the Prince Regent's Mansion, but it was indescribable. It seemed to be a kind of flower fragrance with the coldness of early winter, but Yan Rong had never seen this kind of flower anywhere.

But at such a time, Zhu He, who was lying on his back, moved unscrupulously, and said with surprise: "No way...A Rong, is the emperor really heavy?"

Yan Rong: "..."

Zhu He moved closer again: "You are sweating, are you tired?"

I don't know if it's the reason for His Highness the crown prince's faster pace, or the demon king regent failed to control the distance in time.

When the last few words were finished, Zhu He's figure jumped forward, and the side of his light-colored lips that kept pouting brushed against Yan Rong's side face.

Zhu He: "..."

Yan Rong: "..."

Zhuhe was stunned, and immediately leaned back stiffly, opening the distance between the two of them.

Yan Rong was also stunned, and didn't notice the movement of the man on his back - because almost immediately, he felt that he...had a reaction.

Love affairs are not so mysterious in the royal family. Princes and princesses can have their own escorts from a very early age. Although they are mainly court ladies, Longyang love is not uncommon.

Yan Rong was not very interested in these, and never participated in them. Even when he was young and crowned, the East Palace didn't even choose an escort.

When the first emperor was alive, he asked him several times whether he needed a house or concubine, but Yan Rong rejected them because of his studies. After the first emperor left, the throne was vacant, and this matter was delayed.

But now...

just now……

Yan Rong hesitated for a long time, until Laixi, who had been following the personal eunuch, secretly reminded him several times in a low voice, and then suddenly came back to his senses.

"The emperor..."

He opened his mouth, and as soon as he uttered a word, he heard his own voice was hoarse.

Yan Rong had no choice but to cough in a low voice before saying, "It's not heavy, Uncle Emperor...how could it be heavy."

Zhu He didn't speak any more.

It's really not heavy.

Yan Rong originally thought that he was a man anyway, even if he could carry his back all the way down the mountain, he would have to struggle a lot.

But when he actually carried the person up, Yan Rong realized that Zhu He was really light, as if he didn't even have a centimeter to his skeleton, probably not much different from a thin woman.

In addition to the regent and the crown prince, there were also palace guards accompanying them, and the whole group walked out in a blink of an eye.

If it is according to the regent's temperament, it is inevitable to make things difficult for His Highness the Crown Prince along the way.

But this was about to reach the mountainside, yet Zhuhe still didn't say a word, and the quietness made the accompanying people extremely uncomfortable.

Yan Rong pulled him up and said softly, "Uncle Huang?"

De Zhuang walked behind the two of them, heard the words and rushed two steps, and shook his head at Yan Rong: "His Royal Highness, the regent is asleep."

Yan Rong paused, then carefully turned her head and glanced over her shoulder.

The cranes closed their eyes, and their long and curled eyelashes fell very quietly, casting a small shadow in the midday sun, and their pale pink lips were slightly pursed, as if they were not very happy.

It looks so harmless and innocent, neither vicious nor playing with power.

Yan Rong slowed down his pace a bit, and said softly, "Uncle Huang didn't sleep well this morning?"

De Zhuang was a little hesitant about whether he should say it, he hesitated for a long time, and said: "My lord is in poor health, and he seldom gets up early on weekdays. Today he is willing to come out because of your invitation from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Yan Rong asked, "Is he in poor health?"

"My lord has always been afraid of the cold, and I'm not sleeping well these days. It's good to be able to fall asleep for two hours a night."

De Zhuang was a little worried, thought for a while and said, "His Royal Highness, please say something more. I have never seen the prince care about anyone as much as you. If you want something...follow the prince, he will definitely agree.”

Yan Rong didn't know whether she had listened or not, so she paused for a while before saying in a low voice, "Really?"

The Prince Regent and His Highness the Crown Prince enjoyed the scenery and returned to the palace together, and the commander of the Imperial Forest Army passed on the latest military situation of the "Goshawk" in southern Xinjiang.

"Report to the Regent and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! General Lou wiped out the Moon Slaves and Tubo. The two countries have handed over the letters of state, and they are willing to surrender the throne and change their names to princes. This is the letter of surrender!"

Zhu He was warmed by the sun, and the sleepiness was not completely relieved, so he took it casually and threw it to Yan Rong: "Here, let's see how much money they have to pay? Is it enough for Jiangbei's disaster relief?"

Yan Rong opened it and said with a smile, "Thirty-seven million silver and 700 million gold are enough for our national treasury for a while."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe thought that he could not compare to His Royal Highness, who put all the money into the national treasury, and said lazily, "What about the others? Rare treasures, are there any interesting things?"

The commander of the Imperial Forest Army hesitated for a while, then knelt down on one knee: "The regent is wise... General Lou knows that you like these, so he has already prepared them for you, and sent a team of soldiers back from southern Xinjiang, all of them are waiting for you in the imperial study now." Picked."

Zhuhe: "!"

I didn't expect such a conscientious person to exist in the world!What a good general who loves the country and the people!

Hehe didn't hurt you in vain!

Immediately, Zhuhe felt relieved: "Let's go, let's have a look!"

The regent's carriage not only swept away all the new gadgets brought by the moon slaves in the imperial study, but also packed a table full of man and Chinese banquets in the imperial study.

Yan Rong deliberately sent Zhu He out of the palace gate.

It wasn't until the golden chariot disappeared from sight that he lowered his head, stared at the two deep ruts at the palace gate for a while, and then took out a letter scroll from his sleeve.

The letter scroll obviously came from the Dali army, sealed with wax paint, with a tiger amulet stamped on the tail, and signed by the Prince Regent himself—it was the letter thrown to Yan Rong by the cranes in the palace just now.

And Yan Rong stretched out his hand, and gently pushed from the side of the letter shaft, and another letter was pushed out from the shaft.

It's a private message.

Laixi, the eunuch who had followed him since he was a child, was startled and said in a low voice, "This... General Lou has already told you that he will help you ascend the throne as soon as possible... why..."

Yan Rong shook his head, his gaze was cold: "Say, should Gu see it?"

Laixi tentatively said: "Slave, I think...it should be."

"I feel lonely too."

Yan Rong stared at the letter paper in his hand for a while, and finally sighed softly, "Spying on other people's letters is not what a gentleman should do. Since Gu has chosen Lou Cang, he should be trusted."

Laixi plucked up his courage and said: "Your Highness, you have always been too kind. The regent is vicious and vicious. If you continue like this... I am really afraid that you will suffer!"

Different from the thickness of military special paper, the private letter paper in Yan Rong's hand is whiter, and even the corners are cut and polished neatly, beautifully, and will not cut fingers.

The powerful strokes seem to be able to penetrate the back of the paper, chic and heroic.

Yan Rong looked away and changed the subject: "That woman on the mountain, go and replace her as soon as possible, and send someone back to Jiangbei."

Laixi nodded: "It's already been taken care of. As long as the regent doesn't kill her on the spot, he can save her."

Yan Rong clenched the letter paper into a ball, "She is very brave."

Laixi bowed: "She is asking the right person too! If you come to His Highness, if you don't get arranged by Your Highness, how can you sneak into the back mountain smoothly..."

Yan Rong: "I never thought she would assassinate me."

Laixi paused for a moment, then lowered her voice: "If she succeeds..."

"If the regent dies here, she will die."

Yan Rong said calmly: "There is no need to implicate innocent people in court struggles. I just want to use her to let the regent know the situation in Jiangbei, not to let her die for no reason."

Laixi shut up: "The servant knows his mistake. Then Jiangbei..."

Yan Rong said: "The matter in Jiangbei cannot be delayed any longer. Shen Mu discussed with Gu the day before, and he is willing to go to Jiangbei to relieve the disaster and comfort the people. Gu is ready to go with him."

Laixi: "But the Prince Regent...would you agree to leave Beijing?"

"I don't know, I can't see through him."

Yan Rong paused, "Gu originally thought that after today's assassination, he would kill that woman alive."

But Zhuhe just locked him up, and never mentioned this matter on the way back.

Remembering the return journey...

Yan Rong then thought of Zhuhe's lips on his profile.

Even though it was noon, his lips still seemed to be cool, with an indescribably hot and lingering fragrance that instantly swept over his senses.

Lips are soft.

The sun was scorching hot, scorching hot on the dry bluestone slabs in the palace.

Laixi looked at his master, and seemed to see the fleeting look of disappointment on his face.

Laixi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Your Highness, the regent is moody, cloudy and sunny, and it is difficult for others to guess. You must not influence..."

"I understand alone."

Yan Rong interrupted him, eyes slightly lowered, and tore open the letter in his hand: "Take it and burn it."

Laixi took it: "Don't worry, Your Highness."

Yan Rong took two steps forward, turned around and said indifferently: "Also, order someone to check the regent's food, clothing, housing and transportation in southern Xinjiang, including the conversation with General Lou. Gu must know all the details."

Laixi rejoiced and said, "Your servant obeys!"

Lou Cang sent over a hundred pieces of gadgets, the expensive ones were as big as the world-famous golden jade clothes, and the cheap ones were as small as the wooden puzzles that children like.

In addition, a light-colored alpaca was even brought in. It is said that Tubo kept it in the palace for the pleasure of the king.

Although it was a hard journey from Nanjiang to Yandu, the alpaca was still very strong and strong, it would howl at every turn, and it was very good at kicking.

It took seven or eight people from the palace to subdue it, tied it up with a chain embedded with emerald beads, and tied it up in the stable in the backyard.

All animals raised in the mansion have names and corresponding nameplates, so this alpaca must also have a name.

De Zhuang looked at the alpaca in great embarrassment for a while, and then reluctantly asked Zhu He, "My lord, please give this... this animal a name."

Zhu He had just finished bathing, and was sitting cross-legged on the beauty's couch, playing with the Nine Links that Lou Cang gave him with loose black hair, and said without raising his head, "Grass mud horse."

Dezhuang: "..."

Dezhuang stayed silent for a long time.

The quiet air affected Zhuhe, he raised his face, and said very naturally: "I'm sorry, I didn't untie this thing and exploded."

De Zhuang: "...nothing, my lord."

Zhuhe: "That's called hasty."

Dezhuang: "..."

He always felt that there seemed to be something wrong, but he didn't dare to refute, so he could only bow and leave, ready to tell the artisans in the mansion... The name on the new animal's neck was "Caocao".

Just when Dezhuang was about to go out.

Zhu He raised his hands and called to stop him: "Wait a minute, you can do something later."

De Zhuang said respectfully: "My lord, please tell me."

"so."

Zhu He threw away the Nine Links in his hand, and jumped off the beauty's couch, "Go and help me copy a love poem, which is full of emotion. The content mainly revolves around, um... even if you treat me well, I will I know the type. Copy it and take it for my seal, and send it to General Lou as soon as possible.”

Dezhuang: "..."

Dezhuang was shocked, and for a moment he didn't even think of how to answer.

Zhuhe thought about it, and said again: "Copying just one copy doesn't seem like a big deal. You can copy a few more copies, the content of which is different. Then send a copy to Xueshi Shen and the third prince of Beidi."

Dezhuang: "..."

De Zhuang seemed numb, and asked dully: "Then... His Royal Highness, don't you want to send it?"

"he?"

Zhu He frowned, "Forget it, everyone is treated equally, and the East Palace can just make a copy."