The Regent is not dead yet

Compared with the appearance in the nightmare just now, the person in front of him seemed to have immediately returned to his usual aloofness, with a hint of red at the end of his eyes, but he was unaware of his lazy sideways glance, with a very unrestrained attitude.

What Yan Rong disliked the most was Zhu He's appearance, and even felt disgusted by his absurd thoughts for a moment.

Such a person is not worthy to be recorded in the annals of history, obeyed by the people, let alone be forgiven and forgiven.

He lowered his eyes slightly, restrained the look in his eyes, and said respectfully: "Gu will go to Jiangbei tomorrow, and I am here to say goodbye to the emperor. The emperor just now..."

Mentioning that Zhu He felt a toothache just now, he waved his hand and interrupted Yan Rong: "I had a really fucking dream, don't mention it, go and get me my clothes."

I even forgot to use the self-proclaimed one, which shows that I am in a terrible mood.

Yan Rong also didn't like the vulgar words blurted out by the regent, frowned, and went to the hanger beside him to help Zhu He get clothes.

And when His Royal Highness took his clothes and turned around, he saw that the regent who had been soaked in the hot spring soup had no patience to wait for the clothes to come, and had already walked out of the water without a trace.

a time.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't even have time to take precautions, so he was forced to watch the wet man not far away from the beginning to the end.

The man's slender and straight legs, the toes that seem to be curled up due to fear of the cold, the slender ankles, the black hair dripping with water, and the... pink and tender little thing between the legs.

Yan Rong: "..."

Yan Rong froze.

However, Zhuhe didn't think there was anything wrong with this at all, and excitedly pulled the little thing with his hands twice, then shook the water on his body, took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and said, "Clothes!" .”

Yan Rong: "..."

Yan Rong hastily looked away from Zhuhe, but didn't know where to look. She looked around in a panic, and accidentally saw the tear mole at the corner of his eye.

I don't know if it's because of the steaming heat in the room, the mole of tears looks more seductive and seductive, making the person walking towards him even more bewitching.

The unspeakable heat was like a sudden fire, drowning all of Yan Rong's thoughts in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the flame boiled all the way down from the head.

Yan Rong lowered her head hastily, seeing that the robes under her body were still loose and had not been lifted up obviously, so she closed her eyes in embarrassment and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a pity that Zhuhe didn't regard the underage kid as a man at all.

He took two more steps forward, stopped beside Yan Rong, and yawned. Seeing that Yan Rong hadn't moved, he raised his hand to pull the clothes in his hand over and put them on.

yank.

Did not move.

Pull again.

Still not moving.

Zhuhe became impatient, and glared at the little prince with the tail of his eyes raised: "Why are you in a daze?"

The tails of the eyes were narrow and moving, not like staring, but seducing.

Yan Rong's Adam's apple moved almost invisibly: "I'm thinking about whether there are any omissions in tomorrow's luggage, which makes the emperor worry."

He paused, and unfolded the clothes in his hands flatly: "Come and serve the emperor to change."

Zhu He has always been used to being served by others, so he naturally accepted it. He moved closer to Yan Rong, and said bluntly: "I also wipe my hair, it feels uncomfortable when it is wet."

Yan Rong paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Okay."

In order to dry their hair, the two finally changed positions.

Zhu He was wearing a thin spring shirt, which was baggy, revealing his smooth neck and back with loose hair.

Perhaps because it was too thin, the butterfly bones on his back became more distinct. Yan Rong's fingers accidentally passed over here several times, and every time it made Zhu He slightly tremble.

The soft cotton towel wiped the regent's expensive hair little by little.

Yan Rong put down the half-wet cotton towel, gathered Zhuhe's hair with his hands, and asked subconsciously, "Does the emperor want to tie his hair?"

"What kind of hair do you tie in the middle of the night?"

Zhu He couldn't keep up with Yan Rong's sense of humor, and was so sleepy that he wished he could fall asleep.

He casually grabbed two handfuls of his hair that Yan Rong had just tidied up, and managed to turn himself into half a chicken coop, then turned his face and said: "Sure, then go back to the palace if you have nothing to do, the emperor will wait for you." return."

Yan Rong: "..."

Yan Rong stood where she was and did not leave.

Zhu He pulled out a bronze mirror from nowhere and took a picture of his own chicken coop. He was probably quite satisfied, then turned his head and glanced at Yan Rong again: "Why, is it possible that you can't bear to part with Uncle Huang? Want to sleep with Uncle Huang?" ?”

Yan Rong: "..."

After all, Yan Rong's face was not as thick as Zhu He's, and he couldn't resist teasing him back, so he could only purse his lower lip: "I have something to ask Uncle Pope."

In his heart, Zhuhe was actually not very happy to preach to the little prince in the middle of the night, but he had just finished serving him, so he couldn't be too ruthless: "What?"

Yan Rong opened his mouth several times, but the benevolence, righteousness and etiquette engraved in his bones made him shut up again, and finally he had no choice but to say: "I just want to ask... about the Jiangbei matter, what does the emperor think?"

Zhu He: "..."

That's it?

What can Hehe think.

Hehe doesn't know how to govern the country.

Zhu He squinted his eyes in sleepiness, and said casually, "You came here to ask this?"

The people in Jiangbei suffered from disasters, but the regent didn't care, even his attitude was so frivolous.

It just happened to be such a person, who was able to stir up his lust and let himself have those ridiculous thoughts...

The fire that had been suppressed in the body and could not be vented was ignited again.

Yan Rong didn't know whether to be angry with himself or Zhuhe, he said, "Otherwise, Uncle Huang thought that Gu came to ask why you sent more than 20 bowls of Yangyang soup to Donggong?!"

Zhu He blinked his eyes and was rarely stunned.

To him, this is really a trivial matter. If Yan Rong hadn't mentioned it at this time, he would have forgotten about it.

Zhuhe himself had never drank the Yang-strengthening soup that was said to have miraculous effects in ancient times, so he was very curious about the effect, and couldn't help saying: "What can I ask, the emperor is worried that you are young and vigorous, and your body is not strong enough, so I want to supplement you. You drink Yet?"

Yan Rong: "..."

The fire in Yan Rong's heart was poured again, and he said without hesitation: "Could it be that the emperor thinks that if he doesn't drink the aphrodisiac soup alone, he won't be able to satisfy you?"

Zhuhe: "?"

Before Zhuhe could make a blank speech.

Yan Rong looked at him fiercely with embarrassing anger: "If that's the case, Uncle Huang might as well try it earlier, so as to save you from worrying about it every night in the future!"

Zhu He: "..."

No.

What does this have to do with Hehe?

Why does Hehe want to be satisfied by one or two of you?

Ever since Zhuhe came back from southern Xinjiang, this was the first time he saw the little prince looking angry.

It was quite amusing, so Zhuhe didn't get too angry, nor did he suppress the child's confidence in himself: "Let's forget about it today, tomorrow you will travel to Jiangbei, what will happen if it's too late?"

Zhu He covered the corners of his mouth with his hands, and reluctantly suppressed the perfunctory words in his words: "Wait until you come back from Jiangbei, and then wait a little longer. Uncle Huang loves you so much and looks forward to it so much. Don't disappoint Uncle Huang."

Yan Rong: "..."

Yan Rong was once again speechless by Zhu He's straightforward words, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether she was relaxed or disappointed.

The two of them had already returned to the main bedroom from the hot spring pool, and the luminous lights and candlelight complemented each other, full of extravagance.

Zhuhe recently quite liked a couch that Lou Cang brought back for him from Tubo. The couch was decorated with gold and silver ornaments, countless precious stones, and covered with a thick layer of cushions. The fire was burning vigorously. It is simply an indescribable enjoyment.

He was talking about sending Yan Rong out, but from the corner of his eye he glanced at his beauty couch from time to time, his inattention was all on his face.

Yan Rong took in all Zhuhe's gaze, followed his gaze, and felt that there was nothing special about that bed other than vulgar and luxurious.

He frowned, did not speak, and let Zhuhe walk to the door absent-mindedly.

And when His Royal Highness stepped over the threshold, he saw that the regent behind him was tripped by the threshold, his figure swayed, and he immediately came back to his senses, and quickly went to help the doorpost beside him.

As a bird, Zhu He was not worried that he would fall.

It's just that the hand that was about to reach the doorpost was suddenly grasped by another strong hand, and his waist was also tightly bound, and another person supported him to stand up straight again, which still surprised Zhuhe a little.

The little prince's set of routines is too complete. If it were someone else, they might think that he is always paying attention and caring about himself.

Seeing that Zhu He was standing still, Yan Rong let go of his hands: "Uncle Emperor, pay attention to your feet and concentrate."

Zhuhe stepped out from the threshold, and said tiredly: "Isn't this sleepy? This king is old, no more than you young people. Look at how old you are this year, and the third prince of Beidi has just turned [-]. Shen bachelor..."

"The emperor's uncle is only four out of twenty, not much." Yan Rong said.

Zhu He: "..."

Silly boy, telling your age will scare you to death.

He was too lazy to argue with Yan Rong, shook his head and was about to tell the little prince to go back quickly, but Yan Rong said: "The uncle's complexion has been bad since the nightmare just now, did he dream about something bad?"

Zhuhe managed to throw that damned dream back into the back of his head with great difficulty, and now Yan Rong dug it out again, and it was not just a little bit depressed.

He pinched the center of his brows irritably, and was about to think of a way to evade it, when suddenly his mind changed, his tone sank a little, and he said in a dignified manner: "Well, this king dreamed of Jiangbei."

His Royal Highness obviously did not expect to hear the word Jiangbei from the mouth of the Regent, and was a little surprised: "Uncle Huang has been to Jiangbei?"

Zhuhe never took responsibility for what he said, so he just opened his mouth and said, "I've been there, my king grew up in Jiangbei."

Yan Rong was startled.

The identity of King Li has always been a huge mystery among the people, and it is more legendary than the secrets of the palace. As for the specific life experience of King Li, where he came from, and where his family is, it is even more confusing and there are many suspicions.

Zhuhe compiled the first sentence and compiled the next without even typing a draft: "The first time this king saw the late emperor was also in Jiangbei."

This was also the first time Yan Rong heard Zhu He talk about his father.

The two of them were standing in the courtyard where the autumn wind was blowing. The regent usually only wore an ordinary gown. The night wind curled his long hair, making him look extremely fragile, as if he could be ready at any time. As if being scraped away.

Taking advantage of Yan Rong's silence, Zhu He hastened to think of a few more lines, and said in a loud voice: "At that time, this king was only so short, and he had no father or mother. Under the late emperor's wheel."

He continued, "This is the first time this king has seen a gold carriage, and he really likes it. The late emperor carried me on it and sat on it."

Yan Rong didn't speak.

He never sat in the golden chariot of his father until his father passed away and the golden chariot was given to

Zhuhe really couldn't make it up, so he had to change the angle: "This king just had a dream... dreamed of his childhood."

He quickly wrote a script for himself, "It seems that Jiangbei also had floods and famine that year, and then plague, and many people starved to death."

Yan Rong was raised as a gentleman since he was a child, and even if he was beaten to death, he would not think that the person in front of him was talking nonsense, so he easily believed Zhu He's words.

Zhu He bitch acted very realistically, with emotions in place: "Then I saw that the people in Jiangbei in the dream all knelt down and begged me...begging me to save them, but I was only seven or eight years old at that time, and I couldn't save anyone. "

Yan Rong had never seen such a soft expression on the regent's face.

It seems that because of the sudden nightmare, he threw away his helmet and armor, and returned to the panic and helplessness when he was down and down.

Yan Rong seemed to suddenly understand that if everything was as Zhu He said, then why would his father, who was still a child, be carried into the golden car more than ten years ago——

Because his expression is so soft.

In the night, Yan Rong's voice was low and soft: "It's all over."

"Yeah, it's all over."

Zhuhe let out a soft breath, "But this king still remembers the hunger he suffered in Jiangbei, and the scene of people cannibalizing people during the famine years. This king will not go back to Jiangbei again."

"Then don't go back."

After Yan Rong finished speaking, he was silent for a moment, and then said in a gentle voice, "This trip alone will definitely solve the floods and farmland disasters in the north of the Yangtze River, and the victims will be resettled. The emperor doesn't need to worry about it anymore."

Zhu He sang a big show by himself, pulling the tiger skin. He was very satisfied with the audience's reaction, nodded and said: "If there is any need, report it to the court in time, and don't be arbitrary."

Yan Rong nodded: "Uncle Huang still needs to..."

Zhuhe: "Huh?"

Yan Rong was a little hesitant: "What the emperor said when he went to southern Xinjiang...does Gu still need to write a letter from his family and send it back to Yandu according to the month?"

Zhu He: "..."

Forget it, go far away, Hehe can play by himself.

Zhu He waved his hands quickly: "You are busy on this trip, just take care of yourself, and you don't need to write Naoshizi's family letter anymore."

Yan Rong seemed to hesitate to speak, paused for a moment, then turned around and left the Regent's Palace in the dark.

After finally sending His Highness the Crown Prince away, perhaps because of the wind blowing outside, Zhuhe felt a little uncomfortable after returning to the house, feeling uncomfortable from head to toe.

There were two more braziers in the house, and Kayaner adjusted the position of the braziers, went to the window to check the lattice, and then returned to Zhu He, a little worried: "My lord, do you want to send the imperial physician over?"

Zhuhe half-lyed on the beauty's couch, closed his eyes and turned his head, half-deadly said: "No, why are you on duty tonight?"

Kayan'er was not born as a slave, so he didn't have much scruples about Zhu He, so he reached out his hand to feel the temperature on his forehead.

Not only is it not hot, but a little too low.

Kayan withdrew his hand, his eyebrows tightened a little: "His Royal Highness took the cotton towel from De Zhuang. He was afraid that you would be angry, so he changed shifts with me."

"This kid..."

Zhuhe coughed a few times, lying on the beauty's couch and giving orders, "Go get two bottles of burning knives for this king."

Kayan Er put Zhuhe's hands back into the quilt, and said wordlessly, "My lord, you are not feeling well, it is best not to drink any more alcohol today."

In fact, Zhu He was not only in poor health, but also in a bad mood. He was very stubborn and said: "Will you go? Don't be careful if I cut you into a human stick!"

Kayan: "..."

Kayan Er had no choice but to fetch two bottles of shochu and put them on the small table, "My lord, the wine is here."

Zhuhe just leaned against the beauty's couch with his eyes closed, and did not fall asleep. You Qi immediately opened his eyes when he heard the sound of the wine bottle rubbing against the table.

He happily poured himself a glass, and the high-strength spirits scalded his lips and tongue, all the way down his throat, and a burst of boiling heat suddenly rose in his body.

Zhuhe put down his wine glass and said softly: "It's too cold, Kayaner, I need to warm up."

Kayan Er took a look at the half bottle of wine and took off the wine glass in Zhu He's hand, "It's already warmed up after drinking so much, my lord, I can't drink any more. Why don't you talk to my servant."

Zhuhe has a very good capacity for alcohol, so he won't get drunk at all with a half bottle.

He directly reached for the wine bottle and took a big gulp from the mouth of the bottle, then wiped the corners of his mouth, and smiled wantonly at Kayaner: "Succeed! It is my honor to chat with the beauty, what do you want to talk about?" ?”

Kayan: "..."

Kayan Er hid another bottle of wine and said, "Is it true what the prince said to His Royal Highness about your childhood?"

The cranes were half leaning on the beauty couch, most of their white and flat chests were exposed, and the wine stains from the corners of their mouths slid down the corners of their lips.

He took a big sip of wine and said with a smile: "Tsk, of course he was lied to. That brat, every day, he thinks of forming a gang to get me. Is it so easy to get me? Stupid boy! "

Kayan: "..."

"Do you think this king is going too far?"

The tip of Zhu He's bright red tongue licked the corner of his lips, and said, "I can't help it, the child is too young, and he has to experience some severe beatings from society, so he can learn not to trust others."

Kayan: "..."

Kayaner paused for a moment, as if he was considering whether to ask, but finally he tried to say: "My lord, as far as my family knows, the floods and famines in the north of the Yangtze River have caused plagues. This time only the crown prince and Xueshi Shen are going. Is it not enough? ?”

"Yes."

Zhu He raised the wine bottle in his hand, his expression seemed to be a little clearer, and his tone was slower, "The natural disasters in Jiangbei are parallel, Ah Rong and Shen Muzhi, heh, a prince who was raised in the palace since childhood, and the other has never seen each other before." The champion of the new civil service. I swear, how about pretending to be a big-tailed wolf with this king?"

Kayan: "..."

Kayan Er said: "Isn't the prince worried about the prince?"

Zhuhe said hypocritically: "What can I do if I'm worried? When the child grows up, he has to go out and fly to know whether it's a mule or a horse."

Kayaner sighed: "... Neither a mule nor a horse can fly."

Zhuhe didn't respond to him again.

Shaodaozi is a very strong liquor, ordinary people usually drink only one or two glasses before pouring it down, Zhuhe has a good capacity for alcohol, and he only drank this kind of liquor, he didn't show drunk after two bottles.

It's just that most people would smear their faces when they drink, but Zhuhe's face didn't show the slightest blush, but it became paler and paler.

He frowned, pinching his hands between his brows, and didn't show a relaxed look for a long time.

Kayan'er took back the wine bottle that Zhu He was still holding, put it aside, helped him to lie down on the beauty's couch, and asked softly, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhuhe's eyes were extremely bright after being washed with alcohol, he curled up under the quilt a few times, and said to Kayan eagerly: "My king has a headache, rub it."

Kayan'er's movements stopped, and he put his hand on it resignedly.

After finding a good position, Zhuhe opened his eyes again after rubbing a few times, and said critically, "Would you rub it? I didn't eat. Did you serve your princess like this when you were Yue Slave?"

Kayan: "..."

The posture on the side was not easy to use, so Kayaner had to get on the beauty couch together, leaning halfway in front of Zhuhe, propping up the bed with his elbows and starting to serve again.

Probably this time the regent was finally comfortable serving the king, Zhu He quietly closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep in a daze.

Kayan Er was worried that he would wake up from the pain again later, so he rubbed patiently for another half an hour before slowly moving his hand away, ready to turn over by supporting himself.

However, before he could move, Zhu He, who seemed to be fast asleep, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

Then realizing that there was someone beside him, Zhu He raised his extremely heavy eyelids in trouble, and met Kayan'er's gaze.

Zhuhe obviously didn't wake up, but was suddenly awakened from a drowsy sleepiness, and seemed to be interspersed between nightmares and reality.

After rubbing his eyes, he had no place to put his hands, so he pulled Kayan who was leaning over him forcefully, and pulled him to his side. He stared at him for a while, and said with satisfaction: "Girl, you are so pretty, I like you."

Kayan: "..."

Kayan was stunned.

Just as he was about to speak, Zhuhe answered, "It's much prettier than Fairy Wangdi in the sky. Although she looks good, she's just a big pig."

Kayan: "..."

Kayan Er was a little dumbfounded, and stretched out his hand to help Zhuhe wrap the quilt, and said helplessly: "What is the regent dreaming about again?"

Zhuhe didn't answer Kayan'er's words, but closed his eyes hazily, glanced roughly at the posture of the two lying together, and said firmly: "Girl, don't worry, although this king is not a good person, you will sleep with me." will take responsibility for you."

Kayan: "..."

Kayan'er couldn't help laughing, his usual modest appearance seemed to be torn off, revealing what was hidden inside.

He didn't brush off Zhu He's hands on his body, he thought it was really interesting, and said, "Well, although we haven't slept yet, what does the prince want to do to me?"

Zhuhe forced himself to feel sleepy, raised his hand, and patted Kayan'er coaxingly: "As long as you don't lie to me, I can marry you."

Kayan'er didn't show too much interest in marrying into a wealthy family, but his eyes darkened a bit as if thinking of something: "Marry... I don't know how many other people the Regent wants to marry besides me?"

"Just marry you...one."

Zhuhe moved his hands up a little, stroked Kayan'er's hairline like a hair, and threw out two words before falling asleep completely, "Be obedient."

Kayan was taken aback.

Immediately, he hooked the corners of his mouth, took out a bracelet from somewhere in his arms, and put it on the hand that Zhuhe was resting on him.

The wristband is black metal, without reflection, thin and thin.

As soon as it was put on, it automatically shrank to the same size as the regent's wrist, and then it fit more and more until it shrunk into a thin circle of black patterns, which was embroidered on Zhuhe's wrist like a tattoo.

Kayan'er sat up and kissed Zhuhe's fingertips lightly: "What is in your dream?"

People who drink alcohol tend to sleep a lot better.

Zhu He fell into a drowsy sleep and did not answer Kayan'er's question.

Kayan Er clasped Zhuhe's five fingers, her deep pupils were neither black like the people of Dali, nor dark brown like the moon slaves, but a quiet blue, looking at the person on the beauty's couch with deep eyes.

Everyone in the world said that Yan Rong was the number one son, and his appearance was unparalleled in the world.

Kayaner always felt that the person in front of him was truly peerless beauty.

He still remembered the dagger that was slashed at the Lord of Yuenu at midnight, and the face of this person reflected by the cold light, which was more beautiful than anyone else.

"Although I'm very reluctant, I'm afraid I can't do it tonight..."

Stretching out his hand to straighten Zhuhe's hair scattered in front of his forehead, Kayan'er let go of Zhuhe's hand with some regrets, but lingered on stroking the lips that were still slightly drunk, and said in a hoarse voice , "Remember what you said."

There was a night cry of a crow outside the window.

Kayan let go of the cranes, straightened his robes, and jumped out from the half-open window without a sound.

It was already midnight, and the guards in the palace did not notice this almost silent scene.

There were already people waiting in the stables in the backyard, and the alpaca that kicked the most to show its resistance was tied up and gagged, while the rest of the horses were sleeping.

The young man in night clothes half-kneeled on the ground and said in a low voice: "Young master, Princess Yuenu, Muzheng, still refuses to tell where the map is hidden!"

Kayan'er's eyes were not on the night clothes, but looked at the alpaca several times.

The man noticed his gaze and said respectfully, "Young master, do you want to kill this stupid thing?"

"of course not."

Kayaner found a carrot out of nowhere in the stable, shook it in front of the alpaca, and put the carrot away again, "Lou Cang sent it, do you still want to eat the carrot?"

Alpaca: "..."

man:"……"

Kayan'er patted the soil on his hands, and said in a flat voice, "If you can't ask, you will be tortured. Do you want me to teach you?"

The man followed Kayan'er for a long time, and he could already hear the impatience in his words, and hurriedly said: "Young Master, I have already been sentenced... But that girl is a dead duck, just...don't say anything."

"useless."

Kayan'er pulled up the hem of her skirt and carefully wiped off the traces left on it, "Let's go, before dawn, I'll ask myself."

The next day was neither a big court nor a small court.

Zhuhe slept until the sun was up, and woke up with his bed full of precious stones, jade, gold, silver and jade, stretched his waist, and called out: "Kayaner? Come in and tie my hair!"

The bedroom door was pushed open.

De Zhuang walked in on tiptoe, and tremblingly walked to the beauty's couch: "Back... back to the Regent, Kayan'er asked for leave this morning, still, hasn't come back yet."

"Oh... that's fine, then you can come."

Compared with yesterday, Zhuhe slept fairly well this time, he got out of bed neatly, sat down in front of the mirror, combed his hair and cleansed his face.

When changing clothes, Dezhuang whispered "ah" in surprise.

Zhu He heard the sound and looked over: "What's wrong?"

De Zhuang pointed to the delicate black pattern on Zhuhe's wrist cautiously: "Nothing, nothing... It's just that I haven't seen the mark on the wrist of the prince before."

Zhuhe took a look at himself, and the color didn't fade when he stretched out his hand to pick it.

After thinking about it, he could only connect it with yesterday's dream, and couldn't help cursing another vulgar language: "Fairies are all idiots!"

Dezhuang: "..."

After all, the immortal way is different from the ordinary world, and the common people respect the immortal family very much.

But De Zhuang didn't dare to refute the regent's saying that fairies are not big fools, so he could only whisper silently: "Why did the prince suddenly say this?"

"Because I had a dream last night."

Zhuhe finally caught a person who could listen to him but couldn't speak out, "I will tell you something, my king?"

De Zhuang didn't dare not listen, and cried with a smile: "Thank you, my lord, for sharing with me."

"That's it."

Zhuhe brewed his feelings for a while, "Once upon a time, there was a very graceful, noble, unparalleled and most beautiful black bird, which was about to become a fairy. Once he went for a walk on the fairy platform, and fell in love with a fairy at first sight."

Dezhuang: "..."

What kind of folk tale is this.

"This mysterious bird is very popular on weekdays. It's an honor to be liked by him."

Zhuhe was very annoyed, "What's more, Xuanniao also took the initiative to pursue the fairy, but the fairy has always been very indifferent to the bird's sincerity."

Dezhuang: "..."

This is what pretends to be a passionate bird.

"That's okay, Xuanniao is about to ascend to immortality, and I originally wanted to continue pursuing after ascending to immortality."

Zhu He continued, "But I never expected that this fairy would join a group of immortals and beat down the black bird that had climbed to the fairy platform again. The feathers flew around and her cultivation completely retreated."

Dezhuang: "..."

Zhuhe's thin chest heaved several times, as if he could finally let out a breath: "Besides, when Xuanniao fell from the climbing platform, he found that this fairy was a man!"

Dezhuang: "..."

After Zhuhe finished venting, he raised the tails of his slightly raised eyes: "Do you think you can be angry or not?"

De Zhuang didn't expect that the regent's dream would be so twists and turns, bizarre and extraordinary. After digesting it carefully for a while, he nodded and said in a cautious voice: "Yes... since you are not a fairy, how can you deceive Yu as a woman? Xuanniao. The prince is justified in his anger."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe was silent for a long while: "That's not true, the fairy in my king's dream is indeed extraordinarily beautiful, transcending the appearance of men and women."

Dezhuang: "..."

Fortunately, Zhuhe is not a entangled character, so it's fine if he said it: "Forget it, let these things go to hell! The crown prince and Bachelor Shen have already set off?"

Dezhuang also breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said: "I left early in the morning, and estimated the time, I should have already left the city by now."

Zhu He's eyes lit up in an instant: "Great, you go clean up, we'll find a flower house to sit in this afternoon. I haven't been to a flower house for a long time since I came back from Southern Border!"

Dezhuang: "..."

The famine in Jiangbei did not affect the most prosperous Yandu. Although there is almost no arable land in the capital, the crops in the suburbs are still growing verdant.

Three agarwood carriages passed slowly on the field ridge, followed by only a few guards.

The common people in the farm thought it was the ordinary rich son of Yandu going out, busy with his own business, no one raised his head to take a second look, and they didn't even know that sitting there was Yan Rong, the prince of Dali who was most loved and respected by women, and Xinke. The number one scholar admires him deeply.

It is the autumn harvest season, and this road is full of golden fields and busy people.

In the most central carriage, the two sat opposite each other. There were only two cups of unpretentious tea on the small table in the carriage, showing no extravagance of the regent.

Shen Muzhi closed the book in his hand that recorded Jiangbei's situation over the years: "What are you looking at, Your Highness?"

Yan Rong said: "I'm just thinking, if Jiangbei can have a bumper harvest every year like Yandu, the people will be happy."

Shen Muzhi looked out following his line of sight: "There will definitely be."

Yan Rong sighed lightly: "I heard that my father also went to Jiangbei to help victims of disasters, but I didn't expect that the situation is still like this."

"The first emperor?"

Shen Muzhi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Where did you hear this nonsense, Your Highness? Although the late emperor was wise and virtuous, with outstanding political achievements, he never went to Jiangbei in person."