The Regent is not dead yet

Every person in each picture album, every different posture, every expression, seems to have traced Zhu He's beautiful face in an instant, engraved it repeatedly in Yan Rong's mind, and burned him. Even the fingertips were hot.

The moon is cool.

At the end of the corridor outside the arch, the last trace of sound was finally silenced.

Yan Rong forced himself to close his eyes, and was about to go back to the house when he heard a strange voice behind him calling him.

"His Royal Highness, long time no see."

The voice seemed to have been washed by the moonlight, quiet and peaceful, but also exuded a kind of coolness that was not human.

He didn't even hear any footsteps, as if this person had been waiting for him for a long time, and he only made a sound when he saw that he was about to leave.

Yan Rong frowned and turned around.

In the silent night, a monk in a white robe stood under a banana leaf not far away.

The monk's eyebrows were very handsome, he couldn't tell his age, but he felt unusually young. The white robe on his body was embroidered with dark gold scriptures, and a spot of cinnabar red between his eyebrows was extremely eye-catching, like blood oozing out.

He performed a Buddhist salute to Yan Rong, and said loudly: "Young Monk Xiangjin, I have met Your Highness."

Yan Rong was taken aback.

When the first emperor was in power, there was an eminent monk surnamed Xiang who prophesied that there would be chaos in the world and disasters in the court. After hearing this, the late emperor was furious and detained the eminent monk in the ten thousand pavilions next to the imperial garden, which lasted for decades.

At that time Yan Rong was still young and had only vaguely heard the rumors in the palace. Later, this matter became a taboo in the palace and was buried with the late emperor.

It's just that I didn't expect that after decades... this person is still so young.

Yan Rong frowned slightly: "You are..."

Xiang Jin seemed to see through Yan Rong's thoughts at a glance: "Your Highness, the late emperor passed away, and the agreement between the monk and him has been broken, so there is no need to stay in the palace."

No one knew exactly what happened between Emperor Zong and Xiangjin, so Yan Rong stopped asking, "Why is Master here?"

"Buddha's destiny is here, and I come here by myself."

Xiang Jin kowtowed and said, "His Royal Highness will be the ruler of the world, so he shouldn't be in a state of restlessness or depression. Let the little monk ask one more question. Is His Highness worrying about those two people who just passed by?"

Yan Rong paused: "Did you hear that?"

As if Xiang Jin didn't see the killing intent in the eyes of the person in front of him, he said calmly, "How can Your Highness block the mouth of the world?"

Yan Rong's voice was a little cold: "How about Gudang?"

Xiang Jin said: "Why is Your Highness worried about the Regent?"

Yan Rong said: "The regent's temperament is capricious, he slaughters the common people, and supports his troops with self-respect, how can he not worry about being alone."

Xiang Jin looked at Yan Rong: "If it is because of this, His Highness should hate the regent instead of the current situation."

Yan Rong: "How about being alone?"

Xiang Jin said: "Your face is terrified, and your heart is worried. Your Highness, why are you troubled by the relationship between the regent and your father? Do you feel angry, worried, restless, or jealous?"

Or...jealousy?

The last two words are like a straight knife handle for gouging out flesh and bones, cutting through his dark thoughts that have been unable to see the light of day for a long time.

Yan Rong was taken aback suddenly, and said angrily, "Bold!"

There was no fear on Xiang Jin's face, and he was very peaceful: "Speak freely, if His Highness doesn't like it, I will leave now."

Yan Rong stared at him furiously, and after looking at him for a long while, he pursed his lips tightly, and the seam between his lips was stretched into a straight white line.

I don't know if it's because the emotions in my heart have been suppressed for too long, or if there is no one else to say except this person in front of me who has neither joy nor sorrow.

Yan Rong tightly clenched her five fingers in her sleeves, and after listening for a long time, she suddenly said, "Okay... Ruogu is indeed jealous, so what should I do?"

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Yan Rong regretted it.

He was about to cover up what he had just said, but Xiang Jin had already said, "Your Highness is willing to give up the supreme right for the regent?"

Yan Rong couldn't take back the words in time and already regretted it: "Of course Gu doesn't want to!"

Xiang Jin said: "Very good, then pull the regent off the high platform, cut off his wings, cover his eyes, and imprison him in a golden cage. Let him be completely separated from the outside world, only because of your bestowal. Pleasure or pain—this is something that the late emperors never enjoyed, what do you think, Your Highness?"

Yan Rong was startled, as if he heard words that he couldn't understand at all, then took a step back suddenly: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Xiangjin's brows and eyes were all calm, as if what he said was just a commonplace today: "If your highness doesn't want to, just pretend to be a little monk."

When the first emperor was in power, Xiang Jin's name was a big taboo in the palace, even Yan Rong only heard about it by chance, never met the real person.

According to the words circulating in the corner, this Mr. Xiang does all the calculations, but the result is always inseparable.

Can……

Yan Rong frowned: "Are you at odds with the regent?"

There was a flash of emotion in Xiangjin's downcast eyes, and he shook his head and said, "Not at all."

Yan Rong: "I have never met you, so how can I believe that you are really the eminent monk imprisoned by the emperor?"

The corners of Xiangjin's lips curled into a very faint arc: "Your Highness, you can take the portrait of the young monk to the palace for comparison."

Yan Rong gritted her teeth fiercely: "Then you know, the words in your words are definitely not the actions of a gentleman. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for a monk to speak so wildly!"

"Gentleman?"

Xiang Jin performed the ceremony, and bowed towards Yan Rong, "Your Highness, although a gentleman in the world is judged by others, but fame, wealth, love and hatred, and the direction of the heart, are not the actions of a gentleman. You can't fill your desires, and you can't live all day long. You will regret it." ?”

Yan Rong took a deep breath and didn't speak.

After an unknown amount of time, he looked at the white-clothed monk opposite again: "Why did you tell Gu this?"

Xiangjin looked serene, clasped his hands together: "The little monk once promised to the late emperor to remove obstacles for His Highness. Now that Your Highness is worried about the Regent, I will help His Highness."

Yan Rong said: "How can you help me?

"Your Highness does not have military power in his hands, and I am willing to lobby the four directions for His Highness, so that princes and small vassal countries from all over the world will send troops to force the Regent to abdicate."

Xiang Jin said, "Once the regent resigns, he will be at the mercy of His Highness. What does His Highness think?"

Yan Rong's expression sank, and he said, "Master is indeed thoughtful, but there's no need for it."

Xiangjin's face remained unchanged, but his eyes froze slightly.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Yan Rong continue: "Private soldiers are not allowed on the territory of Dali, and it is even more forbidden to introduce soldiers from other countries."

Yan Rong paused slightly, and bowed his hands politely to Prime Minister Jin: "As for the regent... I will carefully weigh Master's opinion, thank you."

Xiangjin: "..."

A trace of extremely thin anger flashed from Xiangjin's eyes, but he quickly put it away.

He performed a Buddhist ceremony to Yan Rong: "The regent's position is high and powerful. This matter is not easy. I hope you will consider it carefully. I will wait for His Highness's reply."

Yan Rongfang nodded, and the white clothes jumped up from behind the banana leaves, and disappeared behind the fence in an instant.

Qinggong is much better than Lou Cang.

Yan Rong's doubts about Xiang Jin grew more and more, but he had nowhere to continue to explore. Seeing that the sky was about to light up, he had to go back to the room first, and not long after lying on the bed, he suddenly woke up in a dream.

He lifted the quilt and sat up, and reached down with his five fingers very strangely——as expected, he found a sticky wet hand.

There was a sneer on the red lips that were biting their lips and moaning in the dream.

Yan Rong covered her forehead, and through the empty air in front of her, she seemed to have seen the pose she put that person in just now... her whole body was weak, her slender legs were spread wide, and her slender arms were tied to the head of the bed.

He is crying.

Crying so much that even the tear mole trembled with the instigation of the eyelashes, and the mouth that could not utter a serious word on weekdays was so hoarse that he couldn't hear clearly, as if he was calling his own name.

"Zi Yang... Please..."

What do you ask him for?

It turns out that the regent will also beg for mercy.

After a long period of silence, it seems that a game of self has finally been completed.

The sky outside the window was gray and white.

Yan Rong leaned against the bed, exhaled a deep breath, lowered her eyes as if loathing herself, let her fingers hold the things in her trousers, and clenched her teeth tightly when she was about to arrive.

But still let out two words of impatience: "Zhuhe..."

Zhu He, who was sitting in Yandu Hualou, immediately sneezed twice.

The voice was so loud that the oiran who was singing in the room stopped performing, and looked at Zhuhe with a pair of beautiful eyes: "...Is the guest a cold?"

Zhuhe was afraid of being recognized by others.

It's not because it's not good to hear the rumors about going to the flower house, it's just because they are afraid that others will not even dare to open the shop when they see the regent king.

Zhu He hurriedly pushed up the mask that had already covered most of his face.

Oiran: "..."

The beautiful oiran sister may have never been insulted like this before, so she played the qin: "But the smell of powder on the servant's body stole the guest officer?"

Zhuhe waved his hands again and again: "No, no! The girl smells so sweet, how could she be choking!? It's my own problem!"

When he was eating and drinking in the safari park, he would make girls happy. Not only could he make fun of his breeders, but he could also make fun of tourists. From a 70-[-]-year-old lady to a [-]-[-]-year-old girl, he has never failed.

In the next second, Zhuhe took out a jadeite hairpin from his sleeve, and sent it towards the oiran with raised eyebrows: "The weather in Yandu has been bad recently, which scared the girl. The jade hairpin is for a beauty, this is for you, don't be angry, okay?"

The emerald hairpin is very well carved, and the water head is even better, even if you look for it, you can't find a second one.

Similarly, although half of his face is covered, Zhu He's exposed eyes are still very attractive, and it is obvious at a glance that they are not ordinary.

Immediately, Huakui became happy again, walked into Zhuhe's side, and said in a soft voice: "Young master, why do you come here with your face, but you don't like the girls in our workshop?"

Zhu He hurriedly said: "Of course not, the girls are all talented and beautiful, how can I not like it?"

Hua Kui sat a little closer, and half took Zhuhe's arm: "But my lord, isn't it a lot of fun to cover your face?"

Zhuhes usually come to Hualou just to listen to the music and amuse themselves, and have not thought about anything else: "Oh, what fun?"

The oiran smiled shyly and timidly: "You cover your face, even if the servant wants to feed you... Also, is it possible that you also cover your face when the servant serves you at night?"

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe pondered for a second, and the first thing he thought of was that people and cranes have different paths.

Although he is pretending to be a person now... But I don't know if it will be useful or not.

What if the ability of this body is determined according to the ability of the body...

Doesn't his ability still stay in his infancy? !

Thinking of his bright yellow hair and small beak, Zhuhe's magnificent and passionate heart was already half cold, and the remaining half was ready to go back and try to see if it would cool down.

Yes, you have to try, you have to find someone to try.

Find someone with a strict tone, who doesn't talk too much, even if he is small, he doesn't dislike it. After the trial, it is best to analyze and make progress together with him.

Who should I find...

He He thought.

Before thinking about the result, the door was knocked from outside.

Later, De Zhuang walked in from the door, leaned over to Zhuhe helplessly, and said in a low voice, "My lord, General Lou just came with an urgent order."

The military situation was urgent, so Zhuhe had no choice but to go out of the room with Dezhuang and unfold the letter paper.

Lou Cang's letters are as concise as ever, and the uninhibited font seems to come out of the paper at any time.

[See Xin'an.Recently, I have led troops to crusade against Xiping and Jurchen, and they have gained a lot. They have all been loaded into cars and sent to Yandu, and they will arrive soon. 】

[Recently, there has been a lot of snow in southern Xinjiang. Thinking that you are afraid of the cold and don’t know what the weather is like in Yandu, pay attention to adding clothes. 】

[New Year's Day is approaching, I have ordered people to pack their luggage, and in two months, I will be able to celebrate the New Year with you. 】

[Thinking very much. 】

Sui is eight hundred miles urgent, but the paper used is not like the usual military paper.

Zhu He read the entire letter blankly, folded it and stuffed it back into the envelope.

De Zhuang waited for a while, but he didn't see Zhu He issuing orders, so he couldn't help asking: "Regent, General Lou's military order needs to be issued?"

"no need."

Zhu He dug out the paper and read it again, and said in a tangled way, "It says that he defeated two unlucky countries and won, and a lot of spoils went to the Prince Regent's House. Then he asked me if I was cold, and said If you want to come back for the New Year, it will be gone."

Dezhuang: "..."

Zhuhe wondered if there was any mechanism in the letter, read it from various angles, and said angrily: "I have to write a letter for such a trivial matter, the big man is really sloppy!"

Dezhuang: "..."

Zhu He rolled the paper into balls, then seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up: "Tsk, there it is!"

Dezhuang: "?"

Zhu He seemed to have uncovered a big secret, and pulled De Zhuang: "How do you think General Lou is? Is his tone strict? How much talk? Can you keep the secret? I think he will not laugh at Yu people?"

Since Lou Cang can be honored as "War God", Lou Cang's status in the hearts of Dali people is naturally high.

De Zhuang didn't understand why the prince asked such a question, but he still said truthfully: "My lord has learned a lesson. General Lou is an upright person and never forms a party for personal gain. Although he is young, he hasn't seen the general too many times, but the general really doesn't talk much."

"Great!"

Zhu He slapped his legs and happily made a decision, "It's him! Try it first!"

De Zhuang always felt that every time he saw the prince's expression, it was nothing good, so he asked more cautiously: "Regent... General Lou, what's wrong?"

"No, it's a good thing. How could this king harm him?"

Zhu He was not ashamed, and said confidently, "Go and write him a letter, saying that this king misses him very much, so let him come back quickly, or this king will miss him to death." .Do you understand?"

Dezhuang: "..."

De Zhuang answered yes with a stiff face, and left numbly.

At the same time, in a Buddhist temple in the middle of the mountain in Jiangbei.

With the spread of floods, famines and plagues, the prosperous incense in the past gradually became colder. The monks were busy, not only taking care of the patients who came to the temple for medical treatment, but also reciting the Ksitigarbha over and over again to save the dead; Go to the streets to give gruel to the victims.

The ever-burning lamps in the temple were still on, and the prayer wheels circled around the pillars, making the temple seem extremely quiet.

And in the deepest part of the Buddhist temple, the abbot of the temple is bowing and closing a door, telling the little novice who sweeps the courtyard: "Except for burning incense on time every day, don't disturb the rest of the immortal master, remember."

The little novice was very obedient, and said cleverly: "Understood, it's just a daily fast..."

The people inside the door seem to have heard this sentence, and a cold voice came out through the door: "No need."

The little novice and the abbot were startled, turned around and bowed to the room, and left the courtyard cautiously.

There was only one person left in the huge empty room.

Xiang Jin had already changed out of the pure white Buddhist scripture robe on his body, revealing the ink-colored undershirt under the Buddhist scripture robe.

There are hidden golden threads swimming on the ink, outlining the appearance of ancient mythical beasts.

Xiang Jin sat down on the bamboo table in the center of the room, paused for a long time, and took out a beautifully framed picture scroll from his wide sleeve.

His movements were extremely slow and gentle, as if he was afraid of breaking even a trace of the lines.

The picture scroll slowly unfolded on the table.

The person in the painting is dressed in white, with a tall and thin body, half turned sideways, revealing the tear mole under his left eye, and a contemptuous smile——

And a pair of slightly unfolded, unparalleled black wings.

Xiangjin's breathing stopped for a few seconds.

"Wanting Emperor Tianzun in the district, how can you match you..."

He stretched out his hand, and stroked the cheek of the person in the painting with his fingertips: "Ahe... I have been waiting for you."