The Regent is not dead yet

Yan Rong is not in Yandu, and Shen Meiren is not in Yandu, Zhu He's daily happiness is reduced a lot.

Although he can go to Weiyang Palace to play with Wu Yu, but he dislikes Wu Yucai's calcium gas, and always thinks about things between men and men, but Zhuhe doesn't like to mess with men, so he is often not happy to go to Weiyang. to the palace.

The Hualou in Yandu has already been visited by Zhu He, and the oirans all expressed their great welcome to Zhu He, a young man who only spends money and does not sleep. After trying his own skills, he went to battle, and was so angry that he was bored at home for two days, and rejoined the ranks of listening to Pingtan with the old man and the old lady.

Another bright and clear day.

Zhu He ate breakfast in the Prince Regent's Mansion, began to sleep, ate lunch, continued to sleep, slept until the afternoon and finally got up unbearably: "Come here, prepare the horse for the king, the king wants to go out for a walk!"

At this time, Kayaner is often on duty, and soon someone came in and smiled at Zhuhe: "Okay, I don't know where the prince wants to go?"

Zhu He was only wearing his inner clothes, he lifted the quilt and rolled over from the bed.

He grabbed two handfuls of hair irritably, and was about to speak, when he looked up and saw that Kayan'er had changed into a brand new dress, which was not like the usual coarse cloth, but silk instead.

In addition, Kayan'er himself is very good-looking, and with a brocade, the whole person immediately looks a little brighter, which is amazing.

Although she is a little taller, it's okay, there is no one in the world that stipulates that a girl's family cannot grow tall.

Zhuhe likes pretty beauties, and his mood immediately improved a lot: "New clothes?"

Kayan'er lowered her eyes slightly, and walked around in front of Zhuhe with a smile, her clothes fluttering: "Sister Zhang in the kitchen gave me a piece of material, so I made it. Does it look good?"

Zhu He was very supportive: "Naturally. There is nothing unsightly about the person this king likes."

Kayan'er's eyebrows are not typical of Dali people's appearance, and his pupils are even rare blue. However, after returning with Zhuhe for a few days, he has already gained a high degree of discussion and the hearts of many young men in the palace.

He seemed extremely happy to be praised by Zhuhe, and his thin lips curled into a smile: "It's as long as the prince likes it."

"Of course I like it."

Zhuhe was helped by Kayaner to put on his outer shirt, and looked at the bronze mirror lazily, "If this king doesn't like you, why did he bring you back?"

Kayan Er crowned the black hair of the person in front of him with the ox horn comb he brought back from Yue Slave, as if casually said: "What about the slave family and His Royal Highness, who do you like more?"

Zhuhe didn't answer.

The disappointment in Kayan'er's eyes was completely imprinted in the bronze mirror, and tears welled up in his eyes almost instantly, but he still pretended to be strong and raised the corner of his lower lip: "It's my slave talking nonsense, my lord, don't be angry, my slave knows , how can the slave family be matched with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..."

"Stop, stop."

Zhuhe hated the girl crying the most, so he hurriedly persuaded, "Don't be sad, he is a man, you are a woman, what can you two compare?"

Kayan wiped the corner of his eyes with a flick of his sleeve, a teardrop was about to fall: "But..."

"Hey... why are you crying again?"

Zhuhe pulled Kayan'er's hand down and held it, patted it, and said in a gentle voice, "Think about it, what's so good about that tough man, his clumsy hands and feet, how can he compare to your girl's soft body."

Kayan'er looked down at the hands they were clasping, and calmly squeezed them tighter: "Then, does the prince prefer the slave family?"

"...Yes, yes, I like you more."

Zhu He always said that he was irresponsible, and the extremely skillful scumbag said: "Go and clean up quickly. After cleaning up, I will take you out to play and save a day in the mansion thinking about things."

The interesting places in the entire Yandu have already been dug up by Zhu He, and even the children in the old man's family who talk about Pingtan know everything about it.

No matter how hard Zhuhe tried, he couldn't find any other places to go, so he had to take a long-term view and set out to the lush fields and farms on the outskirts of Yandu.

Wearing them as usual to cover half of his face, Zhu He raised his head and stepped onto the tall horse, and said enthusiastically to Kayan Er who was following him: "Go, I will show you the world of my king."

Kayan: "..."

Kayan'er smiled lowly, raised his whip to catch up with the cranes, and walked alongside his horse: "Thank you, Regent."

As the capital of Dali, the area of ​​Yandu City is naturally not small.

Leading Zhuhe and Kayaner out of the three city gates one after another, the sun is at its peak in the afternoon in the outskirts.

The slanted setting sun sprinkled on the golden rice fields, and the water and grass were luxuriant. The busy people took a rest and sat in the shade of the fields to enjoy their dinner.

It wasn't long before Zhuhe finished his meal, so he didn't feel very hungry, but he was a little thirsty all the way through the horse.

He looked around and saw a farm peddler selling fruit at a fruit stand not far away, so he waved his hand kindly to Kayan Er: "Don't walk around here, my king is going to buy some oranges. .”

Kayan'er followed Zhu He's gaze, and the peddler was not far away, but he was worried that Zhu He would not buy and sell, and was about to go by himself, but saw the people beside him dismounted and walked over with great interest.

Playing in the suburbs, Zhuhe didn't wear the official uniform he usually uses most, only a white shirt casually matched, his slender figure walked forward, the farther away he looked, the thinner he looked.

There are still many people picking fruits in front of the fruit stall, and the herbal tea shop next to the stall seems to be doing very well.

Zhuhe hadn't cultivated the skill of picking fruits, so he picked up a few big and beautiful oranges at random, and came with two more bananas and apples. Just as he was about to pay, his chest suddenly hurt.

It was a very strange pain.

It was as if someone was pulling the heart and trying to tear it apart on both sides, but failed, so the severe pain spread from the source to the internal organs in an instant, and Zhu He almost fell to the ground in pain.

The blood color faded from Zhu He's lips immediately, but it was a pity that the covered face could not be seen clearly.

The shop owner of the fruit stand could only see a pair of very beautiful-eyed customers in front of him frowned tightly, bowed up, the fruit in his hand seemed to be unsteadily scattered, and fell back into the fruit basket again.

The customer seemed to be trying to stabilize his body, and climbed down the edge of the booth with his hands hidden under his white clothes.

The shopkeeper accidentally glanced at it, only to think that the five fingers looked like white jade, probably some wealthy son who had never suffered a bit.

There are still customers waiting to choose from behind, and the store has to do business, so it has to look at Zhu He: "Guest officer, do you want... more fruit?"

Zhu He stiffly supported the edge of the table beside the booth and endured the first wave of severe pain. He gasped for breath with a pale face, and before he could speak, he turned around in a hurry and got out of the crowd. Then disappeared.

The storekeeper was a little worried, so he looked outside a few more times, but he couldn't find the guest officer just now, but saw a tall woman walking in from the crowd.

The woman has a beautiful face and her eyebrows are like waves: "Boss, may I ask where the young man with his face covered just now went?"

Seeing that the woman seemed to be of a foreign race, the shopkeeper was vigilant: "You and that young master..."

"He is a slave husband."

The woman smiled and said again, "We are from Yandu, and we are just newly married."

The store owner was busy with business, so he didn't question him anymore, pointed to the woman in a direction, and said casually: "He's going there, but I think he doesn't feel well, you'd better go and have a look."

After the initial sharp pain passed, the tearing feeling inside gradually evolved into a gnawing dull pain, spreading from the nerves little by little.

Big drops of cold sweat rolled down from Zhuhe's forehead, Zhuhe only had time to avoid the crowd, but before he could go too far, he found himself shrinking, and the trees in front of him instantly became extremely tall .

He panicked, and subconsciously wanted to look down, but couldn't stand still, and rolled forward——and found himself gliding away like a bright yellow fluffy ball for a long time.

Zhu He: "..."

The round and fluffy little crane cub didn't even have time to react. It even rolled and scrambled and stood up from the grass pit with its two little wings flickering. It didn't even bother to comb itself when it saw a The farmer rushed towards him with a group of swaggering big ducks.

Zhuhe: "!!!"

The little crane cub tried its best to flap its wings twice, but found that it was forced to return to its original shape due to something wrong with its own body. Its physical strength was far from as good as before. Still there, just slightly lighter than before.

The incident happened suddenly, Zhuhe couldn't figure out the reason, and didn't have time to figure it out.

The grass between the fields grows taller than all the cranes, and the figure of the young crane is completely submerged in the grass, and only a small group of bright yellow fluff balls can be vaguely seen.

Zhuhe saw Kayan who was following the crowd looking for him from a distance, and quickly looked away.

Hehe was trampled to death by a big duck today!starve!thirsty!I will never let this stupid look be exposed!Don't let the little beauty see it!

The body of the little crane cub stood stiff in the grass, with its head held high and its chest high, and it made a warning "chirp" sound to a group of big ducks and farmers swinging forward.

The farmer really didn't notice the fluffy ball in the grass, and drove the ducks to run forward.

The cranes were so crowded that they staggered and wobbled.

Seeing that the group of damned big ducks was about to leave, he hadn't breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a duck at the end of the line make a long "quack", after successfully attracting the attention of all the ducks in front , The duck's beak was caught in the grass, and the cranes were picked up.

Zhuhe: "!"

The little crane cub didn't even have a long neck, and its body was so light that it was almost fluffy. It was easily held in its mouth by the big duck and swung twice, before being picked up by another duck with great interest.

Zhuhe said angrily: "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp!!!"

Ducks: "Quack quack quack quack!!!"

Zhu He: "..."

Fortunately, Zhuhe's body is a spirit crane, and these stupid ducks won't hurt me too much, except that it's a little embarrassing, the flesh hurts, the feathers fly around, and the ducks squawk a little...

Fart!Hehe is dead!

The farmer who had already walked by finally found the new toy of his ducks. He walked over and pulled out the cranes from a duck's mouth. Baby playing."

Zhu He: "..."

You are the little pheasant!Your whole family is a little bitch!

Zhuhe was so angry that he struggled for a long while, but failed to break free, so he simply gave up struggling, and kicked his legs into the farmer's hands, pretending to be dead.

This outfit was installed in the farmer's home.

The farmer looked at the stiff crane upside down in his hands for a long time, then poked his stomach, tugged at his thin legs, and casually sent him to his son: "Son, daddy picked up a chick for you!" , I don’t know if you’re dead, you can play with it, don’t come to the room to bother your parents tonight, they are busy giving birth to your younger sister, do you understand?”

The little boy joyfully held Zhu He in his arms, went back to his hut and put him on the bed, carefully stroked Zhu He's fur with his chubby little hands: "Little girl, are you cold, are you hungry?" ?”

Zhu He: "..."

The little boy said distressedly: "Daddy said that my ducks have taken a lot of hair from you, will you be bald?"

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe never dreamed that he would eventually meet the same fate as that stupid Haidongqing.

He closed his eyes and pouted straight until dusk, only then did the painful biting sensation in his internal organs dissipate, and his strength gradually returned.

Just in time for the little boy to leave the house for dinner.

Zhuhe sat up in shock from his dying illness, lifted the handkerchief that the child had covered him with as a quilt, moved tentatively, and actually changed from a bright yellow fluffy ball back to a human appearance.

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe breathed a long sigh of relief, got up and moved his body, and after feeling no discomfort, he returned to the little boy's bed, raised his legs, and sat down patiently while playing a little tune.

After about half the time for candle incense, the chubby little boy finally returned to his room, and ran all the way to see his chick, only to find that the cub was gone.

A man with a strange appearance leaned halfway in front of the bed rail, he probably heard footsteps, raised his eyes slightly, and a mole of tears appeared under his eyes.

He said quietly: "I am the Crane God. Your family killed my people. Now I come to avenge him."

The little boy was only seven or eight years old, and he had never seen such a hugely transformed person, let alone someone more beautiful than Zhuhe. Then he fell down: "Brother... Wuhe God, yes, I'm sorry, I didn't kill the chicken on purpose... Wuwuwu, don't kill my father and mother, wuwuwu, kill me..."

Zhu He: "..."

This silly boy is quite honest.

Zhuhe pretended to glance at him: "I never kill. However, if there is a debt, I will take away the ducks who bully my people."

The boy sobbed twice, and wiped it with some reluctance: "Crane, Crane God...can you leave one for me? It's almost Chinese New Year."

Zhuhe's eyes turned: "Okay, then you pay me all your lucky money, and I will keep one and forgive your crimes."

The little boy wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes in grievance, glanced at the house on the other side of the yard, and said cautiously: "Woo... Crane, Lord Crane God, please come with me."

finally.

In his left hand, Zhuhe held all the lucky money that the child had acquired over the years, and in his right hand tied a string of big ducks with their mouths tied up, and walked out of the farmer's house in a big way.

When I returned to the Regent's Palace, I went to the top of the night.

The palace was brightly lit, and the guards stood at the door in unison, with serious expressions on their faces, as if they were going to march outside the Great Wall in the next second.

He led a long string of ducks, and before he got close, Kayan walked out quickly from the door, and with his long legs, he arrived in front of him in a few steps: "Where did the prince go? Why are you only coming back now?"

Zhuhe was taken aback, feeling that Kayan'er's tone of question was a bit different from usual: "My king was walking around casually, and I met a farmer who invited me to be a guest."

Kayan'er naturally didn't believe it, but he didn't point it out: "Then this duck..."

When Zhu He mentioned this bunch of ducks, he was full of anger: "Let the kitchen pluck all the feathers of these ducks and bald them. If you don't kill them, let them run naked!"

Kayan: "..."

Kayan Er never refuted Zhuhe's thoughts, reached out to take the ducks, and touched Zhuhe with his fingers: "Regent, are you injured?"

Zhuhe raised his hand and looked, he may have been injured by rolling around on the ground a few times, his forearm was broken in several pieces, and the blood stained on the white clothes all the way back, leaving a large mark.

Kayan Er accompanied Zhu He back to the master bedroom, opened his sleeves, and took out a porcelain bottle: "This medicine is specially made by Moon Slave, it may hurt a little, but the effect is very good, the prince bears with it."

Zhuhe was most afraid of pain, so he immediately pulled his arm back: "Forget it, I won't bleed after a while. Put away the bath water. I'm so sleepy, I need to wash and go to sleep."

Kayan'er seemed a little anxious: "My lord..."

"It's okay, don't worry."

Zhuhe coaxed a few words with great carelessness, "This king knows that you care about yourself, this hurts a little thing, it doesn't hurt, be good."

In the end, Kayaner still didn't persuade Zhuhe, and when he went to make the hot water in the hot spring soup, and then came back to call for someone, the person who was still making a fuss just now was already huddled on the beauty couch, with downcast eyes and small eyes. Snoring.

The voice was very low, and the whole person was curled up in a small ball, not at all domineering as usual.

During this period of time, his lips were often glowing with an abnormal bluish-white color, as if he had not slept soundly, and even his brows were tightly furrowed.

Look at the beauty under the light.

Kayan Er gently sat down in front of the couch, put the scattered hair of the cranes behind his ears, and said softly: "The Regent?"

no respond.

Kayan'er stretched out his finger, gently brushed across the cheek of the person in front of him, and then touched his lips: "Zhuhe."

The lips are soft and inviting.

Kayan'er poked his finger inward again, brought out a trace of silver thread, smiled lowly, and put his finger on his lips: "It's so sweet."

It's time to change shifts, and Dezhuang is always on duty at night.

Hearing the sound of footsteps outside already entering the yard, Kayan'er stood up in disappointment, stroked the long black hair of the cranes, and was about to leave, but his movements stopped.

The hand caressing the hairs of Zhu He stopped for a moment, then flicked it lightly—and grabbed a feather from it.

The feathers were different from the duck feathers brought back by the regent himself. They were bright yellow in color, fluffy and soft, as if they had fallen from a cub.

Kayan'er smiled helplessly, turned around to help Zhuhe tuck up the quilt, and sighed softly: "I don't know where I went to play, I'm so tired."

The moon is getting darker.

The alpaca in the stable was gagged again, and could only kick its legs continuously to show its anger.

Kayan'er is obviously in a good mood today, even looking at the alpaca is pleasing to the eye: "Did you find it?"

"Return to the young master, I have already set off to look for it."

The man in night clothes knelt on the ground and said earnestly, "The young master is the last blood of the royal family. Once found, the ancient kingdom of Loulan will surely be revived and regain its glory!"

Kayan Er didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't see much excitement on his face. Instead, he said: "Prince Yan Rong is a waste, send people from Jiangbei to help him."

The man was stunned: "Young master, this is our great cause..."

"Stupid, Yan Rong can't ascend the throne, so let the regent always control the court?"

Kayaner lowered his head and glanced at the man as if looking at a dead man, "Only by supporting the crown prince and adding to the civil strife, can we take advantage of this opportunity. Only when the regent has no power, can I..."

The man was a little unclear: "Is it possible to kill the regent?"

Kayan'er sneered, and disappeared into the stable with a flick of his figure.

When I got up the next day, Zhuhe was a good crane again.

The discomfort and pain in the body has disappeared without a trace, as if it has never appeared before.

So the regent began to be a demon from early in the morning: "Dezhuang, how is my favorite little prince?"

De Zhuang put Zhuhe in court clothes calmly, and said: "His Royal Highness has not come back, but the spies who followed the palace reported that the governor of Jiangbei seemed to intend to prevent His Highness from helping the victims, and did not send His Highness and Xueshi Shen to the disaster area. , just procrastinating."

Zhuhe let out a fuss and sighed: "Oh, my dear dear baby Arong is really suffering, this king really loves me."

Dezhuang: "..."

Zhuhe finished his hypocrisy, and said again: "How is the most heroic, mighty, handsome and pleasant general of the king?"

De Zhuang pressed the regent's crown on Zhuhe's neck, and straightened it: "The letter from the lord urging the general to come back was sent out a few days ago, and it must take some days to reply."

Zhuhe sighed, and was about to speak, but heard a servant rushing in and said: "Regent, the crown prince is begging to see him, but the guards at the gate can't stop him, and he is almost in your courtyard!"

Zhuhe: "?"

What a good thing, he was idle and bored, and someone delivered it to his door.

Zhuhe asked Dezhuang to open the door, and from a distance, he saw the old man with white beard, whom he had not seen for a long time, walking towards him with a bald walking stick.

The old man probably had bad legs and feet, and he stumbled when he crossed the threshold. Thanks to Dezhuang's support, he didn't perform a fall in place like before.

Zhuhe asked De Zhuang to come over and knock him on the back, and took a sip of tea leisurely: "What's the matter? Mr. Tai Tuo is not resting well at home, so he came to make trouble with this king?"

The clothes on the old matriarch's body were all old clothes, with a miserable face, pointing at the tip of Zhu He's nose, he said: "The old man knows that he should die long ago! I am not afraid of death! From His Royal Highness to Jiangbei, all courts and ceremonies in the palace stopped, and the people There is no way to redress grievances, and officials have nothing to do! Regent, you are worthy of the late emperor! You are worthy of the people!"

Zhuhe chewed a piece of candied fruit, and said sincerely: "If the Tai Tuo comes to ask me, please tell me your central idea directly. If you come to scold me, I will order someone to throw you out now."

Old Madam Fu: "..."

"The calendar is unfortunate! The calendar is unfortunate!"

The old matriarch was trembling with anger, and the crutches in his hands trembled, "The old minister Zhou Cheng, the governor of Jiangbei, has heard that he is a greedy and lustful person with a pig's brain. The crown prince and Xueshi Shen have been here for several days. Dragging it in the mansion, it is impossible to go to the ward!"

Zhuhe said in a daze: "That is the crown prince's incompetence, what has it to do with this king?"

"The late emperor entrusted the crown prince to you, how can you be so irrelevant?!"

The Taifu was furious, and his mouth with several teeth bared trembled for a long time: "Old minister... I implore the Regent to order the old minister to go to Jiangbei to help the prince relieve the disaster and save the people, so as to comfort... the world."

"you?"

Zhu He raised his head, "Yes."

The old lady Fu breathed a sigh of relief, Zhuhe added another sentence: "The king can agree with you to go, but you have to bring a few words for the king."

"What?"

Zhuhe thought for a while: "Well... you tell Arong for this king, since he is so useless, why not come back earlier to warm up this king's bed, this king is greedy for his body, sleepless alone, and unbearably lonely."

Old Madam Fu: "!!!"

The crutches in the Taifu's hands were raised, and the whole person took a few steps back, as if he almost carried it away: "Absurd! Absurd! You are so shameless! Brazen! Old man, old man..."

The poor old lady Fu didn't bring it up in one breath, and finally passed out.

Zhu He clicked his tongue, and said to De Zhuang: "Going to Jiangbei like this? You will die halfway. Hurry up and send him to the Imperial Hospital, and ask the imperial doctor to give the old man an extra bed, so that he can go more in the future."

Dezhuang: "..."

De Zhuang hesitated for a while, but still said: "Your Majesty, if it is true what the Taifu said, His Highness the Crown Prince..."

Zhuhe said irresponsibly: "Of course I will send a strong laborer. It just so happens that the king is not pleasing to Wu Yu these days, so let him take my sword and chop off the governor of Jiangbei." It's over."