The Regent is not dead yet

Little prince, the firepower is strong, and the bed warmer is even better.

Zhuhe slept until five o'clock, and his body's natural biological clock woke up.

He glanced out the window, it was still dark.

Just as he was about to sleep again, he saw a candle burning on the desk behind the screen, and through the hanging pearl curtain, he could vaguely see the hand holding the brush writing something on the desk.

It was only then that Zhu He remembered the homework he had assigned to His Highness the Crown Prince before going to bed last night.

Although the memorabilia was indeed a little too much...But Zhu He never expected that the little prince could stay up all night, making it look like he abused a minor.

Fortunately, there was no law on the protection of minors in ancient times.

Zhuhe stretched his waist in a strange posture, lifted the quilt, put on shoes and socks, and wrapped it in a cloak, so fully armed, he was still shivering from the cold when he got out of bed.

So why don't humans grow hair? !

Isn't it nice to be fluffy? !

Aren't they cold?

Zhu He cursed in his heart for 3 minutes, then walked to Yan Rong's side very depressed.

Probably for refreshment, the window on the side of the desk was not closed, and the rustling wind blew straight in from the outside, making the cranes want to throw out the unfortunate little prince and the memorial on the table.

Yan Rong had noticed Zhu He a long time ago. He put down the pen in his hand, showed a very natural smile, and said modestly like a gentleman: "Uncle Emperor, good morning."

Hehe, at such a young age, he is very good at changing faces.

Zhuhe folded his hands, and condescendingly glanced at the handwriting on Yan Rong's memorial: "Have you finished reading it?"

Yan Rong bowed to Zhuhe: "Ziyang is not as capable as the emperor's uncle. I only read it briefly. Do you want the emperor to see it in person?"

Zhuhe didn't bother to look at these things, so he raised his eyes and said, "Go and close the window."

Yan Rong got up and closed the window.

Zhuhe sat down at the table like a master, with resentment all over his body, seeing Yan Rong turn around and come back, he immediately looked for trouble and asked, "What's your highness the crown prince's opinion on these memorabilia last night?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Yan Rong's eyes very quickly.

Not to mention that this was the first time in the two years since Zhu He came to the court that he asked himself to give instructions. In the past countless times, whenever Yan Rong tried to ask about politics, the regent would always use various reasons to shirk his refusal.

However, the late emperor's edict held the regent high above him, and he monopolized military power. Both the ministers of the court and the prince himself had a hard time, and it was difficult to move forward.

Yan Rong restrained his expression, and stood cautiously in front of the cranes: "I will divide the memorials into three categories. The famine in the north of the Yangtze River is urgent. This is the first category. It should be dealt with as soon as possible to prevent it from causing disaster; the imperial examination scores have been issued, and the imperial examination will be entered immediately." , this is the second category, and..."

Zhuhe raised his head, "Are you going to have a palace exam?"

Yan Rong said: "Uncle Emperor, the direction of the calendar is set around the vernal equinox, have you forgotten?"

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe remembered how the palace examination was done in TV dramas before. All the people who came in were talents, and their small mouths were very nice.

But he is a little crane who can carry geese on his back!

What can he ask?

Zhu He immediately said without blushing: "I'm too busy these days. So, this year's palace examination will be presided over by you, Rong, how about it?"

Yan Rong was taken aback.

Every year the imperial examination is a moment of power struggle between the DPRK and China. Zhu He let him live in and preside over this imperial examination, which is equivalent to giving him the opportunity to cultivate his own power.

Seeing that there was no answer, Zhu He became impatient: "Yan Rong?"

Perhaps because of his habit of being in a high position, the regent's voice was full of arrogance and arrogance that seemed inherent in him, especially when he called someone's name.

Yan Rong regained consciousness, and said softly: "Follow the emperor's uncle's orders."

The Dali Dynasty is divided into two types: the Great Dynasty and the Small Dynasty. The Small Dynasty is once every three days, and it is mostly used to solve trivial matters between officials; the Great Dynasty is once every seven days. Enter the palace to meet the saint.

Today happens to be the Great Dynasty.

As usual, the golden chariot entered the inner and outer palace gates proudly, and headed all the way to the Chongde Hall.

Zhu He pretended to be asleep with his eyes closed, pretending not to see the sight that the little prince next to him cast from time to time.

It may be that the body has adapted to the new environment, or it may be due to adequate rest.

Just as he got on the chariot, Zhuhe finally felt the aura of the demon core in his body.

Although it is not as powerful as before, it shouldn't be a problem to kill a few people.

Then make a question according to the original book.

It is known that the little prince, the little prince's think tank, and the little prince's pursuit team have a total of one, two, three, four, five, and six people who will find ways to kill themselves in the future.

And there are auxiliary conditions. At present, the hatred value of the little prince is full, the level of the think tank is unknown, and the pursuit team is on the way.

May I ask, should Hehe fight back first?

Zhuhe opened his eyes—if this book also talks about the son of luck, if he kills the little prince, will the whole world collapse.

Moreover, the opponent is too weak.

Zhuhe sighed for a long time, and decided to try to be a human being first. Anyway, there is food and drink, and he will slip away when he feels bored.

If you don't live, just try to be happy.

Besides, killing is not good, maybe one day I will become a fairy and become a fairy?

The ministers who came to court in the Chongde Hall had already stood up in an orderly manner.

Zhu He led Yan Rong through the pure gold steps step by step, sat down beside the dragon chair, and looked around calmly: "Did the Grand Tutor come to court?"

Yan Rong said: "Master Tai Tuo has not recovered from the injury from the fall, and I have handed over the paperwork today."

Zhuhe understood: "Succeed, then let the Tai Tuo rest at home for a few more years before coming back. I won't be angry with my king every day."

What else did Yan Rong have to say.

Zhuhe didn't give him a chance, and said boldly: "The famine in the north of the Yangtze River and the imperial examination, I have given the crown prince full power to deal with it. What else do you want to say?"

Yan Rong: "?"

Minister of the DPRK and China: "?"

For a while.

Only then did the ceremonial officer stand up: "Regent, the Beidi mission has arrived and is waiting outside now. Do you want to announce their audience?"

Although the original book basically mentions the cannon fodder regent briefly, but there is indeed such a plot.

The regent is violent, moody and self-respecting as a mercenary. In the past two years, Dali's iron hooves have stepped on many territories, not only making life difficult for the neighbors, but also dragging down many of his own people.

This time it was said to be a mission, but in fact it was just a proton sent by the small country for the sake of stability.

It's just that this proton's identity is unusual, and he is a potential stock in the prince's pursuit group.

In the near future.

The third prince of Beidi is about to avenge his humiliation, ascend to the top, inherit the throne, and write a good story with the little prince.

Wonderful!

Zhu He said impatiently: "Xuan."

Beidi advocates the art of witchcraft, and wears more ethnic styles, with witch pattern silver ornaments on the head crown and shoulders.

A group of seven members of the mission entered the hall to salute, and thought that the head of the mission had the most outstanding facial features.

The man looked only in his twenties, and his clothes made him look even better. He raised his head with a smile: "The third prince of Beidi, Wu Yu, has met the regent, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Zhu He glanced at Yan Rong from the corner of his eye, but didn't find any flashes of excitement, so he said disappointedly: "The third prince is really a good-looking talent, and the boat and the car are exhausting. Tomorrow, the king will hold a banquet in the mansion, and I hope the third prince will appreciate it."

Beidi people have a deep outline, and Wu Yu's facial features are even more heroic. When he spoke, his eyebrows and eyes were a little affectionate: "Thank you, the regent. Wu Yu also prepared a small gift. I want to send it to you after the court meeting. I wonder if it is possible." ?”

can.

Why not.

Idle is also idle, just to be able to observe closely how the little prince and his stocks secretly hide their positions out of nothing.

Behind the Chongde Palace is the Imperial Study Room.

Zhu He brought Yan Rong over together: "I don't know what the third prince wants to give this king?"

Beidi's envoy presented a small lacquered box.

Wu Yu took it, smiled at Zhuhe, and said in a low voice: "I heard that men's styles in Dali are popular, and it happens that Beidi is also a little bit into this way. This time, I specially brought you some new ways to play. I hope I can get you in." ..."

"absurd!"

Before Zhuhe could speak, Yan Rong, who was standing beside Zhuhe, stood up with a sullen face, and said sharply, "The imperial study room is a place where political discussions are important, how can you be so wild!"

Wu Yu paused, as if he didn't expect that there was room for Yan Rong to speak.

He glanced at Zhuhe, then raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said ambiguously: "His Royal Highness, the joy of fish and water is a human nature, and there are many interesting things in it. If you..."

"Wu Yu!"

Yan Rong was obviously furious, and raised his hand to call the guards to come in to fetch someone, but Zhu He stopped him.

This young man just doesn't know each other.

Zhu He felt that the matchmaker's light was radiating from his head, and said slowly: "Third Prince, I am quite interested in what you said."

A small silver key opened the case.

Wu Yu took out the contents one by one: "The Regent has a good eye. This horn is carved out of high-quality fat jade. It is about the size of an adult man. It is moist and clear. After infusing it with decoction, it can last for four hours."

Four hours.

From dark to dawn.

Zhuhe couldn't help but looked at Yan Rong with a livid face lovingly: "What's that inside?"

Wu Yu took out the last small porcelain bottle, curled his lips and said, "This is one of the secret medicines of the Beidi court. It doesn't hurt the body, but even if a chaste person gets a drop, it will turn into the most pure medicine on the grassland. The slutty wild horse makes people want to stop..."

Yan Rong's voice seemed to be icy: "Really?"

Wu Yu had already seen that Yan Rong was not worth much at all, so he smiled indifferently and said, "Of course! Does His Royal Highness like it?"

Yan Rong's tone was cold: "Happy, happy."

Zhuhe: "?"

Yan Rong paused for a moment, then added a few more words: "Just based on what the third prince said, how can I believe in the effect of this medicine?"

Wu Yu was stunned for a moment: "His Royal Highness can find someone to try."

Yan Rong sneered, "Isn't the third prince just joking about using a lonely person to test Beidi's medicine?"

Wu Yu frowned: "What is the meaning of His Highness the Crown Prince?"

Yan Rong smiled: "Yigu sees that the medicine brought by the third prince, it is better for the third prince to test the efficacy of the medicine himself. This way Gu and the emperor can feel at ease. What do you think, uncle?"

Zhu He was waiting for him to fight, when suddenly he saw the eyes of both of them on him.

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe couldn't get off the melon, so he had to say: "Since it is harmless to the body, then the third prince will have to suffer. This king promises that you will have no worries. I wonder what type the third prince likes?"

Wu Yu obviously didn't expect that Zhu He would follow Yan Rong's wishes, he was silent for a while, and said coquettishly: "The regent spared my death, so Wu Yu dared to speak out."

Zhu He said: "You say."

The third prince smiled: "Wu Yu has admired you for a long time, if the king is willing to accompany me, no matter how strong the medicine is, Yu will drink it."