The Regent is not dead yet

The regent had long held grudges in the court, and the ministers either wanted to kill him, or were on their way to kill him.

So, in this unspeakable diplomatic time like now—

In the imperial study room, apart from the Beidi mission, all you could see was Dezhuang who followed behind Zhuhe as quietly as a chicken, the guards in the palace, and Yan Rong with an angry face.

Although Zhuhe didn't understand what Yan Rong was angry about.

Maybe...young people are energetic?

But since the third prince of Beidi sincerely made the request, Zhuhe would naturally not refuse.

He looked at the others behind Wu Yu: "Dezhuang, take them down to rest first."

Dezhuang took the order, but the members of the mission seemed hesitant.

Zhuhe raised his chin slightly: "Why, I'm afraid that this king will eat your master?"

Wu Yu also laughed, and looked back at the mission, his eyes and eyebrows were full of wandering: "Bold, why don't you thank En and go out, do you want to stay here and watch the scene?"

The rest of the mission left together.

The displeasure on Yan Rong's face deepened, his lips were tightly pursed, and his handsome face was tense without any expression.

Zhu He clicked his tongue, shook the teacup on the table, and said lazily: "Little Prince, do you want to stay here? Or go back."

Yan Rong was probably raised very well since she was a child, even sitting upright.

He clasped his hands on his knees tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Huang, this is the Imperial Study Room. It is the place where the political affairs of the Dali Dynasty are discussed, and it is the place where the common people live. It is not you, you..."

Zhu He sipped his tea, and licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his colorful tongue: "How is this king?"

Yan Rong's eyes were stained with a bit of cruelty that could not be concealed, and his upbringing prevented him from swearing: "This place is glorious, how can it be obscene!"

"?"

Zhuhe almost choked himself to death with a sip of tea, recovered his breath, and immediately said cheerfully, "That's unfortunate, the prince who has not ascended the throne can't work in the imperial study, but this king... what does this king want to do in the imperial study? Just do."

Just ask if you are angry?

For an instant.

Yan Rong's Xiaojun's face is full of "lonely dirty", "lonely dirty", "lonely hate".

Zhuhe's heart was filled with the joy of a vulgar person, but on the surface he was showing a noble and arrogant air.

He looked at Yan Rong's pale face, gloated and said, "Okay, the emperor likes you so much, why is he willing to be harsh on you? Since His Royal Highness doesn't like it, how about going back to the East Palace to review the memorial first?"

Yan Rong gritted her teeth, and forcibly calmed down after a long while: "No need."

He said: "Since the emperor's uncle likes it, then Gu will also accompany the emperor's uncle to have a look."

Zhu He: "..."

Young people have a strong tolerance.

Zhu He didn't stop him anymore, and turned his gaze back to Wu Yu.

As a high-quality stock in the original text, Wu Yu is quite outstanding in terms of facial features and body shape.

Although he grew up in Beidi and had a flirtatious nature, after meeting his true love, the little prince, there has never been such a tiger-wolf incident as staying overnight with the imperial court.

There are so many people in the night...

After all, Zhu He had no experience in life before, so he couldn't hold back his curiosity, and his gaze drifted downward.

It's a pity that the cloth is tightly covered.

Zhu He had no choice but to say in disappointment: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is young, and this king will take him to see the world. The Third Prince has been waiting for a long time."

Wu Yu's gaze lingered on Zhuhe unceremoniously: "The regent assists the crown prince well, and it is Yu's honor to wait for you."

Zhuhe was coaxed happily, and his eyebrows and eyes were raised: "The third prince can really talk. But there is an old saying in Dali, it is better to do well than to speak well."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the moon white porcelain bottle in Wu Yu's hand.

The third prince readily lifted the cork of the porcelain bottle, and said calmly, "Naturally. But after the medicine takes effect, Your Majesty must not forget Wu Yu."

In Yan Rong's eyes as cold as a knife.

Zhu He watched Wu Yu pour the medicine into his mouth with a smile.

Soon, the effect of the medicine appeared.

The faint red stained Wu Yu's skin, and the bloodshot eyes floated out. He reached out and pulled off the clothes on his upper body, revealing his broad and firm chest and eight-pack abs.

A black lone wolf was tattooed on Wu Yu's chest, howling.

The overly rapid drug effect made Wu Yu extremely thirsty.

He took two steps forward, approached Zhuhe, then stopped in front of Zhuhe, and curled his lips: "My lord, can I drink your water?"

The king obviously didn't call it Dali, but Zhuhe didn't correct him.

Instead, Zhu He handed over the cup of tea he had just drunk——

Only halfway through, Yan Rong slapped him to the ground.

Yan Rong's expression was gloomy, and he apologized without sincerity: "Uncle Emperor, I slipped alone."

Say it.

Yan Rong personally poured a cup and stuffed it into Wu Yu's hand.

Wu Yu drank it all in one gulp, raised his hand and dropped the cup, then bent down towards Zhu He.

The distance between the two is getting closer.

There was a faint herbal smell on Wu Yu's body, as if it had been soaked for a long time.

Just when they were about to kiss on the lips.

Zhuhe bent his lips and smiled, stretched out his hand like a cat, and pushed the person away from his side: "The medicine brought by the third prince is really extraordinary, I am very happy."

The effect of the medicine became more and more unbearable with the passage of time.

Even the corners of Wu Yu's eyes turned red: "What does this mean, Your Majesty?"

Zhu He stood up and said leisurely: "Third Prince, according to the rules of the Dali, you should call me the Regent."

Wu Yu wanted to catch up, but his whole body was hot and dry.

Logically speaking, the amount he drank just now should not be so unbearable.

In order not to lose control in court, Wu Yusheng stopped his movements: "The regent...has he repented?"

To avoid the taboo of the emperor, the official robe of the regent is black, with rivers, rivers, lakes and seas as the scenery, and six golden dragons embroidered on it.

now.

Zhuhe poked out his slender and slender fingers from the black sleeves, nodded Wu Yu's lips frivolously, and said slyly: "His Royal Highness the third prince is wrong. Think about it yourself, has this king promised you anything?"

Wu Yu's whole body was scorching hot, but the fingers that stuck it seemed to have no warmth.

One touch away.

He subconsciously wanted to take possession again, but Yan Rong behind him tapped twice on his left and right shoulders and fixed him in place.

Having played enough, Zhuhe was about to retire when he was done, so he straightened up when he was pulled by his sleeves.

At this time, it is obviously not Wu Yu who can pull his sleeves.

Zhu He turned his head casually: "What advice does His Royal Highness have?"

Yan Rong accidentally met Zhu He's eyes, and quickly looked away: "The third prince of Beidi..."

"Oh, I leave it to you, find a way to help him solve it."

Zhu He pulled back his sleeves and said casually, "Also, the visitor is a guest, don't bully others while the third prince is drinking the medicine, wait and let him go. If you don't let him move, how will he play on the bed?"

Yan Rong: "..."

After leaving room for potential stocks and the little prince, Zhuhe left happily.

Dezhuang had already handed over the other guests of the Beidi Mission to the palace people to settle down, and waited outside the door of the imperial study for Zhu He to come out: "My lord, are you going back now?"

Zhu He had never visited the palace before, he looked at the sky and said, "There is no rush."

When Emperor Zong was in power, he had few heirs. When he died, he ordered the funeral of his concubine who had nothing to do. This sacrifice killed most of the harem.

In addition, Crown Prince Yanrong's mother and concubine are neither queens nor empress dowagers, so they stay behind closed doors for most of the time. Although they are still in charge of the harem, there are only a few small soldiers left in the harem.

It's not time for dinner yet, the palace looks empty, but the plum blossoms in the imperial garden are in full bloom.

The late emperor was so overjoyed that since he ascended the throne, the imperial garden has been expanded six times, and more than half of the garden has been filled with exotic herbs alone, not to mention the mediocrity and vulgarity.

Even in the depths of winter, the entire imperial garden is still verdant and verdant.

There is also more than a single variety of plum blossoms. The three colors of white, red and pink blend together, and they have been carefully cared for at first sight.

The environment is too quiet, even the slightest sound can easily enter the ear.

Zhuhe listened carefully for a while, and asked strangely, "Dezhuang, is anyone chanting scriptures?"

De Zhuang was a little dazed, and then seemed to remember something, and said timidly: "Back... back to the prince, I heard from my brothers in the palace before, that the late emperor seems to have locked up a monk here."

Zhuhe: "?"

Does Monk Jinwuzang have any special hobbies?

Seeing Zhuhe's delicate expression, Dezhuang hurriedly shook his head: "No...not a monk. He is very young, and seems to be an eminent monk, but the result of his calculation made...the first emperor very unhappy, so he locked him up."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe sighed: "Dezhuang, although I used to like to chop people's sticks for fun, I don't like that now. Speak well and don't shake, I won't punish you."

De Zhuang immediately knelt down: "Thank you, my lord, for your kindness!"

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe gave up and said, "Tell me, what's his name?"

De Zhuang took a breath in a low voice: "My lord, no... I don't know. The palace guards who imprison him are changed every month, but he seems to be a prime minister."

Quite a rare surname.

Zhuhe didn't intend to spy on the secrets of the deep palace, and took Dezhuang happily for a stroll around the garden, enjoying the happiness that modern society can't experience to himself, and then went back to the imperial study room and ordered an imperial meal, ready to eat and return home.

Night had just fallen.

Zhu He, who was full and full, had not had time to digest his food when he was startled by the little eunuch who crawled into the imperial study.

De Zhuang happened to be acquainted with the little eunuch, and he was afraid that the regent would be upset and cut him off, so he immediately yelled, "Are you blind, aren't you? The regent dares to charge!"

Laixi slammed his knees on the ground with a muffled sound, knocked his head several times, and raised his face dripping with blood, "I dare not! Regent, please go and see His Royal Highness, the imperial physicians have already passed away! Your Highness is afraid... I am afraid it is..."

Zhu He was so scared that he dozed off: "What's the matter?"

De Zhuang went over to help the little eunuch with good eyesight.

Then Laixi cried and said: "Regard...the regent, His Royal Highness... After the prince left the imperial study, he went to settle down the third prince of Beidi. He was about to have dinner when he passed out suddenly. Then he started The high fever does not go away..."

Zhu He said: "What did the imperial doctor say?"

Laixi was dying from crying, and wiped away her tears: "The imperial doctors said that His Royal Highness's illness is like poisoning, but after looking through the classics, they couldn't find a poison that could match..."

Zhu He frowned: "Understood, this king will go there now."