The Regent is not dead yet

Zhuhe didn't care how long the people outside waited, and soaked comfortably in the hot spring soup for a long time, until he felt drowsiness welling up, then rubbed his eyes, leaned half of his body out of the soup pool, Sansan slowly called out: "Dezhuang? Come in and help me get dressed."

A word came out, and after waiting for a while, no one came.

Zhuhe would never get angry over such a trivial matter, guessing that Dezhuang might have fallen asleep outside, so he walked out of the hot spring naked, went to the pool to pick up the bathrobe he had prepared before, and took it with him Putting it on his body, he walked out of the hot spring without even wearing a belt.

The water on his body is still not dry, and the water on his black hair rolled down from the bathrobe along the body line and onto the bamboo floor, leaving a wet foot with every step he took. print.

The footprints were extremely light and shallow, just a faint circle of water marks.

It's like the person who left the footprints is as light as a feather and can fly away at any time.

Zhuhe held up the corner of his long bathrobe to wipe his steamy hair very carelessly, while humming a ditty that was out of tune.

Because the corner of the bathrobe on his body was incorrectly used as a hair towel, most of it was lifted up, revealing the slender legs and a slender waist of the man under the bathrobe.

——It was falling into the eyes of Yan Rong who was sitting in the inner hall.

Maybe it's because he hasn't suffered much since he came back from Nanjiang last time. The regent's skin is almost extremely fair, even revealing an unhealthy paleness. When he looked over suddenly, the waistline looked slimmer than a woman's point.

Along the man's legs are a pair of ankles that can be held by one hand. Perhaps because the skin is too thin, it seems that you can vaguely see the faint blue veins under the feet.

For some reason, Yan Rong suddenly felt a little thirsty.

Zhu He, who was washed white and clean, didn't look at the inner hall at all, but admired himself seriously all the way.

Start with the beautiful and plump feet, see the well-shaped leg bones, look at the waist without a trace of fat, and finally touch my face feeling good about myself.

Just as he was about to feel that he was the most beautiful crane in the world...then he saw Yan Rong sitting at the table.

Zhu He: "..."

I feel that Hehe's good looks have been challenged.

Zhuhe threw away the corner of the bathrobe he was holding in his hand to wipe his hair, and the corner of the robe hung down again, covering the place where he should not be exposed in an instant.

then

He grabbed two handfuls of hair and felt that it was still dry, but he could only let it go for the time being.

Thinking about it carefully, it can be considered that he cheated the little prince just to mess with Lou Cang.

Although Lou Cang still didn't get it in the end, it was rare for Zhu He to have a little extra patience with Yan Rong.

He walked over and sat down at the table, took the teapot on the table casually, poured himself a cup, thought for a while, poured another cup for Yan Rong, and said, "Why are you here at this time?"

Although he is only 16 years old, but it may be because of his royal genes, Yan Rong has become so tall recently that he is already half a head taller than Zhu He.

When the two of them sat down, looking at it from Yan Rong's point of view, they happened to be able to see Zhuhe's whole body without showing any signs of expression.

He looked down at Zhuhe in silence for a long while, then stretched out his hand, took the cup of tea that Zhuhe poured just now, drank half a cup, and felt that his thirst seemed to be better...it didn't seem to be any better at all, but there was something Things are burning more and more intensely.

Yan Rong didn't look away hastily like countless times in the past, but looked at it for a long time, and then said calmly: "I just think that I have to go out tomorrow, and I am a little worried about Uncle Huang."

Zhu He: "..."

Tsk, this little brat might really have the potential of a virgin.

Zhu He asked himself that he couldn't be as calm as Yan Rong, who was as calm as a mountain without wind and rain, and could smile at his enemies, and said with sincere admiration: "Nanjiang has a long journey, and after you come back from this trip, you will definitely become a great weapon." .”

Yan Rong smiled: "Does the emperor also hope to become a master alone?"

"That's natural."

Zhu He didn't care about Yan Rong's future in the slightest, and he said the same thing, "A Rong is the most important thing in the heart of the emperor. Of course, the emperor wishes you well."

Yan Rong looked straight at Zhuhe, and said softly, "Really?"

Zhu He: "..."

Because the words are not sincere, it is easy to feel guilty if you are stared at all the time.

However, Yan Rong's eyes didn't move for a long time, Zhu He felt extremely uncomfortable, and for the first time when the two looked at each other, he actively turned his head, pretended to sip his saliva, coughed and said: "Yes. "

Yan Rong didn't seem to notice Zhuhe's unnaturalness at all, with an extremely gentle expression on his face: "The emperor's uncle entrusts Gu with this, and Gu will surely live up to the emperor's uncle's entrustment. Before leaving, I came here to respect the emperor's uncle. A glass."

Zhu He was stunned: "Huh?"

The lights in the Prince Regent's bedroom were brightly lit, and the boy's side face appeared even more prominent in the light and shadow.

I saw Yan Rong stretched out his hand, and put Cai Cai on the table

The agarwood box was taken out, and the lid was lifted to reveal the two golden cups in the box.

The agarwood wooden box is square, and apart from the two calendulas in the flannel, there is also a small blue and white porcelain vase sealed with a wooden cork on the wine rack inside.

Yan Rong took out the marigold, put a cup in front of Zhu He, and a cup in front of himself, and then lifted the seal on the blue and white vial, a burst of rich wine fragrance wafted out instantly.

"This is the plum wine that the queen mother made herself in the year she entered the palace. She brewed a total of three bottles, and this is the last bottle."

The wine bottle is really exquisite, it looks surprisingly small in capacity, but the aroma of the wine in it is overflowing, and it is indeed a very rare wine when you smell it.

Yan Rong always followed the etiquette, first filled the wine cup in front of her, then put both hands in front of the cranes, and then filled the other.

He raised the golden lamp and paid respects to the person opposite: "Please, Uncle Emperor."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhu He was not worried that Yan Rong would poison the wine to kill him, but was aroused by the words just now.

He subconsciously picked up the wine glass in front of him, was about to drink it, but couldn't hold back, and asked, "You said this is the third bottle brewed by your mother... what about the first two bottles?"

Yan Rong drank the wine in her glass, poured another glass, looked at Zhu He, and said softly: "The first bottle was opened when she became a queen, and the second bottle was when she was born alone. "

Zhu He: "..."

I feel as if I don't deserve to drink this bottle of wine.

The oncoming aroma of wine always hooked the glutton in Zhu He's heart.

Seeing that the little prince poured another glass, Zhu He was afraid that he would drink too late and the small bottle of wine would be gone, so he immediately picked up the golden cup and refilled it for himself, so let's smash it Mouth said: "It's really good wine!"

Yan Rong let Zhu He move indulgently, and the smile on his lips deepened a little: "Uncle Huang likes it?"

"luv't."

Zhuhe drank a few cups in a row, and quickly poured them all into his belly, and soon a faint red color flew up on his face.

He pushed the Jinzhan in front of him, and flew towards Yan Rong with lively eyebrows and eyes, "This king's favorite is wine. Like this kind of good wine, this king... likes it even more."

The Prince Regent's appearance was not at all masculine, but more delicate and beautiful, especially when the alcohol gradually came up, the thin halo stained the eyes and the tear moles at the end of the eyes, and the whole person looked even more seductive and gorgeous.

Yan Rong didn't know when his gloomy gaze had been resting on the small tear mole under Zhuhe's left eye for a long time, and suddenly a

An urge to bite there.

He quietly suppressed this impulse, his voice was a bit hoarse: "Uncle Emperor, this wine is very strong, are you drunk?"

"You're just...drunk."

Zhuhe shook the blue and white vial in a daze, and poured another cup out of it.

It's just that this cup couldn't be fed to the mouth accurately, but accidentally spilled on the lips.

The wine slid down his bright red lips all the way, and slid straight into the bathrobe that was half draped over his body.

After a long time, the fluttering Zhuhe realized that he didn't drink, frowned beautifully and cursed, and was about to reach for the wine glass again, when he saw the other hand holding a full glass of wine. The marigold filled with wine was stuffed into his hand.

then.

That slender and powerful hand held Zhuhe's hand from the outside, and also controlled Zhuhe's fingers, holding the wine glass in his hand.

At some point behind her, a stiff figure was stuck behind her, and then a warm breath came from her ears.

"Uncle Huang is drunk... come and feed Uncle Huang alone."

Zhu He: "..."

As a straight Hehe, although he was a little dizzy, he still felt that something was wrong with his sixth sense.

Moreover, with such a small bottle of wine, no matter how strong it is... With my drinking capacity, it is impossible to get drunk so quickly.

It must be, there must be something wrong.

Zhuhe turned his head subconsciously, as if wanting to refuse, but soon found himself sending himself deeper into the embrace of the person behind him.

The rich aroma of wine filled the tip of his nose again.

The greedy Zhu He couldn't resist the temptation all of a sudden, and once again let all the wine in the golden cup roll into his lips.

But this time, I don't know if it was because the person behind him was too close, as soon as the glass of wine entered the mouthpiece, it immediately seemed to ignite a fire in Zhu He's internal organs.

An extremely strange discomfort spread through his body in an instant.

It seems like it's itching somewhere...but it's not like it, and it seems to be screaming crazily from nowhere.

Zhuhe felt that there was no part of his body that he was not suffering from, there was no part that did not want to be relieved, and there was no part that was not feeling the unbearable burning.

He almost unconsciously rubbed against the person behind him, then immediately straightened up as if resisting, with a dry voice: "I'm so hot..."

"Uncle Huang is drunk, of course he will be hot."

The young man's clear and clear voice was like cold spring water, and it entered Zhu He's ears without any haste: "Gu help the emperor, okay?"

Zhu He has almost lost sight of what others are saying

What's the matter, but the intuition from the little animal still seemed to tell him that this kind of help would be very dangerous.

He wanted to find a cold pool to soak in, so he reached out and tried to push away the hand on his waist, but it didn't work for a long while.

As time goes by, it will become more tormented.

Zhuhe was not such a firm person in the first place, but at this moment, he was tortured by this almost tormenting heat, and his whole body softened.

He fell back into the arms of the person behind him as if giving up, closed his eyes slightly, and scratched around helplessly with Yubai's fingers: "Help... how can I help?"

"The emperor will like it."

The people surrounding him from behind coaxed him to finish this sentence, and then stopped talking.

The next second, Zhuhe felt as if he was easily picked up by the waist, walked for a while, and was placed on the soft bed again.

It was the big bed in his own bedroom.

Zhu He felt that his torment hadn't improved in the slightest, and at the same time he felt unbearable and at the same time felt cheated.

He rolled several times on the wide bed, trying to settle accounts with the person who had just lied to him.

However, before he could get out of bed, he was pulled back by a strong arm and pulled into his arms again.

The person who pulled him moved cleanly and decisively, with a strong sense of oppression, but his voice had the gentleness of a teenager.

He lowered his head slightly, kissed Zhuhe's forehead which was soaked in sweat, and said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Huang, be good."

The author has something to say: Yan Rong: You underestimate Gu.

Yan Rong: Is Gu the kind of person who only dares to watch but not to act?

Hehe: Bah, bah, bah, you're thinking about farting, stay away from Hehe!

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The next chapter will end Rongrong's youthful years, let's go~

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