The Regent is not dead yet

Under Kayan'er's gaze, Yan Rong had to stop.

He slightly stretched out his hand to cover the "female cage" behind the bed curtain, frowned, and asked in a seldom sharp voice: "Who told you to come in without pushing the door?!"

Kayan'er's figure is extremely tall, not to mention among women, he is also outstanding among men.

It's just that he is from Yuenu, and most of the servants of Yandu Regent's Palace have never been to Yuenu, so they only think that Yuenu people have such outstanding heights, and they have never doubted it.

It was just for a moment when they looked at each other, perhaps because of some sudden intuition.

Yan Rong's eyes fell on Kayan'er, and he suddenly felt a little suspicious.

Kayan'er's appearance is also very different from that of ordinary people in Dali. His facial features are very profound, his high nasal bone and clear jaw line make him look feminine even in a long skirt.

The regent's bed is much higher than the ground.

Kayan stood in front of the bed, but his momentum was not lost at all.

He seemed to have looked at Zhuhe who had already fallen asleep on the other side of the bed before he lowered his voice a bit, and replied neither humble nor overbearing: "Your Highness, you never have to knock on the door when you enter the prince's door." .”

Yan Rong: "..."

Yan Rong was taken aback.

As a servant, entering the master's room without knocking is obviously a great honor in Dali.

But why would Zhuhe give Kayan this honor?

Although Yan Rong has never been matched with a court lady, she has already known this way in the palace since she was a child.

His expression immediately sank three points, and he said sternly: "I order you to go out!"

"His Royal Highness, the slave family is the prince's maid, so naturally he only listens to the prince's words."

Kayan'er smiled, and looked at Yan Rong unhurriedly, "I forgot to tell His Highness about one more thing just now. The carriage of the East Palace has stopped at the gate of the Prince Regent's Mansion, and I'm waiting for His Highness to go out."

Yan Rong: "..."

Yan Rong frowned: "Are you urging Gu?"

The slight disdain on Kayan'er's face disappeared in a flash, and he saluted: "I don't dare. It's just your highness, it's getting late, and the prince of the slave family is going to rest... Your highness has been bothering the prince for so long, and tomorrow will be far away Okay, are you sure you want to continue the fight?"

The word "trouble" penetrated deeply into the boy's heart.

His uncle thought that he was a child from the beginning to the end, he was just making trouble, and he even recognized someone else for... such an intimate matter just now.

Today even

One of the maids thought he was making a fuss.

Yan Rong had never felt so angry.

He clenched his teeth deeply, feeling that the canines pierced the skin of his lower lip, carving a rusty scar.

Yan Rong turned around abruptly, stared at the sleeping Zhu He for a while, then closed his eyes fiercely, and when he opened them again, he finally returned to his previous dignified and modest appearance.

In front of Kayan'er, he pulled the quilt inch by inch for the person who had already slept on the bed and started to change his sleeping position indiscriminately, then got out of the bed, stood up straight, and asked: "In your opinion... Isn't it very useless?"

Kayan'er pulled down the heavy curtain from the bed, and the light of the night pearl was covered outside the tent.

He leaned slightly, motioned Yan Rong to go out, and then walked out, casually said: "Your Highness is the proud son of heaven, the reputation of being unparalleled in the world is not only widely spread in the Dali, but even the surrounding small countries have heard of it one by one."

Yan Rong almost smiled coldly, and fixed her eyes on Kayan'er for a moment: "I see that you have been by the emperor's uncle's side for a long time, and I still don't know your name."

"The slave's name is Kayan'er, Yuenuren's clan."

Under Kayan'er's urging guidance, the two finally walked slowly to the gate of the Prince Regent's Mansion, where there really was an ebony carriage that had been waiting for a long time.

Kayan'er's facial features became more and more indistinguishable from male to female in the moonlight. He stopped and said, "Your Highness, please."

Following Kayan'er's line of sight, Laixi was standing beside the carriage, stomping anxiously and angrily from time to time.

It was the Wujin carriage made by the Eastern Palace Imperial Palace. Tomorrow when he went to the southern border, this carriage would also accompany him.

One to two years.

Thinking of something, Yan Rong paused for a moment, and instead of walking towards the carriage immediately, he turned around and glanced at the huge Prince Regent's Palace behind him again.

Even though it was late at night, the Prince Regent's Mansion was still brightly lit and full of jewels—as if reflecting the enduring honor and favor of the owner of the palace.

Kayan Er was extremely displeased with Yan Rong's eyes at this time, and said again: "Your Highness, please."

Yan Rong finally looked away.

He walked up to the Ujin carriage, walked a few steps, and then turned around and glanced at Kayan'er: "Gu is very curious, are the servants of the Prince Regent's House... all as bold as a girl, and not afraid of offending Gu? "

Kayan'er raised his lips and smiled: "Your Highness is joking, how dare my servant offend you."

Yan Rong was not angry, and said: "Since the emperor is asleep, I have a doubt, can I ask the girl to explain it?"

Kayan said: "The servants

With a humble status, I'm afraid I can't share the worries for His Highness. "

"Maybe."

Yan Rong spoke softly, "A few years ago, I was lucky enough to read a historical record about Loulan. It was an ancient desert country. Although it has been destroyed for several years, it is said that the water and soil were once prosperous and the people were peaceful."

"Although the historical records are already dilapidated, I read one page alone, and the content is about the mystery of the blood inheritance of the Loulan royal family."

He paused for a moment, then said slowly, "The book says that the prince who is about to inherit the throne can be called...Kayaner."

Yan Rong looked over at the person standing at the gate of the Prince Regent's Mansion.

The man's expression changed almost invisibly, and then he raised the corner of his mouth: "I don't understand what His Royal Highness is talking about."

"Gu Zai said, if the uncle reads that book... with the character of the uncle, he will never keep you by his side."

Yan Rong's words were appropriate, and she had the appearance of a modest gentleman.

He turned and walked towards the carriage, his voice seemed to come from the night wind, "Please tell the emperor, Miss, I will write a letter home every month, and I look forward to the emperor's reply."

The next morning, the weather was fine.

The ready-to-go army and horses lined up on the outskirts of Yandu, and the orderly "Goshawk" and the Imperial Forest Army dispatched by Zhuhe each lined up, fully standing on an extraordinarily vast land.

It was probably heard that it was the crown prince's personal conquest. Not only did the people of Yandu get up early in the morning and send flowers and food to each other, but even the people from the neighboring counties rushed over at night.

The send-off crowd squeezed all the way from the city gate to the outside of the city, but the order was pretty good.

Everyone knew that with the regent's recent performance, most of them would not personally send Yan Rong to the southern border.

Once the regent did not come, the ministers in the court would be like fish swimming alive, and they would wake up early one after another and arrive at the gate of the city before sunrise.

Thanks to the bully behavior of the regent, who loves leisure and neglects work, almost all the ministers hope that Yan Rong can ascend the throne soon.

Therefore, taking advantage of the rare absence of the regent, every minister who can speak has to ask Yan Rong to give him a few words, nothing more than tossing and turning to take care of cultivating power outside, and talk about how to grow in the future.

After a long talk, the sun has risen.

Marching also pays attention to an auspicious time. When the auspicious time arrives, you must start.

Yan Rong was dressed in military uniform, got on his horse, walked a few steps, and then turned around.

The scene in front of the eyes is the people of Dali with earnest eyes in their eyes, looking forward to the ministers of the court and China who are planning their own plans, and then looking into the distance...there is no one on the city wall.

Shen Muzhi followed Yan Rong on horseback, and asked, "What is Your Highness looking at?"

Yan Rong shook his head and looked away: "It's nothing."

There are so many people here.

In the end, he still didn't get the one he wanted to see the most.

The author has something to say: Yan Rong: Rong Rong has joined the army.

Yan Rong: Niu Hulu Rongrong is back.

Kayan: (draws the knife)

Crane Crane: 00

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Tomorrow, I will let the author Zhe use the time-jumping shot [Hello]

Good night babies =3=

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感谢在2020-05-0723:08:10~2020-05-0823:21:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: ferry Lin Yongdu, Youyue, Siyueshui, and Hehe took one with me;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：我是张章樟啊7瓶；墨准安、鹤鹤跟我he了5瓶；悠月3瓶；橘子、虚胖不算胖2瓶；没有逼数的家伙、cuocuo不举1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!