The Regent is not dead yet

On the branches of the moon, everything is silent.

The main bedroom of the Prince Regent's Mansion was very lively.

The extravagant and extravagant lamps illuminate the entire bedroom hall brightly, and the light from the luminous pearl is refracted repeatedly in the glass lampshade, making every inch of it look like daytime.

A man was leaning on the couch of a beauty who paid tribute from the Western Regions.

He looked like he was about to go to bed soon, and he was only wearing a half-open white underwear, revealing the skin of the chest with obvious clavicle and a section of slender straight calf.

The man was extremely beautiful, and the tear mole under his pair of peach blossom eyes became more attractive in the light, and the lines of his cheeks turned sideways seemed to be outlined by strokes, and each stroke seemed to be carefully crafted.

Although it was the beginning of spring, there were still more than a dozen braziers in the hall. The temperature, which was already too hot in the eyes of others, seemed insufficient in the eyes of men.

Perhaps it was due to his poor health, but his complexion did not show any trace of blood, but was as pale as paper.Her thin and tightly pursed lips had an unhealthy blue color, and her thin body made people feel a little fragile from a long-term illness.

Zhuhe's health has indeed been deteriorating recently.

As the master of the body, he himself is of course very clear about this matter, but he doesn't care about it, on the contrary, he is quite flattered.

The day of escape is getting closer and closer. In order to be more real, Zhuhe pretends to go to bed early and get up early every day, sick and sick—but now, such a lively atmosphere in the palace is obviously not in line with the regent's purpose.

So Zhuhe yawned lazily, first glanced at Kayaner standing in front of the screen, then at Xiangjin who had just entered, and said very irresponsibly: "This king is tired, Xiangjin ...Eminent monk? If you have nothing important to do, why don't you come back tomorrow?"

Compared with the two people who were already in the room, Xiangjin's body still carried the chill of night dew.

He seemed to have known that the cranes were afraid of the cold, and after entering the door, he didn't get too close to the beauty's couch, but waited for his body to warm up before he stepped forward and said, "The regent is joking, the young monk can only enter the Buddhist gate, how can he be regarded as a high-ranking monk?" people?"

Zhu He raised his eyelids and snorted softly: "Then what does the king call you?"

Xiang Jin's gaze was very gentle, he looked at Zhu He: "The prince called the little monk by name."

Zhuhe's eyes were so sleepy that they drifted around, and it took a while before they drifted to Xiangjin.

He fixedly looked at it, suddenly seemed to remember something, and then looked at Xiang Jinyi again.

After a while: "Has this king met you?"

Xiang Jin smiled softly: "Three years ago, when the regent went to southern Xinjiang, I had the honor to meet you once."

Zhu He: "..."

Gee.

I remembered.

It was the unlovable monk.

In the floating light and shadow in the hall, Xiangjin's face looked cool and quiet, except for the bright red cinnabar on his forehead that was particularly eye-catching.

His facial features are also as cold as ice, completely different from Yan Rong's gentleness like jade.

Looking at each other with Xiangjin, one can feel a kind of alienation that is incompatible with the fireworks in the world.

It's as if the monk in front of him never eats, sleeps, and is heartless and desireless.

This is the kind of person that Zhuhe is most unwilling to meet, that's why he still has a little impression of Xiangjin after these few years.

Probably similar to the aversion birds feel when they see a birdcage.

Xiangjin's eyes are full of cranes, so he can see his emotions at a glance.

He stretched out his hand and made a Buddhist salute to Kayan Er who was standing beside him, and the quiet voice gradually sounded: "This benefactor, I want to have a private chat with the prince. Can you please leave first?"

The topic between Kayan'er and Zhuhe just now was not over, and at this moment, Xiang Jin took the lead, and his complexion suddenly sank: "Unfortunately, monk. I am a close servant of the regent king, and I only obey the regent king's will .”

Zhu He: "..."

Zhu He had no intention, but was too lazy to continue entanglement with the two people in front of him, so he decided to send one to the other, and then pointed to the door with his foot: "Okay, okay, it's getting late, you go back first."

Kayan'er's pupils shrank, and he stopped in place for a moment, a murderous intent flashed across his eyes very quickly: "In this case, please ask Immortal Master Xiangjin to go out with me, and don't disturb the regent's sleep. "

Although he was dressed as a monk, Xiangjin didn't wear a cassock, but only a white robe, from the beginning to the end, there was a sense of being so clean and far away from the world.

Even though being so provoked by Kayaner, Xiangjin still didn't show any annoyance on his face.

His quiet and unwavering eyes only stayed on Kayan'er for a moment, then he shook his head slightly.

I don't know if it's because they are really in different realms, but looking at it from Zhuhe's point of view, I feel that when Xiangjin looks at others, there is almost a kind of cold indifference in his eyes almost all the time, as if the person talking to him is not human, It's nothing more than humble ants.

This feeling made Zhuhe feel uncomfortable.

However, before Zhu He raised his displeasure.

Xiangjin then moved the beads in his hand one by one from top to bottom, not in a hurry

He opened his mouth unhurriedly: "Loulan... Holy Son."

The atmosphere in the hall froze for a moment.

Kayan'er's hand that was originally placed on the skirt leaned back imperceptibly, and pinched the handle of a short knife with almost no reflection in his hand.

Xiangjin didn't know if he had noticed his movements, but his expression was still calm and peaceful.

He recited a Buddha's name and said softly: "Please forgive me, my son, for speaking bluntly, the king of regents probably dislikes men who disguise themselves as women the most...or in other words, the king of regents dislikes men who disguise themselves as women the most. He told you to leave , has been extraordinarily merciful to you."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe frowned, glanced at Xiangjin with the end of his eyes, paused, but didn't speak.

Although he said that he hated this kind of little monks who made Ami tofu every day, but this sentence really made Xiangjin guess right.

It's just that he's not someone who hates men disguised as women, he just has a deep shadow, and when he sees it, he feels pain all over his body.

The Buddhist beads in Xiang Jin's hand are made of unknown materials, but they are not ordinary wooden beads. Each of them has a pure white base, but the beads are all stained red with blood.

The Buddhist beads rolled one by one in his hand.

There seemed to be an understatement of compassion in Xiangjin's eyes, and he said to Kayan, "If I were you, I would never choose this way to spend three years."

Kayan'er's expression paused slightly, and he looked at Zhuhe in disbelief.

He saw that in Zhuhe's eyes it was nothing to do with him as always.

No denial, no acknowledgment.

Three years seems to have never left any mark on him, and he will not be moved by anyone.

It was clear that the window lattice had already been closed tightly.

But Kayan'er still felt that the night wind was pouring straight into his lungs, making him feel cold even to breathe.

He took a deep breath, and asked the last sentence to the person on the beauty's couch: "Regent, have you ever... really admired anyone in your heart?"

Zhuhe: "?"

This question is more esoteric.

But Hehe must like himself the most.

Zhuhe thought for a moment, but he didn't have the nerve to write down the answer of his narcissism.

So he waved his hand tactfully, with a haggard, sick and imminent death expression on his face: "This king is going to return home soon, what's the point of such a question, let me go."

Xiangjin: "..."

Kayan: "..."

Xiangjin stopped fiddling with the beads in his hands, turned around, and looked at Zhuhe without blinking: "This is exactly why the little monk came here."

Zhuhe: "?"

Zhuhe stretched out his hand and pulled the brocade on the beauty's bed

, wrapped himself casually: "Don't. The king is already terminally ill, and I don't want to make trouble. You help the king send Kayan away, and then take the door and leave by yourself."

Xiangjin: "..."

Kayan'er had already reached the gate of the palace, and looked back at Zhuhe deeply: "No need. If Immortal Master Xiangjin can really successfully cure the disease of the regent... When Loulan returns to its glory in the future, I will definitely take it with you. Come and give me a big gift.”

Zhuhe: "?"

The door of the hall opened and closed, before Zhuhe's blank face had time to ask, the hall had returned to calm.

Xiang Jin himself was not a chatty person, and Zhu He was not willing to talk to this kind of monk who was very upright, professional and good at catching monsters at first sight.

The two were silent for a moment.

Xiang Jin smiled slightly.

This was his first smile since he entered the door. Although it was very faint, it was indeed a smile.

Zhuhe froze for a moment: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing..."

Xiangjin's eyes lingered on Zhuhe's body, as if he was stroking his soul over and over again through his incurable disease.

After a long time, he said softly, "I'm laughing, after waiting for so long... I finally saw you again."

Zhuhe: "?"

The night dew in Yandu is still heavy.

Rushing from the East Palace to the Prince Regent's Mansion, the distance was not too far, but Yelu still wet Yan Rong's sleeves.

Wujin's carriage stopped silently in front of the Prince Regent's Mansion, Laixi hurriedly jumped out of the carriage and opened the sedan chair curtain.

The guard was about to stop him, but he stopped when he saw the person coming out of the carriage in the next second.

——The regent has been ill for a long time, and there is no suspense about the next emperor.

No one would offend this extremely young emperor just before he ascended the throne.

In this way, Yan Rong walked through every inch of extravagant and extravagant gates, gardens, rockeries, corridors, and artificial lakes in the Prince Regent's Mansion without hindrance.

Just as he was about to walk to the front of the main hall, a man with exotic features passed him by.

The man was tall and tall, dressed in night clothes, and he could hardly hear any footsteps as he walked on the road.

Yan Rong paused for a second, then turned around: "... Kayan'er?"

The man's footsteps stopped.

Immediately, a mocking laugh came over: "I haven't seen you in two years, His Royal Highness indeed has improved a lot in hearing and eyesight."

Yan Rong frowned: "It's curfew, where are you going?"

"Of course it is according to His Highness the Crown Prince's wishes."

Kayan turned around, and the corners of his lips twitched, "You have been planning for so long, didn't you just wait for something to happen?"

One day Zhuhe knew my identity and drove me away? "

Yan Rong's heart relaxed, but his eyes were still calm and good-natured: "As the Son of Loulan, you shouldn't be by his side."

"Tsk... what a majestic and upright Prince Dali."

Kayan'er raised his eyebrows, "The whole world has been fooled by you, do you want me to applaud you?"

Yan Rong's eyes have returned to their former innocence and kindness, looking innocent and gentle: "Son of Gu Loulan, the dark law should have been killed long ago. If Gu doesn't kill you today, it's already a lenient."

"Haha——that's because you are tied with me at most, just two years, and you want to kill me?"

With one leap, Kayan jumped from the corridor onto the high wall of the Regent's Palace.

He whistled into the air, and the crow's cry came from afar.

Looking down from the high wall, Kayan Er suddenly smiled maliciously when he saw Yan Rong standing in the corridor: "His Royal Highness, you designed me like this, could it be that... you also fell in love with me?" Regent? He is your uncle."

If it were Yan Rong from two years ago, he would definitely refute this sentence immediately.

But now, Yan Rong only slightly raised his eyes: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Of course it doesn't matter."

Kayan'er straightened up and said quietly, "Just to remind you, don't waste your efforts."

The cry of the crow is from far to near.

Kayan Er didn't know whether he was laughing at Yan Rong or himself.

The moment the night clothes jumped off the high wall lightly, Kayan'er's voice floated over with the cool night wind: "I've been by his side for two years, and it's just dispensable to him... ...And you are just a plaything. Little prince, your uncle has never seen you as a man, don't you understand?"

It was midnight.

The terrified moonlight dyed that figure even colder.

The coldness penetrated to the bone, making Yan Rong clenched his fists for a moment.

He lowered his eyes and lowered his head slightly.

Against the backdrop of the bright moonlight, the mutton fat jade tablet that he hung around his waist when he left the Eastern Palace seemed to be shining brightly.

Suet is warm jade.

The jade color is warm and white, and this jade tablet is even the top grade among the top grades.

In the center of the jade tablet, a pair of mandarin ducks live together on the water, as if they are inseparable from each other forever.

Yan Rong gently closed her eyes, stretched out her hand, and grasped the jade tablet tightly.

The author has something to say: Yan Rong: I have a jade card from my uncle... The uncle loves me, and my uncle only loves me alone, right?

Hehe: Nonsense, Hehe only loves himself.

Yan Rong:?

Lou Cang: Wake up, the jade token should be returned to me.

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Hehehe, I'm going to write about the author's favorite plot again. Let me brew it up and make a big one tomorrow.

Good night babies =3=!

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