The Regent is not dead yet

Although he promised to go and have a look, Zhu He was not too anxious.

Sitting on the golden chariot swaying on the way to the East Palace, he chatted with De Zhuang who was beside him: "Little De Zhuang, you said this is very good, why did you suddenly get sick?"

Dezhuang's face was full of worry: "What the prince said is that His Royal Highness is such a big prince, and he doesn't know what happened."

Zhu He wondered: "Big? Where is it big?"

Dezhuang didn't get in the dirty car, and looked at Zhuhe in a daze, his eyes filled with fear of cutting a stick.

Zhu He: "..."

The old driver drove a lonely wheelbarrow all the way on the gravel road.

Zhu He sighed desolately, stretched out his hand and rubbed De Zhuang's head: "I don't have time today, I will find two books for you to read tomorrow, learn more and improve yourself, you know?"

The attendants of the Prince Regent's Mansion were all prostitutes since they were young, and it was common for them to be beaten and punished, so they didn't even dare to expect to study.

A pair of eyes on De Zhuang's face lit up, then dimmed immediately, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Thank you, Prince Regent."

Zhu He snorted, planning to get a copy of Jin Ping Mei from this dynasty first.

Alas, I don't know if folks can find world famous novels like Mrs. Fuyao or Le Ke...

With such deep consideration, Zhuhe's face was full of pain when he entered the East Palace.

And long before that, all kinds of gossip about the Prince Regent coercing His Highness the Crown Prince had spread in the palace.

And with the passage of time, the rumors became more and more outrageous, and the more mysterious the rumors, the latest version has already spread the unthinkable thing that the Prince Regent raped the little crown prince, and it was not for His Royal Highness to give him a child.

Today, the crown prince had an accident, and the queen regent arrived shortly afterwards, which undoubtedly proved the indescribable relationship between the two.

Whether it is a court lady or an imperial doctor, they have never seen the regent's concern and sadness for anyone, so in an instant, he felt that he had realized the extraordinary taboo affection that the regent had for His Royal Highness.

Immediately, the imperial doctor saluted Zhu He with a solemn expression: "Can the Regent take a moment to speak?"

Zhuhe had no choice but to temporarily put aside the unspeakable ups and downs in his heart, and reluctantly raised his eyelids to look at Yan Rong: "Master Wu, please."

This brief perfunctory glance fell into the eyes of others, and it also became evidence that the regent was so worried that he couldn't bear to see His Highness the Crown Prince in pain.

What's this?It's true love!

The Prince Regent loves His Royal Highness the Crown Prince so deeply, will the Crown Prince be able to contain the Prince Regent's tyranny in the future?

The future of Dali is hopeful, and the people are hopeful!

The old imperial doctor who had experienced three dynasties suddenly held his beating heart, and looked at Zhu He with earnest expectations in his eyes: "Regent, please!"

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe was stared at with goosebumps all over his body, and stepped back without a trace: "Master Wu, the crown prince's illness..."

The imperial doctor led Zhu He to Yan Rong's bed, opened the half-covered bed curtain, and said cautiously: "To tell you the truth, the old minister and several colleagues have just seen it together, and feel that His Highness's illness is not poisoning, but More like bewitched."

Zhuhe: "Gu?"

The imperial doctor said: "Exactly. First, the onset of the disease is too fierce, and the onset is too violent. Second, the Regent, look here."

Zhu He followed Wu Youqiu's finger to see that there was a small blood-red mole in the middle of Yan Rong's wrist.

Then he pulled up the single garment on Yan Rong's wrist for a few minutes.

I saw a small living thing moving slowly under the skin a few inches above the bloody mole.

Zhuhe had never seen such a thing that was only written in a book, so he leaned his head up to look at it with great interest, but before he could understand it, he was dragged back.

Wu Youqiu shouted hoarsely: "No! Regent, your body is important! How can you suck Gu for His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Zhu He: "..."

Yaya bah, Hehe didn't.

The old imperial doctor Wu did not give Zhu He a chance to explain, he lifted his robe and knelt down on the spot: "The old minister understands your loyalty to His Royal Highness, the prince, but this Gu solution is not like that. Wait for the prince to explain carefully!"

Zhuhe: "?"

What?

Shrimp and pork heart?

Zhu He was stunned for a while, and lost the first opportunity to refute, so he could only put on a cold face: "Bold! It's not up to you to guess what this king wants!"

Wu Youqiu consciously saw Zhuhe's fragility and infatuation under his strong appearance, and he didn't feel that the regent was tyrannical and heartless like before, so he kowtowed: "The old minister must die."

Zhu He stood up in a very dignified manner, and said: "Since it is a Gu, can the person who cast the Gu speculate?"

Wu Youqiu said: "Regent, this Gu is so vicious and sinister, it has never been heard of in the Dali medicine theory book."

Zhuhe asked, "People from Beidi?"

Wu Youqiu looked sincere: "I don't dare to say anything, although I know very well that the prince..."

"Shut up!"

Zhuhe was really afraid that Wu Youqiu would describe a shocking and unrequited love for himself on the spot, so he couldn't bear it and said, "You don't need to undo the gu, just leave now for me!"

Wu Youqiu was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly said: "The Regent..."

Zhu He raised his chin to the door: "Wu Youqiu is disrespectful in front of the imperial court, come here! Take Master Wu out to this king, confine him for three months, and fine him a year's salary!"

There is little direct contact between the East Palace and the main hall.

Yan Rong is gentle and elegant, never embarrassing the palace people, and only small punishments and big warnings for mistakes.

Although the people in the East Palace had heard about how irritable and brutal the regent was, they had never actually seen it.

at the moment.

The head of the oldest imperial hospital was dragged out of the hall while shouting, and the whole palace fell into a panicked silence.

Zhu He unceremoniously sat down on the seat of the crown prince in the palace, and looked around: "No matter what happens today, keep your mouths shut for this king. If you miss a single word, this king will take care of all of your family." Human life. Do you understand?"

There were not many palace people in the inner palace, and their faces were pale from the fright of the cranes.

Of course, there are one or two of them who are not afraid of death, shaking and cursing: "His Royal Highness, the Ninth Five-Year Honor. Do you want to usurp power?"

Zhu He leisurely counted the heads and pointed out those people: "Xiao Dezi, send these people to the laundry room for this king, it's an eyesore."

De Zhuang took him down with a pale face.

Zhu He admired the panic, fear, and hatred in the eyes of all the court ladies present—and suddenly understood why someone took the role of villain in the TV series he watched before.

Because being a showman is so cool!

Is there anything better than a showman?

What's more, he is still a showman who has no way out!

He can fly!

Zhuhe firmly determined his own course, raised his hand and waved outward: "Okay, let's all go out. Close the door for me, I want to spend a while alone with the little prince."

then.

From the eyes of the maids, Zhu He saw that "His Royal Highness is like this, you still want to have sex with him even if you don't let him go" is not as good as a beast.

Gee!

After the palace gate was completely closed, Zhuhe lazily moved to the inner hall, took off his outer shirt, and climbed onto the prince's bed very casually.

There were not as many gold, silver and jade carvings on the bed as in the Prince Regent's Mansion, the bed was not as big as his own, and even the quilts were not as soft as those in the Prince Regent's Mansion.

Zhu He moved around on the bed for a long time in disgust before going to pick off Yan Rong's clothes.

He obviously wouldn't be as tactful and gentle as Imperial Physician Wu, he stripped off the upper body of the little prince under the bed tent.

Then Zhu He crossed his legs, pondered for a while, and then stretched out his hand to take off the lower half of His Royal Highness's clothes.

Maybe it was too rough when I squeezed it, and I touched some parts that needed to be beeped off.

Yan Rong, who fell into a coma, let out a muffled snort, and even his skin, which was flushed red from the high fever, became a little more ripe.

It was a very young body, somewhat thin, yet covered with a superficial layer of powerful and firm muscles, flexible and moving.

The sleeping boy still seemed to be tormented by some kind of pain, his brows were tightly frowned, and his lips were pale.

Zhu He rested his chin on his hands, and stared at the person in front of him unmoved for a long time, his black glass-like eyes rolled around, but there was no trace of human emotion.

Zhu He was thinking.

Logically speaking, the life and death of the little prince has nothing to do with him.

But he just thought it was fun to be a villain. If the protagonist is dead, who will play with him?

And if the protagonist dies, the world accidentally collapses——

Isn't Hehe very innocent?

In addition, Zhuhe also wanted to know what kind of Gu worms were like.

The main thing is to be curious about whether it tastes good or not.

The thing that was just a few inches above Yan Rong's wrist has moved up a lot in the blink of an eye, and the raised area under the skin is getting shallower and shallower. Obviously, if you don't grab it now, it will be difficult to get it out in the future.

Originally, Zhu He wanted to change back to his original shape and cut a hole in the little prince's arm to grab it out, but he was afraid that Yan Rong would wake up halfway and be frightened to death on the spot, wasting his efforts.

So as a compromise, Zhuhe took out a small knife from his sleeve and poked it at his fingertips, and immediately a few drops of blood came out.

In an instant.

A bulge protruded from Yan Rong's forearm, as if something was struggling to get out.

Demon blood is inherently fatal to poisonous insects.

The more poisonous things are, the more they like the smell of demon blood.

While shaking his fingers, Zhuhe waited boredly to catch bugs, and at the same time used his other free hand to make fun for himself.

There is nothing interesting about the whole body of the little prince in front of him, except for what he showed himself before...

what.

Stand up?

Zhuhe watched in amazement.

Although it's not quite straight now, it was still lying on its stomach just now... Oh yes, it may have happened when I pulled my pants just now.

The Gu worm on Yan Rong's forearm was still hanging out desperately.

Zhu He indifferently squeezed out two drops of blood, then stretched out his hand very low, and pulled at the root of the little thing.

Shake your head and salute.

Zhuhe dialed again.

What an interesting, magical and sensitive mechanism this is! ?

It's only the first time to play Danghe after so many years, it's a loss.

The cranes dialed and dialed, dialed, dialed.

Just when Zhuhe tried to stretch out his evil hand for the last time——

A weak and angry voice came from the bedside: "You... what are you doing?"