The Regent is not dead yet

The light and shadow of the luminous pearl in the hall are indistinct, and the cinnabar between the brows is as bright as blood.

Zhuhe's gaze stayed on the cinnabar for a long time, and suddenly he was in a daze, thinking of an old man.

This thought suddenly made Zhuhe's originally not clear thoughts darken a few degrees, he frowned, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't know you."

Xiang Jin bent his lips and smiled: "But I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhu He scoffed: "I asked you to wait?"

Xiang Jin: "Could it be that the Regent is not curious..."

His voice was paused by the sound of a heavy door knocker.

De Zhuang wrinkled his face, poked his head in a little apprehension, and said in a soft voice: "My lord, my lord... the guards didn't stop him, His Royal Highness came in..."

Zhu He: "..."

As he was about to flee to death, Zhu He could naturally feel that his status in the court was declining day by day.

In addition, he thinks that he is indeed not highly respected, and he has no virtue and can't let the people in the mansion fight for him to the last moment, so he is even more lazy to care about the fools in the mansion.

Zhu He was so sleepy that he didn't want to see Yan Rong at first.But thinking about it, Xiang Jin in front of Yan Rong seems to be more annoying to him than Yan Rong.

So he lazily leaned against the beauty's couch, waved his hands and said, "Come in."

The temple door was opened.

Probably for traveling, Yan Rong changed into a light riding outfit, making her look even taller and more elegant.

Zhu He slowly got up and down Yan Rong, then turned to look at Xiang Jin who was standing beside him, and finally realized that neither of them was his favorite, and became more and more bored.

The production process of the Dali riding suit is different from the usual dress, and the fabric is quite different.

The bright and clean light reflected Yan Rong's dark blue clothes, but it set off a suet white jade plaque on his waist even more splendidly.

The color of the jade is extremely beautiful, even the sugar color on the jade is very smudged, matched with the carving, one can tell that it is not ordinary.

Zhuhe stared at the jade tablet for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, and he liked it a little, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

While Zhuhe was pondering, Xiangjin followed his gaze and also saw the jade plaque.

He was about the same size as Yan Rong, but his aura was completely different when they stood together.

Xiang Jin softly recited a sentence of Buddha's words, and the scarlet-stained rosary beads slid across his fingertips one by one.

He looked at Yan Rong, and said slowly: "

Not seeing each other for two years, His Highness has grown rapidly, which really surprised the little monk. "

If Xiangjin was as cold as a piece of ice without emotional fluctuations, His Royal Highness was more like water with gentle waves.

Yan Rong's eyes only paused on Xiang Jin for a few seconds, and he said with a soft smile: "Indeed, I got Mr. Xiang Jin's advice two years ago, and I have thought about it a lot in the past two years. It's just that what Mr. Xiang Jin once said to Gu, is it okay?" Have you informed the Regent?"

Zhuhe: "?"

Zhu He had just picked up a few small walnuts from the small table next to the beauty's couch to eat, and was about to kowtow them to see if the two would fight, when the topic turned on him.

He froze for two seconds: "What?"

"Nothing."

Xiangjin treated Zhu He with indescribable tolerance, as if he was willing to answer all his questions, "It's just that the little monk went to Jiangbei two years ago and met His Highness at that time. The little monk told His Highness that if you like something, you have to rely on it." To claim and possess for oneself."

Zhu He: "..."

For a social crane, there is nothing wrong with this sentence.

But for a monk...

Zhuhe hesitated for a moment: "Did you leave a fake home?"

Xiang Jin: "?"

It was rare for Xiangjin not to keep up with Zhuhe's train of thought. For the first time, he was a little confused: "What is... a fake home?"

Zhuhe was silent for a moment: "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

Xiang Jin smiled lightly, neither affirming nor denying, "What does the regent think?"

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe didn't have much curiosity about other people's beliefs, and he didn't even bother to tangle with Xiangjin.

He turned his eyes away, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the jade plaque hanging on Yan Rong's waist, and couldn't help saying, "That's pretty pretty."

Yan Rong had long noticed that Zhu He had looked this way several times since he entered the door, and when he saw him mention it, he smiled warmly: "What the emperor said is true, Gu likes it very much."

Originally, Zhu He was waiting for Yan Rong to hear what he meant, and then took the initiative to give the jade tablet to him: "..."

OK.

Zhu He pursed his lips in a lack of interest, and was about to think of an idea to drive the two of them out together, when Yan Rong added another sentence.

"The emperor's uncle gave Gu a gift for his 16th birthday, and Gu has always cherished it."

Zhu He: "...?"

What gift?

Hehe was confused.

But seeing Yan Rong's serious face, Zhu He carefully looked at the jade plaque for a long time, and finally found a memory that he had long forgotten from the scattered memories.

Depend on!

Where did I take the initiative to give it to this little kid!Obviously this little bastard cheated

Go!

It's just that he didn't pay attention to look at the jade plaque at the time and just gave it away. He didn't expect it to be so beautiful!

Zhu He suddenly felt a little regretful.

And... the most important thing is, it seems that Lou Cang gave him this jade plaque.

Zhu He: "..."

Based on the relationship between Zhu He and Yan Rong, he had always thought that Yan Rong would be terribly obsessed with the jade badge he gave him, but he never imagined that one day the sun would really come out from the west, and Yan Rong would actually wear it.

Fortunately, Lou Cang is not in Yandu.

Zhuhe glanced at the jade tablet several times in displeasure, and finally calmed down unwillingly, and reluctantly looked away.

Just as he was about to change the subject, Xiang Jin who was standing aside picked up the conversation.

His gaze was still on the jade tablet, he paused for a long time, and finally he said casually: "Your Highness, this jade tablet is familiar to the little monk."

When Yan Rong was a child, Xiang Jin was imprisoned in the pavilion next to the imperial garden by the late emperor, and Jiang Bei was the first time the two met.

For some reason, Yan Rong had always had a bad feeling for Xiang Jin, and when he saw him mentioning the jade plaque, he frowned slightly.

"Mr. Xiangjin is probably joking. This jade tablet was given to Gu by the emperor's uncle. I'm afraid there is no place for you to familiarize yourself with it."

Yan Rong's slender fingers caressed the soft jade color little by little, and he looked at Xiang Jin unconsciously with a bit of displeasure, "Maybe you want to say...you saw it at the emperor's uncle?"

Xiangjin looked indifferent, shook his head slightly, and said in a cold voice, "No."

Zhuhe: "?"

For some reason, Zhu He suddenly had a bad feeling.

However, before Zhuhe could open his mouth to stop him, Xiangjin had already spoken first.

The rosary beads dyed scarlet were twirling one by one at his fingertips, perhaps because the night was getting dark, Xiang Jin's words also revealed a kind of hurtful coldness.

The chill seemed to be a bit more piercing than the deep dew outside the house just now, just a mere sentence made Yan Rong lose all blood in an instant.

Among the lamps.

The blood-colored cinnabar between Xiangjin's eyebrows seemed to be stained with alienated and lofty compassion, and he looked at Yan Rong with a cold and lonely look.

"His Royal Highness is still young, maybe he hasn't seen him yet."

Xiang Jin's words were extremely short, like an understatement.

His thin lips parted slightly, "When General Lou was young, at the banquet in the late emperor's palace, I had the honor...to see this jade plaque on General Lou's neck."

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became extremely quiet.

It was as if even the candle flame had stopped beating.

Xiangjin's expression had a look of distaste that was not connected with the world, his gaze fell on Zhuhe, but it suddenly warmed up a little.

Minute.

"No matter the color of the jade tablet or the craftsmanship, it is hard to choose. If the little monk has not misread it, this jade tablet... is the family heirloom left by General Lou and his wife to General Lou."

He recited a Buddhist saying, and said slowly, "If His Highness the Crown Prince has any doubts, just take it and have a pair with Old General Lou."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe: "..."

Cool night.

Cool jade.

The cool crane.

Cool heart.

For Zhuhe, who was never embarrassed, this was really his first experience.

He even opened his mouth for a moment, but when he looked at Yan Rong, he didn't know what to say.

There was no other reason, but it was because... the face of Yan Rong in front of him was too ugly.

To know.

For so many years, even though he stayed in southern Xinjiang for two years, Yan Rong held the Flower Festival every year, but Yan Rong was still able to win the first place among the many candidates for young talents with her absolute popularity and the amount of flowers she got, capturing the most The welcome of the common people.

In addition to Yan Rong's own status, there is also the blessing of his temperament, and what is even more inseparable is Yan Rong's outstanding facial features.

It is different from Zhuhe's face which is too strange to be loved by most honest people.

The beauty of Yan Rong's facial features is the kind of trait that is most accepted and loved by everyone. It is outstanding but not ostentatious, gorgeous but not coquettish, without any threat.

But at this moment.

That face that used to be as gentle as jade all the time could not even hide its gloom.

The heavy hostile look seemed to have been pulled open, swallowing all the gentleness in Yan Rong's eyes in just a moment.

Zhuhe froze for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to explain something.

But before he could speak, the coldness on Yan Rong's face was instantly covered, as if the glance just now was just an illusion produced by Zhu He's guilty conscience.

Zhuhe: "?"

Could it be an illusion?

Yan Rong turned sideways slightly, his gentle expression was only a slight frown, as if he didn't trust Xiang Jin's words just now, and wanted to confirm with Zhu He: "Uncle, is it true?"

Zhu He: "..."

If Yan Rong really confronted Zhuhe or questioned him, with Zhuhe's personality, he would most likely be able to fight him back.

But now, the little prince in front of him looks weak and pitiful, and Zhu He is indeed not a human being himself.

Therefore, Zhuhe had a rare moment of introspection.

Leaning halfway on the beauty's couch, he tried hard to bear the sins he had committed in the past, and quickly came up with a solution that he thought was safe.

law.

Zhuhe stretched out his hand and opened a small cabinet next to the beauty's couch. His thin white fingers groped around inside, and found a fine pearl.

The South Pearl is extremely beautiful in color, round and smooth in size, even if it is placed in the palace, it is a rare gem.

The little guilt in Zhuhe's heart quickly faded with this move.

"Hey... look at the memory of the emperor, who can remember what happened so long ago?"

He handed the Nanzhu to Yan Rong, raised the corners of his lips, and slyly bypassed Yan Rong's question, "So, the emperor will give you another gift, okay? Look at this Nanzhu. It's big and round, I'm afraid it's the only one in the whole world. Can I give it to you?"

Yan Rong looked at Zhu He with serious eyes.

That gaze looked clear and shallow, but when Zhu He looked at him, he found that it was extremely deep, like an ancient well with no waves but hidden waves that cannot be seen.

Zhu He subconsciously moved his eyes away, clicked his tongue, and finally his tone was tainted with a bit of exasperation: "Oh, you little boy, why are you still falling in love? It's just a small matter, otherwise what do you want to do?"

Xiang Jin watched Yan Rong silently from the side, as if watching a doomed opponent fight to the death.

Yan Rong didn't know when he felt his gaze, and also looked back.

Then, from an angle that Zhuhe couldn't see, he saw a cold and contemptuous smile on Xiangjin's lips.

In a flash.

The gloom that had been unable to vent for several years solidified in Yan Rong's heart little by little, and finally became the last straw that crushed him.

Blood was slowly clenched from the hand covered in the sleeve, and the blood color gradually became dense, and even the palm of the hand became sticky and wet.

Yan Rong's mood calmed down unexpectedly.

He bent his lips very lightly, and his tone was even gentle: "It's been so long, I thought... the night two years ago, Uncle Huang was no longer a child alone."

Zhuhe; "..."

Zhu He, whose skin was as thick as a city wall, paused for a rare moment, opened his mouth, and remained silent.

This meal has a different meaning in Xiangjin's eyes.

His expression darkened a bit, and he interjected: "Two years... before?"

"Nothing to do with you."

Zhuhe was obviously not very happy to bring up this matter, so he interrupted Xiangjin's words immediately, and then immediately overthrew himself, watching Yan Rong open his mouth, "I don't remember what happened two years ago, since it's all in the past It’s been so long, His Royal Highness doesn’t need to mention it anymore.”

Yan Rong's eyes lingered on Zhuhe's face for a long time, and it really did what he wanted

, changed the subject.

The pearl that was urgently selected just now was still placed on the small table next to the beauty's bed.

Yan Rong bent slightly, picked up the pearl, and said softly, "Okay."

Zhuhe: "?"

Although Zhuhe didn't pay much attention to this body, after all, his body was approaching decline, and his physical strength and energy were deteriorating day by day.

At this time and the fact that he was tortured by three uninvited guests tonight, Zhuhe was so tired that he didn't even bother to say another word.

He slanted against the side, raised his eyelids and looked at Yan Rong one more time: "What's good?"

Yan Rong said softly: "Uncle Huang said to use this pearl to make up for the gift that Gu was born at the age of 16, and Gu said... yes."

Zhu He: "..."

Oh.

Zhuhe's brain turned around exhaustedly, turned back with difficulty, thought for a while, and then stared at the jade tablet on Yan Rong's waist: "In that case, that jade..."

"Uncle Huang has been feeling unwell recently, so Yu was transferred from Gu to General Lou."

Zhuhe: "?"

Seeing that Zhu He seemed suspicious, Yan Rong said again: "Isn't the emperor unwilling?"

Zhu He: "..."

Although Zhuhe felt that the jade plaque seemed a bit old-fashioned, if he went far away in the future and encountered poverty, he might be able to relieve his urgent need.

But at this moment, he was too lazy to continue discussing with Yan Rong, so he waved his hand giving up: "... up to you."

Yan Rong's eyes finally had an invisible trace of satisfaction, he took a few steps forward, sat down beside the beauty's couch, tucked the quilt for Zhuhe, and said softly, "Is the emperor sleepy?"

Zhu He closed his eyelids heavily for a few times, then forced them to open them again, and issued the order to chase away guests: "This king is tired, you all step back."

Yan Rong's hand very naturally tucked the strands of black hair from Zhuhe's ears behind his ears, and his voice seemed to be coaxing: "The orphan is back, don't worry about the emperor. Why don't the emperor let Xiangjin Immortal Master leave first, Gu will stay with Uncle Huang for a while, and take him to sleep before leaving, okay?"

Zhu He: "..."

For Zhu He, the logic that Yan Rong is a brat who can't make any noise has been deeply rooted in the past.

In terms of risk factor alone, Yan Rong is far from being comparable to Xiang Jin.

The cranes hate monks first, and gods and Buddhas who look down on all living beings from above.

So, after short and one-sided thinking.

Zhuhe turned himself over on the beauty's couch, nodded following Yan Rong's words, and slowly opened his mouth: "Okay... let Xiangjin go away. Go and burn two braziers for this king." , get hotter."

"it is good."

Most of the light from the night pearl in the glass cup beside the beauty's couch was covered by the curtain of the bed, and Yan Rong's Qingjun's face flickered on and off, making it look more profound and lonely.

Although Zhuhe's voice was not very loud, it was enough for everyone in the inner hall to hear in the dark.

Yan Rong looked at Xiang Jin who was standing aside, and said in an unchanging voice, "Sir, please."

Xiang Jin's eyes fell on Yan Rong and Zhu He.

In the light and shadow, the shadows of the two people reflected on the ground gradually intersected, making them look extremely intimidating.

Soon, though, that intimacy will be gone forever.

Xiang Jin silently withdrew his gaze, as if he had finally looked at Yan Rong seriously.

He said in a leisurely voice: "Your Highness, I thought you would be curious... why my appearance is exactly the same as it was 12 years ago after decades, without any change."

Yan Rong's eyes fell on Zhu He's gently closed eyes, and the long and curly eyelashes covered them, covering a small shadow.

"Sir, is this trying to clear up my doubts for Gu?"

Xiang Jin's cold and thin lips raised a very shallow angle: "The little monk wants to tell His Highness that there is a gap between you and me... or, in other words, a difference."

Yan Rong narrowed his eyes.

Xiangjin's patience seemed to increase suddenly.

He put down the blood-red rosary in his hand, and did not perform any Buddhist rituals, but looked straight at Yan Rong.

After a moment.

Xiang Jin said unhurriedly: "For example, the little monk can cure the regent's stubborn illness and can tell the number of days, but you will eventually hinder the secular world. It has been like this before, and it will look like this in the future."

Yan Rong mocked: "Since you entered the Buddhist school, you didn't devote yourself to worshiping the Buddha, but you come to the palace to turn black and white. I'm afraid the Buddhist school will not tolerate it."

"Buddha? I don't believe in Buddha."

Xiang Jin also smiled slightly, "His Royal Highness, the palace and the world only know the name of a small monk, but they have never asked for my Dharma name."

Yan Rong raised his eyes: "It's an honor to ask for advice."

"The name of the little monk is swallowing the sky."

As if talking about something in the past that hasn't been mentioned for a long time, Xiang Jinji paused briefly, "Tun of swallowing, heaven of heaven."

Immediately, he looked at Zhuhe unscrupulously.

It's just that Yan Rong blocked most of that gaze, so he couldn't see clearly.

Xiang Jin seemed a little disappointed, he slowly withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked outside the door.

The hall door rang softly.

I don't know when it started to rain outside.

The sound of rain came along with Xiang Jin's voice, into the inner hall, and into the ears of Zhu He and Yan Rong.

"Ahe...you and I

It should be a person who lives in the same room and returns to the same place.I have been waiting for you. "

The wood in the Regent's Palace is all good agarwood.

A royal mansion was erected, and almost used up all the agarwood logs in Dali that year.

The heavy palace door was slowly closed, but the sound of rain did not stop.

I don't know if it's because the rain is getting heavier this night, or because the wooden structure can't soundproof.In short, the sound of the pattering rain is like an annoying music, disturbing the thoughts of the people in the hall all the time.

Fangcai Xiangjin's few words when he left were clearly not very forceful, but Yan Rong couldn't help but think of them.

It's like...he's supposed to remember something.

but forgot.

There was no one else in the hall, so Yan Rong's gentle and polite pretense was removed.

He lowered his head, trying to find some clues on Zhu He's overly pretty face because of Xiang Jin's words just now, but he still failed.

The person on the beauty's couch didn't seem to care what Xiang Jin said at all, they didn't even open their eyes, they breathed evenly, as if they were already sound asleep.

But even so...

Even if you can't touch the cause and effect, you can't get any clues.

Yan Rong could still feel that in Xiangjin's every sentence - Zhu He's inevitable victory.

First Wu Yu, then Lou Cang, Shen Muzhi, Kayaner... Xiangjin.

The sound of the rain became more and more noisy in the almost quiet night, amplifying all emotions.

Yan Rong sat down beside the beauty's couch, the expression in his eyes was more like the surface of a lake covered in ice, so deep that it was impossible to see the bottom.

I don't know how long I sat there, until the person on the collapse frowned as if shivering from the cold, subconsciously approached the heat source of the human body for a moment, and then suddenly came back to his senses.

That unintentional 16th birthday gift, those years of nonsense confession.

Those words seemed sincere, but they were actually provocative words unintentionally.

In an environment where no one was watching, the gloom and gloomyness in Yan Rong's eyes finally stopped hiding, and they all fell heavily on Zhu He.

Due to physical reasons, Zhu He, who was covered in brocade quilts, slept very deeply. Even though the sixth sense like a small animal made him move his body uncomfortably, he finally fell asleep again.

Yan Rong's expression was gloomy, and the thoughts that were originally only conceived in his heart were carefully sketched out little by little in the silent rain, and came to his ears vividly.

He stretched out his hand, the slender and strong fingertips were covered with a layer of thin calluses from returning from the southern border, and also soaked in the blood oozing from the clenched fist.

The fingertips caressed Zhu He's cheeks delicately and gently, and finally stopped at

On the tear mole under his left eye.

Yan Rong's voice was tinged with lustful hoarseness, but also contained indescribable astringency: "I heard a rumor in southern Xinjiang that there are moles at the end of the eyes, because when you left in the previous life... you had love. Your people wail for you."

He paused and seemed to smile.

"who's that person?"

"Lou Cang, Xiangjin...or Gu?"

Zhuhe didn't know if he heard Yan Rong's words, or if he just felt that there was something in his ears that made him unable to rest, so he frowned, turned himself over, and turned his back to the person beside the bed.

The regent's figure was already on the thin side, but recently his body has deteriorated day by day, and he has become more and more fragile.

The brocade quilt only raised a small arc on the couch.

Yan Rong looked at the arc, and his voice sank a bit.

"Uncle Huang, why are there so many people admiring you, so many people...want to compete with Gu Lai?"

Zhu He fell into a sweet sleep and suddenly didn't feel it.

Normally those provocative and bright eyes were quietly closed, so the overly bewitching face became more obedient, appearing extremely obedient.

It's getting more and more... Desires are hard to fill.

The thought that was only fleeting in his mind finally settled in the increasingly loud sound of rain, Yan Rong closed his eyes, like giving up after self-compromise, and also like the satisfaction of the ultimate desire.

His voice was so gentle that it could float in the night wind at any time, and he called softly, "Uncle Emperor?"

Naturally, Zhu He would not respond to him.

Yan Rong then bent the corners of her lips: "Uncle Emperor, Guxin pleases you."

The cranes slept peacefully.

Yan Rong moved cautiously, carefully, and hugged Zhuhe and Lianjin into his arms: "Gu will cure you. Gu Xiang... will be with you in this life."

Excessive fatigue and the three-linked guest took away Zhu He's energy, and he shrank sleepily under the quilt, not paying attention to everything around him.

Yan Rong leaned down and kissed the pale lips of the person in his arms: "I'll do it alone, you agree."

The hand knife with moderate strength slashed the back of Zhuhe's neck lightly, and that frail body instantly limp in Yan Rong's arms.

In the darkness where no one sees.

The back of the grown-up boy has mature straight lines.

He stood up, wrapped the brocade quilt carefully, and then effortlessly embraced the person he had been thinking about for countless days and nights, and walked out of the palace that once terrified and loathed him when he was young. Door.

As time goes on, the dislike once turned into an unspeakable hidden desire.

The person I hate the most has also become that cinnabar mole on the tip of my heart that I can't wait to swallow.