The Regent is not dead yet

Zhuhe felt that he seemed to have had a good night's sleep.

You must know that since his broken body has been in decline, although his life is not endangered, the pain and discomfort that he should have will not be reduced. Coupled with the symptoms of chills, sleeping every night has become an extremely painful thing.

But this time, he fell asleep so rarely that he woke up naturally.

Zhuhe rolled around on the bed, then slowly opened his eyes, blinked twice, trying to wake himself up from the hazy sleepiness.

However, in the next second, he froze for a moment.

What catches the eye is no longer his favorite two-meter-wide bed inlaid with precious stones and carved with patterns and patterns in the Prince Regent's Mansion, but an extremely clean ceiling where only the huanghuali wood bed frame can be seen.

Zhuhe: "?"

As if to ensure his sleep, the thick dark bed curtain blocked most of the light.

Zhuhe looked intently, only to see the nine wandering dragons engraved on the bed bone—a unique pattern of the Eastern Palace.

It seems that an unknown incense is burning in the hall, the smell is very faint, but because of the quiet environment, you can still feel it when you smell it carefully.

I don't know if it's because of his body or because he just woke up, but Zhuhe always feels lazy all over his body, and it's a bit laborious to even lift his arms.

The charcoal fire was placed very close to Zhuhe's bed, so he didn't feel too cold, so he buried his head in the bed for a while, then crawled up humming, intending to get out of bed to check the situation.

From the bottom of his heart, Zhuhe really didn't think that the little prince could do anything great, so he wasn't nervous.

But Xiangjin...

Finally, Zhuhe reluctantly sat upright and leaned against the head of the bed, his body already covered with a thin layer of cold sweat.

He sighed softly, and regained the thoughts that had just run away.

When Xiang Jin spoke at that time, he was really sleepy, and he heard the general idea vaguely.

Xiang Jin said what his Dharma name is, Tun, Tun what...

Zhu He thought about it for a while, but still couldn't remember it, so he boldly chose to give up where he was.

The windows in the hall didn't seem to be closed tightly. After leaving the warmth of the quilt, Zhu He finally felt a bit cool.

He subconsciously lowered his head to pull up his shirt, then he was stunned for a moment when he lowered his eyes, and even the movement of his hands paused for a few seconds.

Depend on!

He turned out to be naked!

Of course, being naked is not a particularly embarrassing thing for Bird.

Just sleeping in someone else's bed naked

...is always a little weird.

Zhu He was astonished for a while, and then, for some unknown reason, he pulled back the quilt in front of him and glanced at his lower waist.

A gust of wind blew, and the pink and tender little crane shivered its little head.

Zhuhe: "?"

Zhuhe: "!!!"

The little prince is so cowardly! ! !

Not even a Hehe who was about to die was spared! ! !

Zhuhe exploded in anger, leaning on the bed rail with his thin white fingers, moved his slender and straight legs outside the quilt, and then poked out the heavy bed curtain, ready to immediately go to Yan Rong to argue.

However, before he got off the ground, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the bed curtain.

It seems that people have been waiting for a long time, and they will come as soon as there is any movement from the cranes.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled sound of knees slamming on the ground outside the bed curtain, and the sound made Zhuhe's scalp a little numb.

"No way! I beg the regent to spare the slave's life, please don't get out of bed!"

Zhu He: "...?"

Zhu He opened his mouth, only to realize that his voice was very hoarse.

He coughed lightly: "Who are you?"

The people outside the bed curtain kowtowed a few more times, and hurriedly said: "The servant is Laixi, the personal eunuch of His Highness the Prince. Does the prince still remember the servant? It's cold outside... The prince can quickly put his legs back."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe took his calf back from outside the curtain of the bed: "Go get some clothes for this king, this king needs to find the crown prince for something."

Laixi took a deep breath and didn't answer for a long time.

Zhu He waited for a while, and became impatient: "Where are people?"

"King, lord..."

Laixi's voice was intermittent, "His Highness has gone to court, and will be back soon, soon, why don't you... wait for him to come back..."

"What does this have to do with my king's clothes?"

Zhu He was very unhappy, "I'm hungry, I want to get out of bed to eat."

Laixi: "..."

Laixi shrank back.

Zhuhe was angry: "What's the matter? Could it be that this king has been kidnapped, and he doesn't even have the freedom to wear clothes?!"

Laixi knelt on the ground, shaking tremblingly.

After a long while, he wiped his face in a collapsed state: "I beg your lord to spare my slave's life! Before your Highness left, before you left... I did say that without his will, no, I can't dress you... "

Zhuhe: "?"

Zhu He was stunned, and for a moment he even forgot to be angry: "What?"

Laixi's voice was about to cry: "Your Highness, I have ordered you to wait for him on the bed

.He'll be back soon. "

Zhu He: "..."

"Prince Regent, if you are hungry, this servant... will bring you food here, and you can eat on the bed."

Laixi didn't know whether she was frightened by Yan Rong, or because she was afraid that Zhuhe would cut other people's sticks, so her figure twitched, looking very pitiful, "Or you... If you have anything to say, this slave will let people... help you You hand it over to Your Highness."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhu He glanced at himself, and felt the softness all over his body. What is there not to understand?

I haven't seen you for two years, the damn little brat is growing up!

Zhuhe's face was extremely displeased, and after thinking for a moment, he said to Laixi: "I do have something that I need your help to convey."

Afraid that he might miss a word, Laixi hurriedly took out a small notebook from his pocket: "You, tell me."

"Go and tell Yan Rong."

Zhuhe paused, "This king is his uncle."

The author has something to say: Hehe: Your uncle!

Yan Rong (gentle): Your day is coming.

Hehe: ... Fuck!

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