The Regent is not dead yet

Zhu He was speechless for a moment.

Then he glanced at Yan Rong, and then subconsciously glanced at himself, falling into a self-entanglement mode.

You must know that he is a straight and straight crane, and he has never been bowed by the bully like today!

Although listening to what Yan Rong said just now, it seems that he can be on the top, but if he really can't get hard after he is on the top, wouldn't his self-esteem be frustrated to death?

Moreover, Zhu He really couldn't guarantee that he could be tough on Yan Rong, just thinking about that scene in his mind made his scalp tingle.

Don't make things difficult for yourself... But how can a man say that he can't do it! ?

Zhuhe's brains spun around several times quickly, turned his head, and sincerely suggested to Yan Rong: "This king is sleepy and wants to sleep, why don't we forget it tonight."

Judging from past experience, Yan Rong's personality would most likely agree with Zhuhe's suggestion.

However, in the candlelight dancing in the East Palace.

Seeing Yan Rong's slightly bent lips, Zhu He leaned over softly: "If the uncle can't do it, you might as well leave it to Gu."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe became angry from embarrassment: "How can this king not do it?!"

However, Yan Rong kissed Zhu He's forehead, with an indescribably deep and ambiguous meaning: "Uncle Huang misunderstood, Gu is saying... Uncle Huang is not in good health, let Gu come here."

Zhu He: "..."

"Uncle Huang, Gu must want you tonight."

Before Zhu He could speak, Yan Rong interrupted his last attempt to struggle.

Zhu He: "..."

For the first time, Zhu He felt an unspeakable danger.

First of all, he can't fight, and secondly, he can't run away, and the little bastard seems to have made up his mind to want the Japanese now... Is it possible that he really wants to lie down and be beaten by the Japanese?

Zhuhe began to regret that he hadn't actively resisted at first, and even regretted why he didn't run away earlier.

Hehe's chastity, Hehe's great beauties, Hehe's beautiful sisters...

Just when Zhuhe sang to himself with vicissitudes and sorrows in his heart.

Yan Rong seemed to sense his absent-mindedness, so he lowered his head and lightly bit Zhuhe's shoulder: "What is Uncle Huang thinking about?"

Zhu He stared straight, ready to let Yan Rong fully feel his lack of cooperation and give up.

He stretched out his arms and legs, trying to come up with ideas to protect his precarious Fart Valley: "...I'm thinking about the late emperor."

Yan Rong suddenly stopped.

immediately.

Zhuhe felt the sudden stiffness of the people beside him, and seemed to be shocked by his whimsical idea that fell from the sky, and nodded more firmly: "Yes, this king is thinking about the late emperor."

Yan Rong sat on the bed with her arms around him, and she was sitting right behind Zhu He.

Therefore, Zhu He, who was in danger, couldn't see what kind of storm was coming on the face behind him.

All I could hear was Yan Rong paused for a while, and then a gentle voice came over.

As if to confirm, Yan Rong asked again: "Is the emperor thinking about the father?"

For some reason, Zhuhe always felt a little hairy on his back, pursed his lips and said: "...Yes."

Yan Rong lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze was like a deep pool soaked in ice, so deep that he couldn't see the bottom.

However, the voice is clear and clear.

He tightly wrapped his arms around the person in his arms, like a ferocious beast that lures its prey into the mouth step by step, lowered his head and kissed Zhu He's hair: "What does Uncle Huang think about Father?"

Zhuhe didn't think about the first emperor at all, so naturally he couldn't answer immediately.

After being stunned for a moment, Yan Rong had already opened his mouth: "Is the father better than Gu?"

Zhuhe: "?"

Zhu He was at a loss.

However, Yan Rong took Zhuhe's silence as his acquiescence, and his expression suddenly sank.

He curled his lips slightly, clasped Zhu He's five fingers, and asked in a warm voice: "Uncle, what is the advantage of father and father over Gu? Bi Gu has outstanding achievements in politics, and Bi Gu knows the direction of courtiers better than Gu, or is he bigger than Gu? , can make you more comfortable, make you feel better...so it is more in your favor?"

This sentence was a bit long, Zhu He was stunned for a while, but didn't realize Yan Rong's meaning for a while.

And after he reacted.

Zhu He: "..."

The little kid has grown up, and he can even speak the words of tiger and wolf!

The relationship between the first emperor and the regent had already been discussed among the people, and Zhu He had naturally heard a lot of secrets about the two.

Emperor Dali Zong reigned for 43 years, and his sons and daughters were not prosperous, and there were not many people in the harem, so that only Yan Rong was the only one who survived among his sons and daughters.

And this prince, who was destined to ascend the throne long ago, was smarter than ordinary people since he was a child. Everyone thought that the first emperor would love this son very much.

But as time passed, it wasn't Yan Rong who became more and more favored, but the only Wang with a different surname who gradually grew up.

Li Wang Zhuhe.

This has almost become a mysterious palace affair.

At this time when Yan Rong mentioned it, Zhu He was silent for a moment, and it was rare that he did not refute.

And it was this quietness that made Yan Rong even more angry.

He gently leaned over to Zhu He's ear, and asked word by word: "Won't Uncle Huang explain?"

Zhuhe inherited the original owner's body, and also inherited the original owner's memory, but he was never willing to recall those bad things in the past.

When asked again, the lack of patience became more and more insufficient.

Zhu He paused for a moment, and pushed Yan Rong's hand a little irritably: "Anyway, this king is innocent! You little brat asking these things..."

"Child?"

Yan Rong's voice seemed to carry a icy smile, but his lips brushed the skin of the person in his arms as they moved inch by inch.

"That's right, I think the emperor will soon know whether Gu is young... or old."

Zhuhe: "!"

When Zhuhe realized that he had just said something wrong without checking for a while, the consequences could no longer be made up for.

The young man who used to be unable to hide his anger and resentment somehow learned not to show his face in the wind and snow in southern Xinjiang, and his thin body in the past began to be tall and slender.

The moment he was covered, Zhu He shrank subconsciously into the brocade quilt.

But he was quickly grabbed by the waist and brought back.

I don't know if it was the touch of Yan Rong's fingers, or the coolness brought by the uncrowded, Zhuhe couldn't help but tremble slightly, bit his lip, and stretched out his hand to grab the presumptuous hand.

Yan Rong didn't dodge or dodge, and with his powerful palm, he easily grasped Zhuhe's pampered five fingers into his palm, and asked him in a calm voice: "What's wrong?"

Zhu He: "..."

It wasn't until Zhuhe, who hadn't suffered pain for a long time, finally saw the coffin, that he gave up his fear.

However, the space is cramped, and the thick bed curtains cover it layer by layer, spreading out gracefully on the ground of the Eastern Palace.

Yan Rong didn't leave Zhuhe with a path to retreat or escape at all.

Zhuhe was held between his body and the bed by Yan Rong, his eyes drifted around, and then he came back tremblingly: "This king suddenly remembered that there are still a few memorials from the border gate that I haven't read yet. Why not..."

"Uncle Huang, you mean the memorials sent by General Lou?"

Yan Rong stroked Zhu He's forehead, which was slightly damp with sweat due to his movements, and even his eyes were gentle, "Gu has already approved everything. If the emperor wants to see it, I will send someone to give it to him tomorrow." Come."

Zhu He: "..."

"However, what Uncle Ruohuang refers to is the one that General Lou placed at the end of the memorandum with his private seal."

Yan Rong kissed the person under him, "Gu has already burned it, the emperor probably won't have the chance to see it."

Zhu He: "..."

Probably because the speechless expression on Zhu He's face was too obvious, Yan Rong slightly bent the corners of his mouth, touched his fingertips down, and said softly: "The jade card of General Lou... Uncle, you only need to take a closer look to see that the jade tablet was made by a former dynasty engraver, and it is engraved with the most famous picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water."

The man's originally clear and gentle voice gradually became hoarse, and the phoenix eyes that looked over seemed to be filled with a thousand desires.

He paused, and then smiled, "It's the same as the bed gauze that Gu specially selected for the emperor's uncle."

"It's just that Gu is different from General Lou."

Yan Rong leaned over, kissed Zhu He's lips, and said word by word, "Gu will never give up the emperor's uncle like him. The emperor's uncle is alone."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhu He was stunned, and then he turned his head belatedly, and took a hard look at the sheets on the bed.

……Depend on.

It's really a pair of ducks kissing each other!

Zhu He looked at the bed, then at Yan Rong, and finally confirmed with great sadness that he might really be doomed today.

What should I do?

I can only be a crane that can bend and stretch.

Zhuhe took a deep breath, and pushed Yan Rong away when he was pressed down, but was quickly moved away.

His voice showed some uncontrollable weakness: "Slightly...softly..."

Dim yellow lights danced, and deep silhouettes were cast in the thick bed curtain.

The one locked underneath obviously lacked strength, and the slender and soft fingers struggled several times to try to grab the bed curtain, but were quickly and easily pressed down by another strong hand.

Yan Rong pecked and kissed Zhu He's face, which was even more beautiful because of the thin sweat, and finally put the kiss on the tear mole that he had longed for for a long time.

"Of course... how can Gu be willing to be hurt by the emperor's uncle?"

Zhuhe couldn't tell how long he had slept before waking up, but the sun was shining brightly when he opened his eyelids, and there was not a single spot on his body that was not sore.

Especially the waist.

It turns out that this is what men do...

The crimson bed curtain that left a deep shadow in Zhuhe's memory is still covered. I don't know if it is his illusion. From the moment he woke up to now, Zhuhe always feels that the smell on the bed is a bit... like what he put on Yan Rong. smell.

Zhuhe, who never blushed, was extremely embarrassed for a second, and then carefully pulled the curtain of the bed with a guilty conscience, trying to let the smell dissipate again.

The people waiting outside the hall quickly ran in, but this time it was no longer Laixi, but Dezhuang who had been by Zhuhe's side all the time.

De Zhuang didn't know if he hadn't slept all night, his complexion was worse than Zhu He's, his eyes looked as if Zhu He was about to sink into the ground: "My lord... are you awake?"

Zhu He: "..."

De Zhuang felt that he was about to cry, so he knelt down at Zhuhe's feet in a few steps: "My lord, the crown prince put you... put you..."

Zhu He: "..."

What Yan Rong did was too vicious.

De Zhuang is his closest confidant. He has seen the regent at his most arrogant and domineering, and now he has seen the regent at his most embarrassing.

The author has something to say: Yan Rong: Sigh.

Lou Cang: Oh.Do you think that he is yours?

Hehe: Bah!dog man!

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