The Regent is not dead yet

According to Zhu He himself, if he did it, he would do it. In fact, he has nothing to suffer.

It was Yan Rong who moved, and it was Yan Rong who contributed. He just had to lie down and cooperate with him depending on whether he was happy or not.

Anyway, I'm going to die soon... There's nothing wrong with having a good time.

It's just that the waist is too sore and uncomfortable.

Zhuhe lost his mind for a while, and couldn't help thinking about the scene last night, then hesitantly helped his lower back, and fell back on the bed listlessly.

The physical strength of the young man is really not acceptable to the old arms and legs of Hehe, it's okay to have a good time, but it may be really fatal if you come a few more times.

Let Yan Rong leave his physical strength to others.

De Zhuang hadn't seen his master for nearly four days, and it wasn't until someone from the East Palace came to tell him to enter the palace that he saw someone he hadn't seen for a few days in the Prince's bedroom.

He has followed Zhuhe since he was sold at the age of 12, and he has seen him change from the king of Li to the king of regent, from a young boy to a powerful man, smooth sailing, aloof and extravagant.

——I have seen the days when the regent sang and galloped his horse, but never saw him so haggard, pale, thin and lonely.

The person half lying on the bed was only wearing a pure white inner coat. The material of the clothes was excellent, but the buttons on the neckline were unbuttoned, and a light red hickey around the neck could be seen at a glance.

There are more unspeakable traces half hidden under the clothes.

The regent's eyes were still flushed, and he sat on the bed very loosely, staring at the ceiling in silence for a long time before turning around.

"Okay, don't cry. Go get hot water for the king first, and then we'll go back home."

This sentence made De Zhuang feel even more sour, and he stood there with his head down for a long while without moving.

After recalling every pose Yan Rong made last night, Zhu He smacked his lips. Just as he turned his head, he saw De Zhuang's mournful face: "What's wrong?"

De Zhuang knelt down beside Zhuhe's bed, tears streaming down his face immediately afterward: "My lord...the prince said before leaving, you can't...leave the East Palace."

Zhuhe: "?"

Zhuhe was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Dezhuang wiped away his tears, looked at Zhuhe with red eyes, and twitched his nose: "The crown prince issued an order before he left, saying that after talking about you, no one will let you go unless he is with you... Half a step out of the East Palace. Otherwise, those who disobey the order...will implicate the nine clans."

Zhu He: "..."

This little bastard, has he learned how to punish the Nine Clans? !

Zhuhe gasped in anger and asked, "What else did he say?"

De Zhuang's head hit the ground next to the bed heavily, and soon it was dripping with blood.

He said in a trembling voice: "His Royal Highness also said that if you still don't listen to dissuasion, he... he will also... build a golden house for you..."

Zhu He: "..."

If you sleep, you sleep, and if you don't let go after sleeping, you are playing hooligans.

Hehe hates other people playing hooligans the most.

Zhu He frowned, and looked around the environment in the East Palace.

It's not that he won't stay, but that there is nothing in the palace that the regent can look at.

In the Prince Regent's Mansion, Zhuhe's food and clothing are all extremely extravagant, while Yan Rong has always been thrifty, and even his East Palace looks extremely simple.

Zhu He looked back extremely dissatisfied, with dissatisfaction written all over his eyes: "Where's Yan Rong?"

De Zhuang seemed to be worried that Zhu He was going to find Yan Rong desperately, and before the tears on his face dried up, he desperately came up and grabbed Zhu He by the corner of his clothes: "No way, my lord, you must never go to the prince! Yours The body is now..."

"Is this king crazy and went to find him?"

Zhu He helped the bed rails, and barely sat up straight, "Find someone to bring him a letter, and ask him to bring all the things in the master's bedroom in the palace to this king. No less."

Dezhuang: "..."

De Zhuang was silent for a moment, then said in a soft voice: "My lord, then... they all moved here, I'm afraid the main hall of the East Palace cannot be put down."

Zhuhe: "!"

Zhuhe couldn't bear it anymore: "Then put it in the side hall. I just want to use an emerald washbasin, an agate toothbrush with a sapphire toothbrush on the handle, can't I?"

De Zhuang wiped away the tears from his face, nodded with a red nose: "Your Highness is right, I'll go now."

Zhu He: "..."

It is probably because Dezhuang has played a good role as a breeder for a long time, and Zhuhe has always been a little more patient with him than ordinary people.

Therefore, seeing Dezhuang pitiful, I couldn't help but comfort me a few more words: "It's okay, don't be sad, this king must not live long, after this king dies, you will be the biggest successor of this king's estate, you and your Future generations will surely be able to live their lives without worrying about food and clothing.”

Dezhuang: "..."

De Zhuang was about to deliver the message under Zhu He's order, when he heard the words, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eye sockets turned red again after he finally recovered.

He stood at the gate of the main hall, the morning sun slantingly reflected from the window lattice, looking bright and full of vigor.

De Zhuang swallowed the sobs in his throat, and tried his best to open his mouth again: "My lord won't...not..., my lord will surely be blessed and live a long life."

Zhu He: "..."

Humans are very crying creatures.

And sometimes there is no respect for reality and science.

This body is obviously about to lose its breath, how can I insist on wishing him a long time.

Zhuhe's waist was sore and his back hurt so badly, so he didn't continue to entangle with Dezhuang about this matter, he just waved his hand and said: "Forget it, let's not talk about it. Anyway, after the king is gone, remember to burn the furniture of the king." To this king, don't forget."

De Zhuang's tears fell from his eyes.

He looked at the bed, and the person sleeping on the bed was already very thin, barely taking up much space... and as far as he could remember, the regent's health never seemed to get better.

Even though he was the regent, he was full of gold and silver delicacies day and night, but he couldn't save this declining body.

Although it was rumored to be extremely distasteful among the people, in these years, the regent has clearly never abused his servants again, let alone cut a stick...

The person on the bed seemed to feel a little sleepy again, and those beautiful peach eyes closed slightly, even the tear mole at the corner of his eyes seemed quiet.

When Dezhuang was a child wandering in the market, he once heard someone say that when a person is about to die, there will be a lingering old spirit in his body.

But now, he saw this old spirit in the regent.

Zhuhe also couldn't say whether his health was getting worse day by day, or whether he had been tossed too much by Yan Rong the first night.

In short, he closed and opened his eyes, and found that another day had passed.

The sun that was still hanging on the top of his head when he woke up last time did not know when it set again. From his angle, he could just see the half-open window, and the moonlight outside was pale and desolate.

After sleeping for a long time, the body will always appear more and more tired, and Zhu He only feels an indescribable drowsiness all over his body.

He was about to get up when another arm stretched out from the side, supporting his lower back and supporting him up.

Only then did Zhuhe remember to glance to the side.

He met Yan Rong's eyes.

The Son of Heaven who became famous as a young man had been here for some time. He didn't wear the court clothes he wore during the day, but only a white unlined garment similar to the cranes.

Yan Rong didn't intend to let go of his hand, and with the other free hand, he tucked a strand of Zhu He's hair behind his ear, and said softly, "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

Zhuhe's eyes were finally focused, and after a long while, he felt his stomach slowly, then shook his head: "I'm not hungry."

Is really not hungry.

Probably he was about to die, and his body functions had entered the final stagnation period.

Zhuhe sighed softly, looked at the ceiling seriously, and thought about how to develop his life in the future after he flew away.

Yan Rong refused to let him leave the East Palace, even if more things from the Prince Regent's Mansion were moved to the East Palace, it would definitely be only a small part.

Property is so cheap De Zhuang breeder.

Hehe cried bitterly!

The more Zhu He thought about it, the more he felt that there was no hope for He's life. He couldn't help but let out another long breath, and holding his last hope, he raised his head and asked Yan Rong, "Are you going to do it tonight?"

I am afraid that the money is gone, and it is comforting to have a good body before death.

However, Yan Rong frowned, sat down beside Zhuhe, and pulled him into his arms very tenderly: "In the heart of the emperor, is Ziyang the kind of person who ignores your body and only cares about his own pleasure?" ?”

Zhu He: "..."

I hope you are.

But apparently you're not.

Hehe was disappointed.

Zhuhe, who had lost even his last hope, finally confirmed once again that the world is not worth it.

He straightened his arms and legs, didn't even want to say another word, and closed his eyes again: "If you don't do it, let me go. I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

Yan Rong's complexion was a little heavy, and he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, just said, "Holding you alone."

Zhu He: "..."

What a magical operation is it to sleep in your arms? !

Zhu He originally thought that Yan Rong's words were just casual.

However, when Yan Rong went to adjust the window lattice, and ordered the palace servants to light the two braziers again, and finally took off his underwear, lay down under the quilt, and put his arms around Zhu He again, Zhu He realized that he was not joking. of.

Due to the imbalance of the body's adjustment ability, Zhu He's limbs were extremely cold. Although more than a dozen braziers had been lit in the hall, there was still no warmth at all.

But Yan Rong's body was like a natural stove, when he hugged her, she was like a big warm baby, making every inch of Zhu He feel rare relief.

Although it is only a temporary heat.

It was cold to the bone.

The reason why Zhu He wanted to escape quickly was because he couldn't stand the chill that seemed to freeze anytime and anywhere, but he never thought that Yan Rong, who was holding an ice cube, could do it too Look at ease.

I don't know how long it has passed.

It was rare for Zhu He not to fall asleep, and carefully looked at Yan Rong for a long time with the moonlight coming in from the window, and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it cold to hold this king like this?"

His Highness the Crown Prince, who is admired by many young girls who have not left the court in Dali, has an extremely beautiful jaw line.

Zhu He raised his head from Yan Rong's arms, and happened to be able to see the outline of every line.

The man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he bent down and kissed Zhuhe's forehead: "Cold."

Zhu He had just used his icy fingers to freeze Yan Rong, and when he heard his answer, he immediately retracted his fingertips with guilt, and said fiercely: "Leng, you still don't let me go? "

Yan Rong's gaze was quiet and hesitant in the silent moonlight.

He paused, then said softly, "I don't want to."

Zhu He: "..."

That really freezes you to death.

Yan Rong hugged Zhuhe even tighter: "I'm a little scared... as soon as I let go, the uncle will disappear."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe didn't speak.

Yan Rong lowered her head, as if she felt that the kiss just now was still not enough, so she kissed Zhu He's lips again: "Will Uncle Huang leave Gu?"

Will do.

Zhu He allowed Yan Rong to kiss him enough, and just when he was about to get angry, Yan Rong stopped his movements again.

"Gu has already sent someone to invite the best doctor among the people, who will surely heal the emperor's uncle completely."

Yan Rong caressed every strand of Zhuhe's hair soothingly, "The emperor wants the furniture in the palace, and Gu has already sent someone to move it. If there is not enough space in the East Palace, after Gu ascends the throne, I will give it to the emperor's uncle." Build a more luxurious palace than the Regent's Palace, okay?"

Zhu He: "..."

Thank you, Hehe might not be able to enjoy it.

Yan Rong said softly: "I just want Uncle Huang to eat well, rest, and take medicine on time every day. Can Uncle Huang do it?"

Zhu He: "..."

Yan Rong: "If you can't do it, you can't bear to punish the uncle, so you can only punish the people around him."

Zhu He: "..."

If Yan Rong was allowed to continue like this, Zhu He was really afraid that he would say something earth-shattering again, so he hurriedly interrupted him: "Life and death are destiny, no one can say things like coming and going."

Two years ago, Yan Rong's character was easy to control, but now...Zhu He is really not sure about his temperament, which is unpredictable and might even make a knife out of someone.

After thinking about it, Zhuhe still added another sentence: "If this king dies, it will be the end of the day. You don't need to implicate others. If you commit murder, you will be charged with this king."

Yan Rong's light brown pupils shrank slightly, as if he hadn't thought of the words of Sha Nie, he paused for a moment, and didn't say another word.

Zhuhe took the opportunity to yawn big: "Okay, that's it. Go to sleep."

After taking care of Yan Rong, he explained what happened after his death, and there was a natural humanoid warm baby beside him.

After this sleep, Zhuhe quickly fell asleep.

The moonlight is cool.

If Zhu He was still awake at this time, he would surely have discovered that the original wooden window lattices of the East Palace had all been replaced with extremely rare colored glaze at some point, ensuring the temperature and light in the house to the greatest extent.

A thin layer of moonlight spilled into the house from the glazed windows, reflecting on the charming bed curtain.

The person in Yan Rong's arms had already fallen into a deep sleep, but he was the only one who was still extremely awake.

Yan Rong has already noticed since the last time they slept together that Zhuhe's sleeping posture has always been bad, and his sleep is not honest. I don't know if it is because of chills or other reasons. Once he is asleep, he will subconsciously forget the arms of the people around him. drill.

Obviously afraid of the cold, but always push the quilt.

Sensing that the cranes were arching again in their arms, Yan Rong felt a little uneasy, so he got up and covered the quilt again, and lay down on his side again.

With the faint light, it happened that Zhuhe's entire face could be seen clearly.

The arrogant and domineering face in the boy's memory looked very well-behaved in the silent night, without any hostility, and the long eyelashes fluttered under the eyelids, like a butterfly that landed abruptly.

Yan Rong wanted to kiss, but she was afraid of waking up the person on top of her heart.

It's a pity that Zhuhe, who was sleeping on all fours, couldn't understand the various thoughts of the people around him at all, turned over like spreading pancakes, and even buried his head in Yan Rong's arms.

After a while, maybe feeling suffocated, he brushed his eyes and the tip of his nose out against Yan Rong's shoulders again.

He curled his lips uncomfortably, and talked in a sleepy voice in a muffled voice: "I still want to shut Hehe... just dream... Cranes can fly... scare you to death..."

like a child.

Yan Rong bent her lips, and her voice was soft and low, embellished with the words of the person in her arms: "How does Hehe fly?"

Zhu He almost lay on Yan Rong's body, using his shoulder as a pillow.

"Hehe has wings... bah... I won't tell you..."

Yan Rong: "..."

Yan Rong shook his head helplessly and indulgently, and patted Zhu He's thin and slender back like coaxing a child: "Okay, don't tell Gu, Gu doesn't know, go to sleep."

Under Zhu He's tossing and turning, it was not until late at night that Yan Rong barely fell asleep.

Unlike the regent who doesn't work hard in his limbs, Yan Rong, the prince of Dali, has always been a very diligent person.

Especially when the accession to the throne was approaching recently, miscellaneous affairs and new political newspapers from all over the world were piled up on the desk of the imperial study. Except for the daily court meeting, Yan Rong spent most of his time on memorials.

Officials in the court expressed great praise for Yan Rong's hard work and hard work, and tried their best to pull and trample the cranes during the court.

"Your Highness, you don't know how the regent handled the memorial during the two years you were absent!"

"Yeah, yeah, you don't know, the so-called critique of memorials by the Regent is to draw crosses or ticks in circles on the spread out memorials, and some even draw pig's heads... After the approval, everyone didn't understand, so they asked him , do you know what he said?"

"He actually said that this is the simplest method of reviewing notes he invented. Tell me, is this reasonable?! It's just nonsense!"

"According to the old minister, the regent is not a person who manages the government at all. He has usurped power for several years. After you ascend the throne, Your Highness, you must deal with this person seriously!"

"That's right! But with the regent's body, I'm afraid..."

Bai Yu's paperweight fell heavily on the gold case.

The court officials watched Yan Rong's expression on the dragon chair change from mild to dangerous.

Although there was still a smile on his face, the voice of the internal discussion became smaller and smaller, and finally fell silent.

It had only been a few days since Yan Rong returned to court, but the officials soon realized that His Highness the Crown Prince was no longer the gentle and harmless person he once was.

"This is the first time Gu said it, and it is also the last time he mentioned it."

There was a smile on Yan Rong's face, but his eyes were cold, "The regent is Gu's uncle, you don't need to ask about the matter between Gu and him, if Gu hears you talking about the regent again, Especially when it comes to his body, I will never forgive you lightly."

All the ministers looked at each other in blank dismay, and all shut up.

Yan Rong sleeps later than dogs and wakes up earlier than chickens.

Zhuhes go to bed earlier than pigs and wake up the first night in the world.

But probably at night, Yan Rong's human-shaped warm baby made her more comfortable. Zhuhe slept well this time, so he woke up much earlier than yesterday.

At least not yet three shots into the sun.

Laixi followed Yan Rong to court, and it was Dezhuang who stayed with Zhuhe.

His body was at the end of his strength, no matter how well he slept, he could only maintain his energy for a short while.

Zhuhe rubbed his eyes in a bit of sleepiness, and looked at Dezhuang twice: "What time is it?"

De Zhuang offered fresh water and towels to the cranes, and served the regent to get dressed.

Under Yan Rong's order, Zhu He couldn't leave the East Palace, not even the door of the sleeping hall, so he became more casual in his clothes.

He only casually put on his unlined clothes and put on a fox fur, and sat down at the table with a sleepy expression, not interested in the breakfast on the table.

It's time to fly away.

De Zhuangzai poured Zhuhe tea carefully, and followed him: "My lord, it's almost time for lunch, what do you want to eat, I'll let the imperial dining room make it for you, my little one. Guaranteed to be piping hot!"

Although it is not really about to hang up, the physical discomfort is real.

Zhuhe lowered his head, and it took him a while to regain his energy: "No need...you go out, and let me be alone for a while."

De Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhu He cautiously for a long time: "Doesn't the lord need my little companion?"

"No."

Zhu He was a little worried that he would scare De Zhuang to death when he died suddenly, so he raised his hand, "Go to the outer hall, I'm still a little tired and don't want to talk."

De Zhuang opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything more. He walked behind the screen and slowly closed the door of the inner hall.

In just half a day, most of the things in the main bedroom of the Prince Regent's Mansion had been moved to the East Palace intact.

Including the beauty couch that Lou Cang brought back from the Huns and gave to Zhu He.

After all, the layout of the main hall of the East Palace is not the same as that of the main bedroom of the Wangfu. Although some things are the same, but the background is different, so it looks a bit less luxurious.

Zhu He stood up slowly, turned left and right and looked through all the furnishings in the house seriously.

Then I found that none of them could be taken away by a little bird.

Zhu He: "..."

After being the regent for several years, he actually wanted to leave penniless before he died.

Zhu He sighed for a long time, sat down on his favorite beauty couch, and stopped breathing unwillingly.

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Yue Xi, the first minister in power back then, never imagined that he would be given to death by a pot of poisoned wine by the nine princes whom he had supported for many years.

After a dream for thousands of years, Yue Xi was pleasantly surprised to find that he was reborn!

He, the famous number one scholar in the capital, Jingping King who wiped out the barbarians, became the most famous person in the High School Affiliated to Yan University...

slacker student.

As a famous thinker, writer, politician and military strategist in the Chu Dynasty of our country——

Yue Xi neatly cleaned up the group of bastards who bullied the original owner, and then transferred to the liberal arts class next door.

But ……

How does his new tablemate look like the Ninth Prince? !

So the High School Affiliated to Yanda has two big news recently

1. Yue Xi, a well-known mentally handicapped student in the school, suddenly evolved into a school bully after being bullied and almost died

2. Yuexi, the new school bully who is well-known in the whole school, may be crazy again

The reasons are as follows:

Every day in the classroom, he yells at his classmate Mr. Shao, and his strange remarks include——

"Little bastard, you will be so profligate once I die?!"

"That's not what you said when you poisoned me!"

"Shao Zizhou, can you review the history, I was your teacher back then!"

Mr. Shao pressed his deskmate on the table with a cold face.

"Then do you want to see how unofficial history writes about the two of us, teacher?"

Yue Xi: ...? !

Shao · Cool in front of people, crying bag in back of others · Tsundere face · Zizhou → Yue · Front of people | Dramatist, behind bars, beautiful, strong and miserable · Xi