The Regent is not dead yet

There was neither the sound of equipment falling to the ground, nor any last words.

The door of the inner hall of the East Palace is tightly closed. The beauty couches transported thousands of miles from the Huns to Dali are all made of the best nanmu, and the armrests are inlaid with exotic treasures that symbolize auspiciousness. Any one of them is priceless. .

At this time, a bright yellow chick was violently using its pair of thin claws to pick the gems of the Latin American couch.

It's a pity that the body is too small, and I have worked hard for a long time without success.

A piece of the bright yellow feathers puffed up between the movements, and landed lightly and soundlessly on the ground.

However, the chick who was stealing failed to notice, and it jumped back and forth on the back of the beauty couch twice angrily, probably because of the pain from scratching one of its little paws, and maintained its independent posture of the golden rooster.

It was not yet noon, and the mild sunlight slanted in from the window, casting a round, fluffy reflection of the chick's small body on the ground.

Juvenile birds are always difficult to tell what species it is.

The golden rooster independent chick on the beauty's couch stood aggressively for a while, and looked around the room again with its dark and bright eyes, probably finally determined that with his small body, he really couldn't take anything away, so he was so angry He yelled fiercely: "Jiujiujiu-!"

Little chick: "..."

The tender yellow bird suffered another fatal blow, and even its bright eyes were tinged with despair.

It drooped its head, tilted its head to look at the person leaning on the beauty's couch, and only then realized - it turns out that this body is really similar to when it was shaped like a human.

Tsk, if you want to blame, blame the copper mirror for not being able to see clearly!Never seen it clearly before!

The little chick jumped onto the shoulder of his "corpse" curiously, and looked at himself carefully again.

Look at the thick black hair, look at the long curly eyelashes, look at the high bridge of the nose, look at the beautifully shaped lips... but there is no color left.

The regent's body had already run out of fuel, and when he stopped breathing, the last trace of vitality seemed to be completely disconnected, and he disappeared from the shell without looking back.

But if you remove this lifeless appearance.

Over the years, the people and officials of Dali have despised and criticized by tens of thousands of people, the regent king who is not tolerated by the world - indeed has too beautiful appearance.

Perhaps it is somewhat inappropriate to describe a man as beautiful, but the regent's complexion is not Dali's favorite image of a handsome man, but rather a little strange.

It's just that now that his eyes are completely closed, the bewitching eyes in the past are much less, and even the tear mole in front of him doesn't look so aggressive anymore.

The bright yellow chick doesn't have much attachment to the body, after all, it's just a transformation.

So it only took a few extra glances, then fluttered its little wings a little bit distressed, and looked at the half-open window lattice with its nimble little head.

After sighing deeply, the dislike flew out of the window with great effort, turned twice on the spot to check the direction, confirmed the shortest route, and then flew out towards the cinnabar red palace gate.

The delicate and tender little wings fluttered and fluttered rapidly.

When flying past the gate of the East Palace, Zhuhe finally saw how many guards were standing in front of the palace gate that he could not step out of before his death.

There were guards from the inner hall to the outer hall, and each team of guards had serious expressions, and the scabbards that shone with cold metallic colors were close to the waist, and they looked very unfriendly at first glance.

Zhu He: "..."

The chubby, fluffy chick immediately flew faster, speeding up and rushing over the heads of the guards.

There was only a bright yellow figure that was lightning fast enough to conceal one's ears.

A guard guarding the gate of the East Palace, who just entered the palace this year, stared at the sky in a daze for a while, and then saw a flying body like a small cannonball flying towards the inner hall at extreme speed.

It was gone in the blink of an eye.

Guard: "..."

Is there any bird that flies so fast?

The young guard was not sure, so he turned his head and reported to the imperial commander in the team: "Lieutenant General, it seems that a bird flew over from the sky just now, but I remember that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince never allowed the regent to raise birds."

The imperial commander didn't raise his head, and turned the handle of the knife in his hand disdainfully: "You shouldn't care less, a bird is our turn to intervene? Do you think the regent can turn into a bird and fly away?"

Little guard: "But that bird..."

Only halfway through the conversation, Yan Rong's Luan drove over from a distance.

The day of ascension to the throne is just around the corner, and the number of guards beside Yan Rong has increased from eight to sixteen, and the ordinary sedan chair has been replaced with a golden car like the cranes.

But the golden chariot that the late emperor used to have entered the mausoleum with the late emperor, the ministers were a little puzzled, but they never dared to ask in front of the present Yan Rong.

His Royal Highness the crown prince, who has all the power, didn't wear his favorite plain clothes in the past, probably because he had just come down to court, and the gold silk court dress on his body had not been replaced, which made his eyebrows and eyes look more noble and dignified, without the slightest gloomy color.

The golden car stopped in front of the main hall of the East Palace.

Yan Rong got off the chariot and smiled at the imperial commander: "Everyone has worked hard."

The imperial commander is a very typical rough man, who was promoted and reused by Yan Rong in southern Xinjiang, and he is extremely loyal.

He immediately knelt down and said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Everything in the palace is as usual today, and there are no accidents."

Yan Rong asked people to get up, and said gently: "Gu has not ascended the throne yet, so there is no need to address him as His Majesty. Can the emperor have breakfast today?"

It stands to reason that this question is only known to the personal eunuch, and the prince would not ask this question in the past.

The imperial commander was stunned.

"The miraculous folk doctor entered the palace this morning. After discussing with the imperial doctor of the imperial hospital, he wanted to come together to diagnose the emperor's uncle's pulse and treat his illness."

Before he had time to speak, he heard Yan Rong say, "I was just worried that the emperor's uncle hadn't woken up and would disturb him if he went in, so I asked you first."

The Imperial Commander: "..."

The imperial commander subconsciously glanced behind Yan Rong, only to realize that in addition to the 16 people driving the golden car, the imperial doctor from the entire Children's Hospital and a few unknown faces were also behind the car.

Yue Mo is the folk miracle doctor that His Highness the Crown Prince mentioned just now.

When the Imperial Commander was in southern Xinjiang, he had heard countless times from his colleagues about the disharmony between His Highness the Crown Prince and the Regent, and he was even more worried about the King Regent bullying the Crown Prince. Therefore, even today, he cannot understand why His Highness the Crown Prince is so still. Can repay complaints with virtue.

He could not express his grievances, so he had to kneel down and said, "Return to Your Highness, the imperial dining room did deliver the meal on time this morning, but the lunch box has not been retrieved yet. The regent's personal attendant is just outside the gate of the inner hall. Go ask."

"Outside the door?"

Yan Rong frowned, and looked into the heavy palace, and when he saw Dezhuang's location, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness, "No need, just ask yourself."

Naturally, the imperial commander did not dare to stop Yan Rong, so he opened the way and respectfully invited Yan Rong to enter the high-walled courtyard with probably a dozen or so famous doctors behind him.

Passing through several layers of guards with swords, Yan Rong stepped into the main hall, and saw Dezhuang standing in front of the hall gate at a glance.

There was obvious anxiety in De Zhuang's expression, and he was about to try to knock on the door again when he heard a voice from behind him.

That voice sounded very elegant and upright at first glance, as humble and gentle as a gentleman.

But when you listen carefully, the tone of the voice is stretched into a very tight string, as if just a light touch, the string will break and see blood.

Yan Rong said, "Why are you waiting here instead of going in to serve?"

For some reason, De Zhuang Dang even shivered from fright.

With a jerk of his hand, the originally tightly closed palace door was instantly pushed open a gap that was neither wide nor narrow.

The palace gate is thick and heavy, no matter how careful your movements are, there will inevitably be noises, making people irritated.

But just after the ear-piercing "creaking" sound, those who fell asleep in the inner hall were the most pampered, the tallest, and they had to be extremely careful in everything, and couldn't tolerate the slightest bit of dissatisfaction...but they didn't express any dissatisfaction.

Silence gradually overflowed in the huge East Palace.

The weather today is actually very good, the sun has risen brightly at this time, and dozens of charcoal braziers in the hall are still burning.

——But in just a few seconds, the air in the entire hall seemed to be frozen by solid ice.

No one spoke first.

Dezhuang's expression was a little dazed at first, and then quickly turned into panic.

He knelt down abruptly, with a trembling voice: "His Royal Highness, please forgive me, the regent asked the little one to wait outside—"

Before the words fell, the person was kicked and fell to the side.

The person who kicked him seemed to have already lost his footing, and even his strength seemed to be somewhat lacking due to his haste.

Dezhuang raised his head subconsciously.

It was the first time that Prince Dali, who had always been bright and happy, smiled before saying a word, and the clear and bright Prince Dali had an expression of panic that could not be concealed for the first time, opened the door suddenly, even tripped over the threshold, and stumbled in. Into a dead silent inner hall.

Followed by.

De Zhuang saw that facing the gate of the palace - the regent was leaning on the beauty couch in an extremely quiet manner, and his body, which had no breathing ups and downs, was casually covered with snow-white fox fur.

The people on the couch had lost all their warmth, and were almost as pale as fox fur.

And the gems inlaid on the beauty's couch sparkled under the noon sun, and the refracted and refracted light reflected on the sleepy face of the regent, as if suddenly staining the person who walked away a little bit. Unreal vitality.

That was a very good-looking man.

But the man's lips were as pale as ashes.

Dezhuang couldn't react sluggishly.

He watched Yan Rong walk into the regent's side, knelt down, and the prince's court dress covered with Kowloon gold threads was stained with dust on the ground.

Yan Rong leaned close to the person on the couch, sniffed, but stopped in the next second.

De Zhuang seemed to have finally understood something, and rushed into the hall suddenly, crying: "My lord—"

At this time, the palace people who were in charge of birth and death from various palaces hurried over, only took a look, and opened their mouths with sharp, thin, emotionless words.

"On the twenty-second day of the spring equinox in the 43rd year of the Dali calendar, Sishi, She, Zheng, and Wang collapsed—"

The author has something to say: Hehe: Wow, you guys are crying so sadly? !

Hehe: Then can you send some money to Hehe? !

Yan Rong: No.

Hehe: ... qaq

Xiangjin: I can.

Yan Rong:?

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Good night babies!

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