The Regent is not dead yet

It is no longer a secret in the palace that the regent's body is going from bad to worse, and everyone in the palace sees the stay behind closed doors during this period as a sign that the regent is about to die.

The shrill and thin voice of the palace man in charge of time was heard one after another, and the historian in charge of recording in the palace rushed to the palace.

It wasn't long before the time of the morning court and the next court, and most of the ministers heard this news in front of the palace gate before they could leave the palace and return home. Whether it was shocking or joyful news.

The regent usurped power arbitrarily, and his actions without political achievements had never accumulated the slightest favor among his courtiers. At this time, he left, which made many ministers feel relieved.

Many ministers originally wanted to go to the East Palace to see the situation, but they remembered what Yan Rong said at the court today, hesitated for a long time, and most of them returned to the palace first to wait for the news.

Soon, the mourning drum in the palace was beaten six times in a row.

The number of six times is only used for princes and princes. It is the news that the regent passed away to the common people by the historian who was responsible for recording.

A simple carriage also stopped in front of the palace gate. The servant in plain clothes glanced at his master's sudden stop, looked deeply into the dark cinnabar palace wall, and tentatively said after a while: "Master Shen...the carriages of the other adults have all left, you should also get in the carriage quickly."

Shen Muzhi was no longer the servant of the fifth rank two years ago, but a crimson official robe of the second rank.

It's just that this second rank was not promoted by Yan Rong, but by Zhu He himself within the past two years.

Shen Muzhi has never understood that Zhu He knows that he is Yan Rong's person, but he never seems to care about this, from the fifth rank to the second rank... Only the regent who has never followed the rules and acted recklessly has the courage and recklessness. promoted.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the servant had no choice but to say again: "Master Shen...the regent is in the East Palace, and the East Palace is adjacent to the Harem..."

Shen Muzhi said softly: "Is it the mourning drum in the palace just now?"

My lord never speaks much, looks cold, but actually has a very gentle personality, unlike other high officials in the court, he has always been very polite to his servants.

The little servant was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, my lord, only the mourning drum in the palace has such a loud sound. Whenever there is a collapse, this drum must be played. The six drum sounds just now should It corresponds to the Prince Regent."

The golden sun at noon slanted from the other end of the blood-red palace wall.

Shen Muzhi closed his eyes, and after a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "Yes...he is the last prince."

The boy opened his mouth, originally wanted to say something, but seeing Shen Muzhi's expression, he didn't dare to say it.

The first emperor's heirs were rare, and when he ascended the throne, he slaughtered his brothers and sisters wantonly. Therefore, except for Wang Zhuhe with a different surname, there are only two or three princes who have been dispatched and relocated to other places in the entire Dali calendar.

At this time, the last six echoes of the mourning drum are probably the last words left by the regent.

It's a pity that he never saw each other again.

The carriages that were parked at the gate of the palace gradually moved away, and the other ministers talked a lot when they saw Shen Muzhi looking back into the palace.

Shen Muzhi has excellent contacts in the court, and after a while, one of them came up and patted Shen Muzhi on the shoulder: "Brother Shen, I know that the regent is kind to you for promoting you, but that person behaved pervertedly and disorderly, who would know?" What did he think about promoting you? Now that the account is settled, you don't have to feel sorry for him. "

Shen Muzhi gently pushed away half a step, and nodded coldly and politely: "Thank you brother Liu, I have something to do today, I will ask you to talk about it some other day."

The man was only in his thirties, he laughed, turned his head and followed Shen Muzhi's gaze to look at the palace, and heaved a long sigh of relief: "Finally dead!"

In the end, apart from Shen Muzhi's carriage, only the guards on duty stood silently in front of the palace gate.

Maybe it was because the sun was too bright at noon, the servant secretly glanced at his master, and found that he closed his eyes lightly, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes that were extremely hard to see.

The hot bluestone slabs in front of the palace gate were scorching hot, and the guard on duty finally couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but said: "Master Shen, the Eastern Palace has gone to many famous doctors today, the prohibition must not be strict, if you want to see the regent for the last time, The subordinates think it shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Shen Muzhi looked away slightly: "Famous doctor?"

"Yes."

The guard was sweating from the scorching sun, but his body was still upright, "Prince... No, His Majesty has invited many folk doctors to see the regent. He just entered the palace today. Alas, it is a pity that the regent may not be able to wait... "

Shen Muzhi didn't speak.

The guards in the palace basically knew that this young second-rank Xiangqing was born in the common people and not the son of an official, so they were naturally willing to have a few words with him.

So the guard said again: "My subordinate sees that you have been standing here for almost an hour, and the regent does not know if you can enter the imperial tomb. If you don't go now, I'm afraid you will never see him again."

I'm afraid I'll never see you again.

These words were like a knife tearing off the last layer of sandpaper, stabbing Shen Muzhi hard in an instant until he was dripping with blood.

He almost couldn't stand still at once, and he swayed to stabilize his figure.

Shen Muzhi put the few memorials in his hands into the arms of the boy: "You go back first."

The boy was stunned for a moment, and said stupidly: "Ah? Then you, what about you?"

"When you go back, prepare a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine for me."

Shen Muzhi's quiet voice was like a sigh, which was quickly dispersed in the wind, "I'll go...to see him one last time."

The historian who was in charge of the official history of life and death in the palace had gone through three dynasties. After the death of the first emperor, he went home to recuperate, and his son Chen Zimu temporarily took over the job.

Life and death are deterministic, and everything cannot be controlled by others, so the work of birth and death historians has always been simple and boring, and even the working methods are the same, and there is always nothing new.

As soon as the mourning sound was heard in the palace, the mourning drum followed.

After six tones, the sound of death can be recorded in the hour.

Although the death of the regent is a major event, I am afraid that no one in Dali wants the regent to continue to live.

The new historian, who had just taken over from his father, quickly completed the previous series of operations, took the bamboo slips, and was about to enter the inner hall to make further records of the remains of the regent and the scenes in the hall.

However, as soon as he stepped into the East Palace, he was stunned for a moment.

Because... □□ was quiet.

There were hundreds of guards with knives outside the entire East Palace, and dozens of palace people who came to serve the regent's clothing, food, housing and transportation inside. Even the inner palace at this moment had about 30 to [-] people at a glance.

But there were so many people, but no one made any sound.

In the huge Eastern Palace, everything seems to be silent except for the sedative incense.

It's like... the person lying on the beauty's couch in the inner hall just fell into a light sleep, and the others were afraid of disturbing him.

This sudden thought made the historian Chen Zimu feel horrified.

He subconsciously looked around, and easily saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince bent slightly beside the beauty's couch, wearing a gold silk court dress...or, in other words, tomorrow will be His Majesty the Ninety-Five Supreme Emperor.

The day before the enthronement ceremony, the regent died.

It's not like insulting the prince in every possible way in the past, but rather like giving him the last big gift before he ascends the throne and proclaims himself emperor.

Even though he was delayed in southern Xinjiang for two years, His Royal Highness, the crown prince who is most loved by girls who have not yet left the boudoir, is still magnificent and unparalleled in appearance.

The most important thing is, still young.

After the enthronement ceremony tomorrow, he will be the youngest emperor in history.

In the nearly dead silence of the room, the new historian who walked in became the most abrupt presence.

However, recording births and deaths is his most fundamental job. Even though the atmosphere at the scene was extremely strange, the official historian Chen Zimu had no choice but to bite the bullet and clutch the bamboo slips in his hand, and walked towards Yan Rong and Zhu He.

After only a few steps, he felt profusely sweating.

In this inner hall, apart from the savory incense, it is not known how many braziers were burned, and the whole room was scorched like a steamer, making it almost impossible to breathe.

And the most frightening thing was that, except for the regent who was no longer aware of it... no one raised any objections.

Sweat rolled down the forehead of the new historian. His legs trembled, and he managed to walk to the side of the beauty's bed. He looked at the fallen cranes with the courage of his work.

And in the next second, the hot sweat on his body suddenly condensed into an uncontrollable coolness.

——His Royal Highness... No, His Majesty is kissing the Regent.

Not forehead, not cheek, not tip of nose.

It's lips.

The regent's lips had already lost all blood. Looking at it from Chen Zimu's perspective, he could even feel the stiffness and coldness of his body.

However, His Majesty's lips and tongue easily pried away the rigidity of the Regent, approaching step by step with aggression.

The new historian stayed where he was, and the bamboo slips that were more than half rolled up in his hand came loose and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

The originally silent inner hall only had this burst of crackling.

Chen Zimu was so frightened that even he knelt down and picked up the bamboo slips on the ground with trembling hands, but he couldn't pick them up for a long time.

He was so panicked that he could hardly control his hands and feet.

Until a slender and strong hand took the bamboo slips on the ground for him and handed them over.

"Look up and look at Gu."

Chen Zimu had never had a face-to-face conversation with this young emperor who was about to enthroned at such a close distance. He knew that his death was imminent. Word: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Yan Rong's brows still had some clarity from before.

He lowered his head and said word by word: "Bring the bamboo slips, what do you want to remember?"

Chen Zimu's five fingers had vaguely scratched bloodstains on the ground, and his voice trembled: "My minister, before the annals of history, I came to record the regent..."

Yan Rong smiled lightly: "Uncle Huang is here well, neither rebelling against nor leaving the palace, what do you want to remember about him?"

The chill has already replaced the steaming heat.

Suddenly, Chen Zimu almost felt that he had heard the wrong voice, but the next second he reacted, he was taken aback.

White-haired sweat climbed up the historian's back.

The historian who had just taken over his father's position was at a loss for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to ask the rest of the palace people for some help about the truth—but found that no one spoke at all.

As if he himself were the fake.

Chen Zimu has not yet opened his mouth.

Yan Rong frowned first, and then said quietly, "Why didn't you speak? Could it be that Gu scared you, so get up and answer."

Chen Zimu stretched out his hand to grab the blanket on the ground, and it took him a while to stand up half his body, his legs softened, and he knelt down again.

After kneeling, he didn't get up again.

He kowtowed dozens of times to Yan Rong, until his head was bleeding, and the blood flowed down his eyes, staining the sight in front of him blood red.

Looking at the people standing in front of him through the blood-red curtain, the young emperor seemed to have all the gentleness and elegance inherent in him without a trace, and cast a bloodthirsty coldness and killing intent.

And a gentle voice soon came from beside his ears.

Yan Rong duanliang said: "What is this for? Aiqing, please get up quickly. If you go to the wrong place, you can just go back. There is no need to perform such a big gift."

Chen Zimu just felt cold all over his body.

He took two steps back on his knees and held the bamboo slip in his hand tightly: "Your Majesty... what your majesty said is that my minister ran to the wrong place. Thank you for your mercy! Thank you for your mercy!"

Yan Rong smiled: "Why is Aiqing so polite? Since you came to the wrong place, you should go back quickly. It would be bad if you delay things."

"Yes Yes!"

Chen Zimu took a deep breath, saluted Yan Rong, turned around and staggered towards the door.

He rushed so fast that he didn't even care about watching the road. He ran to the entrance of the main hall and bumped into the people who came in.

The person who came reached out to help him, and the blood all over his head and face was stained on that person in an instant.

Chen Zimu raised his head in a panic, and it took him a while to recognize the person who walked in, and said in a trembling voice, "Shen, Mr. Shen."

Shen Muzhi was a little surprised, he helped him to stand still, and then he let go and said, "Master Chen, you are..."

Chen Zimu looked crazy, and shook his head almost in fear: "No, nothing! I am suing, and I will leave!"

Shen Muzhi happened to see the bamboo slips in his hand that recorded births and deaths in the palace, and his expression couldn't help but dimmed a little: "The regent's record is over, if it's convenient, you can give it to me..."

"no no!"

Chen Zimu grabbed the bamboo slips tightly, and took several breaths before he could say a complete sentence, "My minister... I don't know about the regent's affairs, so I will resign!"

Shen Muzhi tried to reach out to stop him again, but Chen Zimu had already rushed away.

He froze for a moment, stood there and glanced at the inner hall, then quietly summoned a palace attendant over, and was about to ask, the palace attendant shook his head: "Master Shen, please don't make things difficult."

The atmosphere in the hall was too depressing.

Shen Muzhi thought for a while, and a very bad guess emerged.

He frowned, pushed open the door of the inner hall, and saw Yan Rong who was holding the cranes into his arms.

And Zhu He quietly closed his eyes, most of the neat clothes on his body had already been taken off at some point.

His smooth skin was revealed, and his figure was completely limp and leaning against Yan Rong's arms. There seemed to be an indescribable confusion between the two of them.

How...how can it be? !

A wave of anger burned uncontrollably in an instant.

Shen Muzhi's breath was stagnant, and when he was about to speak, he saw Yan Rong gently covered the cranes in his arms with a brocade quilt, and then bent down and got off the beauty couch.

Yan Rong casually took the clothes from the hanger and put them on her body, squinting her eyes: "Although Shen Aiqing is a lonely and important minister, I'm afraid it's inappropriate to trespass into the inner palace without knocking on the door."

"It's probably even more inappropriate for His Highness to treat the regent like this!"

Shen Muzhi couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily, "Your Highness knows that the Regent is dead! How can..."

"Knowingly?"

Yan Rong turned her head, "I don't know."

Shen Muzhi took a deep breath: "Your Highness, the regent will... the official historian came to record..."

"It's the emperor who wants to escape."

Yan Rong smiled lightly, and said again, "Mozhi, it's the emperor who wants to leave Gu, wants to escape."

Shen Muzhi pursed her lips.

However, Yan Rong carefully took a small lacquer box on the table, and opened the lacquer box with a touch of his finger: "Look."

Shen Muzhi could only follow Yan Rong's line of sight.

The lacquer box was already small, so its content was naturally even smaller.

At this time, there was only a bright yellow feather inside.

Very light and soft, as if it could disappear at any time.

"Just then the imperial doctor told Gu that four years ago, Gu was poisoned by the Gu poison brought by Wu Yu. It was the uncle who introduced the Gu into his body through some unknown method, and cured the Gu for Gu."

Yan Rong said softly, "But now that the emperor doesn't love Gu anymore, he doesn't want to stay for Gu anymore."

Shen Muzhi was the latest to become an official, so naturally he didn't know that there was still such a relationship, so he was stunned for a moment.

"Gu asked the guards of the East Palace, and there was no outsider in or out of the palace, only a bright yellow chick flew out."

Yan Rong took the feather out of the lacquer box and held it in his palm. After a while, he smiled slightly: "Mozhi, tell me, will the uncle turn into a bird and fly away?"

The author has something to say: Yan Rong: It doesn't matter, I can take the emperor back again.

Yan Rong: I'll die every day after I'm caught.

He He:? ? ?

Xiangjin: Wake up.

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It’s not that I guessed it, it’s that I don’t want to accept the reality. Don’t overestimate Yan Xiaorong...he’s just crazy, I’ll make it clearer in the next chapter

Today's author fungus is a thick and long author fungus!I won't be on duty this month, and the update should be more stable.Don't worry, everyone~

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