The Regent is not dead yet

Yan Rong's voice fell silent, and there was a dead silence in the East Palace.

The palace people all looked panic-stricken, their eyes wandered and fell on the person in the center of the inner hall, only for a moment, their hands and feet stiffened and they lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

No one dared to comment on how shocking and ridiculous Yan Rong's words were.

The voice of the youngest emperor in the history books seems to still have an innate gentleness and elegance, but his eyes are full of redness that cannot be concealed.

He clearly had never cried just now, but the blood in his eyes flooded up little by little at some point, and the dragon on the gold silk court dress glistened in the sunlight, which further showed the madness of its owner.

Seeing that no one answered, Yan Rong actually raised his voice and laughed: "How, do you also think Gu's words are reasonable?"

As long as one still maintains a normal thinking, people will not forcefully push back to the bird to fly away.

The commander with a sword in front of the imperial court is a rough man stained with blood on the battlefield. Naturally, he does not believe in such ghosts, let alone seeing that His Royal Highness, who used to be impeccable in the mud, has become what he is now. Dang even knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, Since ancient times, the story of humans turning into birds and flying away has only been written in story books, which are pure nonsense. Besides, the regent has been seriously ill for a long time. It’s just life, the death of the Regent can only be dismissed as a medicine without a cure, how can... Your Highness!"

Before the last few words could be uttered, the imperial commander only felt the scabbard on his waist lighten.

Yan Rong's expression was still as gentle as usual, but the sword blade that had just been unsheathed slammed down in his hand.

The cold light overflowed, and the scarlet blood immediately stained the carpet on the floor of the inner hall.

The commander who was able to speak just now had only time to feel the oxygen in his throat, and he couldn't even understand why he suddenly became speechless.

He still maintained the posture of raising his head and slightly opening his mouth to speak when he was alive, and blood spurted out from the carotid artery wound.

Yan Rong lowered his head to look at him, slightly bent his lips, and said in a warm voice: "Nonsense words, death penalty shall be punished."

The corpse, which still had the temperature of life, lay beside the young emperor's golden silk chaozi, and the shoes stitched with golden thread were soon soaked in blood red.

Yan Rong didn't seem to care at all, just sighed, and looked at the rest of the shop with serious eyes: "Look, this is the dead person."

"The lonely uncle is so quiet, so obedient, so soft...how could he die?"

Yan Rong said again, "What do you think?"

The palace servants standing inside the palace and the guards outside were as silent as cicadas, and no one dared to speak in the huge and empty East Palace.

Shen Muzhi was standing beside Yan Rong.

Just now, Yan Rong's action of drawing the sword and killing people was so fast that people were caught off guard, and he couldn't spare the time to stop him.

When he reacted, the burly man with a stature of nearly nine feet had already been spattered three feet with blood.

The dripping blood not only splashed on the carpet and window curtains, but also on the clothes of Yan Rong and Shen Muzhi, and also splashed a few drops on Yan Rong's face.

Shen Muzhi's line of sight happens to be able to see Yan Rong's expression in full view.

The gushing blood slid down from Yan Rong's soft and clear side face, leaving a trace.

But Yan Rong's expression was so crazy that Shen Mu couldn't tell whether it was the redder blood or Yan Rong's eyes that were redder for a moment.

Standing in place for a long time, Shen Muzhi only felt chills all over.

He took a step back, closed his eyes, and said softly, "Your Majesty... I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to kill someone in front of the Regent."

Yan Rong raised his hand, casually wiped off the blood on his face, and turned his head to look at Zhuhe, his eyes were full of caution.

Then he turned around, looked at Shen Mozhi with a frown, and said in a deep voice: "It's disrespectful to offend the emperor with words, and I just get rid of people he doesn't like for the emperor's sake, what's wrong with it?"

Shen Muzhi almost subconsciously glanced at Zhuhe on the beauty's couch, then turned his gaze back awkwardly: "Your Majesty doesn't ask the Regent, how do you know he doesn't like this person?"

Yan Rong seemed to be slightly taken aback, then walked towards Zhuhe.

He was only a few steps away from the beauty's couch, and quickly got down in front of Zhuhe, called out to the emperor in a gentle voice, and whispered something into Zhuhe's ear.

It's a pity that Zhuhe is destined not to give any answer.

Yan Rong waited by the couch for a long time, but there was no trace of impatience on her face.

In the end he turned around and said to Shen Muzhi: "Uncle Huang is always sleepy these days, Gu really shouldn't bother him at this time. Come here, drag him out and bury him, don't let Uncle Huang see him again. "

Soon, several palace servants came up and quietly pulled down the corpse of the imperial commander, and the carpet was immediately replaced with a new one.

If it weren't for the bloody smell that couldn't be wiped away because of the burning brazier in the hall, the scene just now seemed to be just a dream.

Shen Muzhi had never seen Yan Rong commit a murder, let alone the palace servants.

But now he not only killed, but with his hands, it was like killing a lifeless dead thing.

Dead silence once again filled the entire East Palace.

Shen Muzhi paused for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "It's hot in the room, what will His Majesty plan...to deal with...the body of the regent king?"

"Uncle Huang naturally wants to accompany Gu."

Yan Rong sat down on the bench next to the beauty's couch, poured himself a cup of bitter tea, and said softly, "I didn't let the emperor leave, where can the emperor go?"

The high temperature does ensure that the corpse does not stiffen.

But the high temperature will also increase the decay of the corpse.

Shen Muzhi turned sideways, silently looked at Zhuhe from an angle that Yan Rong couldn't see, and couldn't even imagine his physical incompleteness.

Who can believe that a dead person turns into a bird and flies high?

Just a crazy delusion.

Shen Muzhi took a deep breath, turned around and looked at Yan Rong: "Your Majesty said earlier that the guards in the palace saw a bird flying out of the inner hall, which guard is it?"

Yan Rong carefully tucked the corners of the blankets for the fallen cranes, and pointed to a person standing at the entrance of the inner hall.

The guard was still young, and his face was already pale with fright. Seeing Yan Rong pointing at him, he immediately knelt down and said in a miserable voice, "Subordinate...subordinate indeed saw a light yellow sparrow flying overhead, but... But I can't prove whether it really flew out of the inner palace, and I don't know if it's related to the regent, the regent..."

Shen Muzhi waved his hand and interrupted the guard's words: "Your Majesty, excuse me, there are many birds and birds in the palace. I'm afraid it's not enough to infer from this alone..."

"Shen Aiqing, do you also doubt Gu?"

Yan Rong flattened the strands of hair around Zhu He's ears one by one, and turned her head.

There was an example of the emperor leading with a sword before, Shen Muzhi had to compromise a bit: "I dare not, but I feel that if your majesty has such an inference, there should be more evidence besides the words of the guards and the feather in the box..."

"There is no evidence."

The smile on Yan Rong's lips cooled down.

He stood up, walked to Shen Muzhi's side, and patted him on the shoulder, "But Muzhi, how can the emperor die? A person like him spends the best food and drink in the world, and even wants to drink only water." Dew. How could he die peacefully like this?"

Shen Muzhi clenched his lips, with a gloomy expression on his face: "But Your Highness, you and I both know that his body is already at the end of its strength, life and death are only a matter of time, at least he is not in too much pain right now..."

"I don't want to hear it."

The coldness in Yan Rong's eyes permeated his entire eyes, and it fell coldly on Shen Muzhi, "Muzhi, don't say this sentence again."

What Shen Muzhi couldn't say was suppressed back into his mouthpiece. He looked at Yan Rong, opened his mouth, finally knelt down, and said: "In this case, the palace servants and guards in the East Palace... look at the regent In view of the king's expression, I implore Your Majesty to be lenient."

The little chick flew for almost two hours before flying out of the high palace wall.

The round and fluffy fledgling got into a big green locust tree not far from the gate of the harem, panting, lay flat on all fours, and rested in the shade for a long time before poking out a tender The little yellow head looked towards the palace gate.

The palace wall was behind it, so you couldn't see what was going on inside the palace at all, but the change of guards at the palace gate was calm, so the little bastard probably hasn't returned to the East Palace yet.

Tsk, silly little bastard!

The little chick couldn't help standing on the branch and raised its neck and sang a song of chirping to itself, and because of its ugly voice, it successfully attracted unanimous criticism from the sparrows in the next tree.

Cut, little silly birds who don't know how to appreciate!

The fluffy little yellow chick quarreled angrily with a family of seven sparrows on the tree next door for another half an hour. After successfully winning the victory with one against seven, they leaped into the big locust tree in high spirits canopy.

Then, after a while.

A few leaves fell from the canopy of the locust tree, and the bright yellow chicks disappeared without a trace.

Instead, it was a snow-white crane with only a tuft of black feathers on its tail feathers and crest.

The crane was very good-looking, with long and neat wings, an incomparably elegant figure, and bright black eyes that were lively and vivid, and it was several times more beautiful than any bird.

The black crane spread its wings generously, and its long and beautiful wings cast a large shadow on the scorching sun, successfully scaring the sparrow family on the tree next door.

There is no need to hide their bodies outside the palace, the cranes have been recharging their energy for many days, and finally they can fly enough with their bodies.

He circled the entire Yandu twice, and after confirming that there was no big monster with a higher level of cultivation than him in Yandu, whether in the city or in the suburbs, he happily sang the song of calling the king the king.

Before calling yourself the king of the mountain, you must first fill your stomach.

The cranes have already been fed up with their appetites, so naturally they are not willing to go to the mountains to graze grass seeds and bark.

He wants to eat fish, he wants to eat sashimi salmon, or sea cucumber with green onions, or spicy fried rice dumplings.

The smartest and most beautiful Xuanhe in the world made two circles in the air, found a place where no one was around, and landed on the spot.

The moment he landed on the ground, he became an extremely beautiful young boy.

The young boy was only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a pair of peach blossom eyes blinking and blinking, looking innocent and pure, except for the teardrop mole in front of his eyes, which was affectionate and unfeeling.

If Yan Du had seen the many people of the Regent King, then he would definitely be able to recognize that this young man was a complete copy of the Regent King himself.

However, the regent was scolding outside, and the common people were all afraid, and the portraits in ancient times were not like real people at all.

So, when the handsome young man took to the streets generously, no one noticed him at all, and even attracted the attention of many young girls.

The young boy was wearing tattered clothes, and the clothes could still vaguely look like fine silk.

Every time he went to a stall, the pitiful young man said that he had met a bad person, escaped with great difficulty, forgot where his home was, and was about to starve to death.

then.

Zhu He was penniless and extremely poor, but he ate from the east end of the snack street to the west end, his belly was so empty that he couldn't walk fast.

The last one in the snack street is a candied haws shop.

The candied gourds inserted on the straw are crystal clear and bright red, with a few hawthorns and strawberries, and they look very delicious.

Zhuhe rubbed his belly, drooled, and stopped in front of the candied haws shop with sparkling eyes. He adjusted his posture and expression, ready to beg online.

But he didn't wait for him to speak.

A man in his thirties came out of the store, and impatiently waved his hands when he saw Zhuhe: "Go away! You little beggar! I think you've gone all the way! Are you still full?! Came here to rub against me again?"

Zhu He: "..."

The young boy who was invincible and had never been rejected before was stunned, his aggrieved eyes had not had time to close, and he looked extremely pitiful.

He subconsciously touched his pocket, looked at the candied haws in front of him with great sadness, and carefully sucked the tip of his nose.

Just as he was about to leave in despair, he heard a slightly cold voice behind him.

"Don't go, I'll buy it for you."

The author has something to say: Yan Rong:? ?Gu should not be in the palace.

Xiangjin: Yes, you should be under the car.

He He:? ? ?

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