The Regent is not dead yet

The huge East Palace, the messy bed, and the sickly shivering little prince on the bed.

The scene can be said to be unbearable and unbearable.

In addition, the instigator was really shameless, and at the moment he was questioned by pointing at the tip of his nose, Zhu He didn't show even a trace of symbolic embarrassment on his face.

In the end, he rubbed the poor innocent but not small guy reluctantly, and wiped the bed sheet embroidered with gold thread casually, and said very naturally: "Your Highness, don't be nervous, the emperor is just looking at your other things." Whether the place is affected, after all, the dragon veins cannot be injured."

Yan Rong didn't know whether he was ashamed or angry, his handsome face turned paler, and the hatred in his eyes couldn't be concealed: "Desolation... shameless debauchery!"

Zhu He didn't pay attention to the little prince's temper at all, and said teasingly, "His Royal Highness, be careful. Why is this king so licentious? Has the emperor cheated on you, eh?"

These words are really nasty.

Even when the two of them were at their most tense before, Yan Rong had never heard such wanton words.

And Zhu He, who suddenly understood the beauty of the perverted script, couldn't stop.

He stretched out his hand aggressively, and lightly hooked the little prince's chin: "Zi Yang, the whole palace is now rumoring that this king is obsessed with you and can't help himself. Let this king guess, who first released this rumor?"

Yan Rong's stern eyes shrank immediately, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but was tormented by a sudden sharp pain and bit his lips tightly. He resisted for a moment, but finally couldn't resist, and fainted past.

With such a delicate body and frail body, it's no wonder that in the original text, everyone is accepted.

The poor little prince in a coma can no longer bring fresh joy to the regent.

Zhu He curled his lips in disappointment, and lowered his head to look at the position of the Gu worm just now. The raised skin under the forearm with strong lines became more and more ferocious, gradually revealing a tea-black outline.

The outline squirmed continuously, as if it was making the final struggle again and again.

There are indeed very few Gu worms in Dali.

It's a pity that this insect and that insect are not threatening in Zhu He's view.

Just like the love and sorrow of the little prince or anyone in this book, it has no effect on him at all.

As long as this world exists securely, he will always have the supreme right to enjoyment and the right to immunity all the time.

Who told He He to fly?

Zhuhe carried out the insect observation diary for half an hour happily, and finally unceremoniously pulled the last half of the Gu worm's leg out of Yan Rong's forearm, held it in his hand and held it in front of the candlelight. shaken.

It's a fat, blood-red bug.

In the eyes of Zhu He, who has read countless insects, he can barely be regarded as naive.

So the regent kindly threw it into the porcelain vase, and found out with conscience, he put a sheet on the naked little prince on the bed, and walked to the door.

It was already dark, and the palace people kneeled in a row outside the door.

Zhuhe had already found enough fun with Yan Rong, so he was easy to talk, and said in a pleasant manner: "Today, the matter of Gu poison must not be spread, and the prince himself will keep his own mouth in check for this king, understand?"

As a personal eunuch, Laixi had no choice but to kneel at the front, trembling and trembling: "Slave, I understand! But if His Royal Highness asks..."

"Then make up a lie."

Zhuhe also came to ask with a face full of this, "Could it be that you want this king to turn against Beidi for something that I can't find out for the time being?"

The palace people immediately panicked: "The servants dare not!"

Zhuhe waved his hands: "Specifically, you should go to the Hetai Hospital to find a way, so that you can report to Dezhuang. It's very late, and the king is going back to the residence to rest."

There is a touch of orchid fragrance burning in the delicate golden chariot everywhere.

The speed of the chariot is not slow, but it is very stable.

Zhu He leaned lazily on the soft cushion, and the cork on the somewhat crumbling khaki-yellow porcelain bottle had been pulled away in his hand, and a big fleshy blood-red worm inside kept trying to crawl out from the mouth of the bottle.

However, every time he tried his best to poke his head out, it was stuffed back by Zhu He's thin white finger.

Dezhuang: "..."

Accompanied by the driver in Pangdezhuang, he still couldn't hold back at the end, and said cautiously: "Regent, since you are willing to relieve His Highness the venom, why don't you let His Highness know?"

It was the nth time that Zhuhe sent the Gu worm back, and yawned uninterestedly: "Why do you want him to know?"

De Zhuang said: "Small thinking... This time the devotion is just for you to clear up the misunderstanding with His Highness the Crown Prince and bring you closer..."

Zhu He was at a loss: "No, why did this king resolve the misunderstanding with him?"

Dezhuang: "..."

Zhu He said casually: "Xiao Dezi, this king and the little prince are in a bloody power struggle, and it is absolutely impossible to be kind. There is no misunderstanding."

De Zhuang was stunned: "Then why don't you..."

"Why didn't you kill Yan Rong?"

Zhu He sighed softly, "Silly boy, of course it's because it's fun."

The moonlight shines through the pure gold window and falls on the moles at the corners of Zhu He's eyes, looking cold and heartless.

He pressed the cork back to the mouth of the bottle, and smiled, "Dezhuang, what's the fun in just reading the script, isn't it more interesting to let the little prince play a story of the prince's revenge?"