The Regent is not dead yet

The news of the regent's long illness was no secret in Yandu, but it took several months for the news to spread from Yandu to Beidi, and then back again.

In the silence of the night, the shopkeeper's voice became very clear, and it went straight to Lou Cang's ears.

The white horse's mane raised a distorted arc in the strong wind, and the tall man sitting on the horse froze suddenly. After a long while, he looked at the soldiers kneeling in front of him.

I don't know if it's due to the hard work of the long journey or other reasons, the man's voice is hoarse.

He paused for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "Tan Qi, tell me the truth. The regent..."

The last few words were pressed down the throat like lead.

The man closed his eyes, and was about to start talking again, when the deputy general named Tan Qi kowtowed his head: "General, the news has not been out yet, and my subordinates dare not hide it from you... The Prince Regent passed away this afternoon. The emperor will ascend the throne tomorrow."

All the soldiers in the army have high voices, and the soldiers who have been trained under Lou Cang are even more experienced.

The sound of the biting wind pulled the lieutenant's voice out for a long time, piercing into the body coldly like a blade, and it took a long time before he could feel the piercing pain.

Lou Cang couldn't even react for a moment, and after a while, he asked stiffly, "Why...why didn't the mourning happen?"

The lieutenants and soldiers here naturally didn't understand what Yan Rong was thinking, so they could only answer according to their own guesses.

Tan Qi kowtowed again, and when he looked up, he saw the blood in the general's eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and said cautiously: "This subordinate thinks...probably to avoid the auspicious time tomorrow, and the funeral will be held another day."

"That's why he can't rest in peace in the palace, lying alone?!"

Lou Cang's voice seemed to be choking on blood, and every word contained an unconcealable killing intent, "What are you doing here?"

Although Dali's Zhen Guo general is invincible, he has always been a peaceful man. Apart from strict military discipline, he seldom makes things difficult for his soldiers at other times.

Many soldiers outside the Zuichun Building had never seen Lou Cang like this, and they kept silent, only the lieutenant who was shoved at the front bit the bullet and handed the portrait in his hands to Lou Cang.

"Back, back to the general... I'm ordered by the emperor to come and search the city of Yandu to see if there is anyone similar to the regent..."

Tan Qi shivered, and continued to speak bravely under Lou Cang's cold gaze, "If, if there is...then, take it back to the palace..."

Lou Cang knew that Yan Rong hated the cranes for so many years, but he never expected his hatred to reach such a degree.

After the death of the king regent, he couldn't even keep anyone similar to him.

The painting that was lifted from the lieutenant general's hand was made of gold leaf rice paper unique to the imperial palace, which is most suitable for portraits.

Even though the night is getting dark, the scattered pure gold light spots are also flickering in the portrait, together with the halo of the Zuichunlou big yellow lantern, embellishing the portrait extremely brightly.

And the person in the portrait is leaning on the glazed beauty couch, lazily reaching for a grape, his eyes seem to look forward inadvertently, and when he bends his lips and smiles, the moles at the corners of his eyes seem to jump up instantly.

After years of not seeing each other, the person in the deepest part of his heart, the most unspeakable... still seems to be the same as before.

The general on the horse stared at it for a long time, and subconsciously reached out to caress the cheek of the person in the painting.

The general’s fingers still had calluses left by cold weapons, while the skin of the beauty in the painting was fair and soft——

There is no temperature.

Only the night wind is cold.

Lou Cang seemed to be startled by the cold, withdrew his hand in an instant, looked at the painting again for a while, and then whispered: "This beauty couch..."

This question made the lieutenant, who was kneeling in fear, heaved a sigh of relief.

Tan Qi replied quickly: "The general doesn't know, this beauty couch was the Prince Regent's favorite item before his death. It was specially moved from the Prince Regent's Mansion into the East Palace. It is said that even when he died... the Prince Regent died in the This is on the bed of the beauty of colored glaze."

A sharp knife that had come off its sheath silently pierced Lou Cang's internal organs.

He just felt that he couldn't even tell the pain, but the warmth in his body rushed out as if out of control.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

The lieutenant really didn't understand if he had said something wrong again, but the general's expression was a little more terrifying than before.

The screaming crows took away the last trace of blood from Lou Cang's face.

It's been a long time.

His dehydrated and white lips parted slightly: "Yes, he likes these shiny things. I specially... brought them back from the Huns."

There were no cicadas singing at night in early spring, and the atmosphere was eerily dead.

The deputy general finally belatedly heard a trace of indescribable meaning in Lou Cang's voice, but this meaning seemed to be fleeting.

Another team of cavalry followed Lou Cang into Yandu, and at this time, they walked around the streets and stopped behind him.

The neighing of war horses pierced the sky, and also broke the iron law of Dali, which has not changed since the founding of the dynasty, that generals are not allowed to bring troops into Yandu.

But none of the people present dared to say anything, even the exquisite shopkeeper of Zuichunlou silenced under Lou Cang's ugly face, and stood quietly aside.

There are more than 200 cavalry behind Lou Cang, all of them are wearing black armor, obviously they just returned from Beidi together with Lou Cang.

It is a serious crime for a general to bring a knife into the capital city to kill the nine clans. The lieutenant Tan Qi who was kneeling on the ground naturally didn't have the courage to ask Lou Cang more, and lowered his head with a pale face.

Two years ago, there was no slanting scar around Lou Cang's eye socket, but now the healed scar left a scar on his handsome and handsome face, adding a bit of sternness.

He rode his horse and turned around, the cold light of the scabbard metal reflected on the signboard of Zuichunlou: "You asked the shopkeeper of Zuichunlou, but what did you ask?"

This time, without waiting for the deputy general to answer, the shopkeeper of Zuichunlou took the lead and said: "General Lou, some officials asked me if there are any customers who look like the person in this portrait coming to my shop today... Oh, it turns out that this painting is really the regent! Then the guest today..."

Lou Cang said coldly, "What kind of guest?"

The shopkeeper said: "It's a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. He covers his face, but he also has a mole at the corner of his eye."

"Twelve or thirteen years old..."

Lou Cang repeated the shopkeeper's words in a low voice, then smiled coldly, and said softly, "If he is still here, he will be 28 years old this year."

No one could answer Lou Cang's words, the shopkeeper shrank his neck in fear from Lou Cang's cold eyes, quickly shook his head and said, "What General Lou said is true! The regent is so handsome, how can a yellow-haired boy be so handsome?" and!"

Lou Cang pulled the rein in his palm, and the pure white horse raised its hooves and turned around.

Tan Qi froze for a moment, then subconsciously stood up: "General! You..."

"You don't have to follow!"

The sprinting horse's hooves kicked up dust all over the ground, and Lou Cang's cold voice immediately echoed through the dust.

The cavalry who were originally behind him turned around together, and soon disappeared into the deep night with him.

On the eve of the new emperor's enthronement, the palace was brightly lit, just like daytime.

Lou Cang went straight to the gate of the palace from Zuichun Building.

Even though it was late at night, the palace gate was still wide open.

The guards who should have been at the gate disappeared, so Lou Cang rode his horse into the palace, and finally heard a voice at the third gate of the palace.

The voice was familiar yet unfamiliar, it faded away from the youthful innocence, and instead added a bit of elusive darkness.

"General Zhen Guo returned from Beidi Bian Rong without warning, and led his troops into the palace late at night..."

On the cinnabar blood-colored terrace, the youngest emperor in the Dali calendar was not wearing a dragon robe, but a blue shirt was rolled up by the night wind.

Yan Rong's light brown pupils had an indescribable sadness.

He looked down at Lou Cang from a high position, slightly curved his thin and indifferent lips, and curved a warm smile, then said softly, "General Lou, are you going to force the palace?"

Lou Cang raised his whip, the horse neighed and stopped.

Lou Cang became more vigilant with his battle-tested sensitivity and subtle sound fluctuations in the air.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw hundreds of archers on the left and right sides of the tower beside Yan Rong, all aiming at the exact center.

In the silence of the killing, Lai Xi, dressed in the uniform of the chief eunuch, came from behind with her head down, and handed a dark longbow to Yan Rong.

The bow and feathers were carved from thousand-year-old red sandalwood, and the arrows used were also poisoned, and the throat was sealed with blood.

The smile on Yan Rong's lips was deep and deep, and he no longer saw the shadow of the boy back then.

He stretched his bow and drew the string, pointed the arrow feathers at Lou Cang from top to bottom, and said gently: "General Lou, you have three crimes. Anyone can be punished for any crime.”

Lou Cang clenched the scabbard around his waist, and said in a cold voice: "As the crown prince, you imprisoned the regent privately for several months, wouldn't you violate the laws of the Dali even more?!"

"Oh, after tonight, who in this palace dares to talk about it?"

Yan Rong smiled softly, "What's more, didn't General Lou once say that the regent will support Gu to sit on the throne with his dictatorship, so how come General Lou has punished Gu for the crime?"

Lou Canghan unsheathed his sword, unable to bear it any longer: "He never thought of taking your throne, but you..."

"How about lonely?"

Yan Rong's gaze casually moved away from the poisoned arrow, "Gu snatched him away from General Lou, and made General Lou jealous?"

There are hundreds of palace people on the towers of the palace city, Lou Cang never expected that Yan Rong would be so open-minded.

He was only stunned for a moment, before Yan Rong spoke again: "Yes, General Lou shouldn't be jealous. He would only die on the beauty couch you gave him. As far as jealousy... he was alone at the time. You should be jealous of General Lou."

The night in the palace is a bit colder than the ordinary streets in Yandu, perhaps because there are too many dead souls.

Yan Rong's expression became even colder, and the deepest part of his eyes finally showed a hint of madness.

The corners of his lips curled into a very shallow hook: "General Lou, I have been jealous of you for a long time, and I can't tolerate you. But before you die, I can tell you one thing, so that you can understand."

The pure white war horse roared uneasy.

Lou Cang frowned: "What's the matter?"

"Aren't you regretting that a few years ago, the night you obeyed your father's order and abandoned him, who exactly spent the night with him?"

There was an unconcealable malice in Yan Rong's voice.

"It's lonely."

He drew his longbow and said with a light smile, "It was Gu who drugged him and asked him many times. Until he couldn't take it anymore, he cried and begged Gu to go around him, and Gu asked him to call his husband several times. Just hug him and sleep with him."

"Lou Cang...are you jealous?"

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