The Regent is not dead yet

The air was overcast and humid all day, and it finally started to rain in the middle of the night.

The intermittent raindrops appeared small and dreary among the brightly lit palace lanterns, and soon disappeared into the bluestone floor.

On the high vermilion palace wall, groups of palace people quickly brought wide umbrellas for the young emperor to shelter from the wind and rain, except for a pair of cavalry standing in front of the gate of the third palace. In the rain, I became more and more helpless.

Although the mysterious armor on his body can withstand tens of thousands of swords, it can't resist the cold rain.

The thin and long rain slowly seeped into the collar from the gap in the Xuanjia, but after a while, even the clothes on the shoulders gradually became a little damp.

The rainwater seemed to be soaked in ice for thousands of years, so cold that Lou Cang trembled slightly on his horse, almost unable to sit still.

Immediately, the old wound on his shoulder began to hurt slowly and protractedly, as if affected by the drizzle.

——That was five years ago, the only time he mistrusted the enemy's situation, fell into the moon slave trap, and almost lost his entire army to the enemy's country.

And it just so happened that that time the regent went to the southern border, personally took the head of the lord of Yuenu, and saved Dali's [-] troops and Lou Cang overnight.

Now that the years have passed, when he dreams back at midnight, he will always think of the moonlight before that round.

That should have been my own moonlight.

In the rain, the cold spear in Lou Cang's hand became more and more cold.

He raised his head from the horse, pulled the rein, and the neighing of the horse resounded throughout the palace.

Lou Cang's eyebrows and eyes no longer have the righteousness of a monarch and a minister, and he looks more like a general who is fighting bloody on the battlefield.

He said coldly: "Your Highness, why should you deceive yourself? If everything is as you said, why are you so unwilling?"

The sudden killing intent in the palace provoked the horses, and the pure white and red-tasseled horses kept raising their hooves, as if they were already ready to accompany the general for the last journey.

Yan Rong's expression changed again and again, the bowstring in his hand was drawn extremely full, and the poisoned arrow was always aiming at Lou Cang's position: "I am not unwilling!"

"Of course you are unwilling."

Lou Cang gave a deep and cold smile, raised his eyes and said, "Yan Rong, you just let me know how despicable you really are, but unfortunately...even if you try everything to get him and possess him—he still never loves you."

Yan Rong's complexion changed drastically.

The rainwater on the Xuanjia had all soaked into his clothes, and the pain from old wounds spread little by little all over Lou Cang's body, combined with the gloomy and cramped air, the pain was so painful that he almost couldn't breathe.

Lou Cang took a deep breath, and said the next sentence under Yan Rong's almost crazy expression.

"Your Highness, so what if you love him? He will never love you from birth to death."

Lou Cang smiled slowly while talking.

I don't know whether it was due to the severe pain or other reasons, but his hand that was holding the nipple tightly loosened suddenly.

The tasseled spear that followed Dali's "War God" suddenly lost its strength, and fell to the ground with a dull bang, hitting the stone slab that had been silent for a long time.

The bright red tassels on the ground were stained with rain and dust on the ground, and soon became muddy, without the appearance of the bloody battlefield.

Lou Cang gently stroked his war horse, then let go of the reins, raised his head, and looked at Yan Rong.

When he spoke, there was an unexpectedly calm and decisive voice in his voice, and it was also a gentleness that he had never seen before, "If this is the case, please ask Your Highness to give me a ride. It's just that the cavalry who came with me did not rebel. Yi, if His Highness is magnanimous, let them die."

Yan Rong's expression was gloomy to the extreme, his hand holding the bowstring kept tightening, and blue and white veins emerged.

Hearing Lou Cang's words, Yan Rong curled his lips into a smile, and said in a warm voice, "General Lou, do you think Gu dare not kill you?"

"Of course not."

Lou Cang's expression was calm and peaceful, he raised his head to look at Yan Rong, and said, "I hope His Highness will do it quickly, I'm worried that he's afraid alone, walking fast on the road to Huangquan, if I go late this time... ...then you can't catch up with him."

Yan Rong's expression changed suddenly.

If there was still some vitality on the face of the young emperor on the palace wall just now, then at this moment, the blood that faded from his face in an instant was mixed with chaotic rain, and the people of the Dali called him the first son. The handsome man looks like a ghost coming out of the abyss.

His gloomy eyes stared straight at Lou Cang, his thin, lifeless lips were trembling all the time, and soon, even the longbow in his hand was a little uncontrollable, the poisonous feathered arrow The bowstring was drawn in an instant, but it fell straight down, and no one was hit.

"Stop talking nonsense! Stop talking nonsense!!!"

The cinnabar-colored palace walls were soaked in rainwater, and the original dark red color was like re-stained blood, gradually filling everyone's nostrils with a fishy smell.

And on the city wall, the crazy blood red in the eyes of the much-anticipated emperor was actually a bit thicker than the palace wall.

He suddenly waved away the people around him, and went straight forward a few steps, seemingly disregarding the height of the majestic palace wall, he wanted to go straight down to find Lou Cang to explain.

The rain elongated the propagation speed of the sound infinitely, and the almost nervous words became even more frightening amidst the faint sound of the rain.

"How could Uncle Huang die? Of course Uncle Huang will not die, he will not leave Gu."

That voice was no longer as clear as it used to be, but filled with extreme paranoia and gloom.

The palace servant standing next to Yan Rong was frightened by his actions and lost two of his souls. At the risk of losing his head, he rushed up and grabbed him, screaming sharply: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty can't do it, Your Majesty!" -"

But Yan Rong, as if he didn't hear it, yelled at Lou Cang eeriely: "Don't think about being with him! He's alone! He's alone, he must be alone with him!" together forever!"

The palace people didn't know if they were used to Yan Rong's sudden appearance, or they were too frightened by him to say anything, they just lowered their heads and tried their best to hold him back, none of them dared to point out his problem.

Lou Cang didn't expect Yan Rong to look like this, he frowned for a while, and was about to speak again, but saw another team of Qingqi galloping inward from outside the palace gate.

The long-term battle allowed Lou Cang to develop excellent eyesight, so that he could tell at a glance that the leader was Shen Muzhi, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

And following behind Shen Muzhi was exactly the team of palace guards that he met at the gate of Zuichun Tower.

According to the laws of the Dali, civil servants are not allowed to enter the palace on horseback after the triple palace gate.

So Shen Muzhi had no choice but to dismount in a hurry in front of the palace gate, and ran towards the inside. He ran until he could see Yan Rong on the city wall, and then took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Keep someone under the arrow!"

Yan Rong's dark eyes turned towards Shen Muzhi, and after a while, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Shen Aiqing, what's the matter? You also come to speak for General Lou?"

"The minister has no such intention!"

Shen Muzhi has been with Yan Rong for several years, so everyone knows Yan Rong better.

He immediately knelt down, kowtowed to Yan Rong, and said in a loud voice: "I am by no means an excuse for General Lou. It's just that the guards who released the folk market today to find news brought new clues. I hope His Majesty will listen to them first." Let’s judge again!”

clue.

The palace servants who were holding Yan Rong tightly found that when they heard this word, the young emperor's body, which was originally as stiff as dying, seemed to have regained some hope, and had the vitality of a living person.

"Oh?"

Yan Rong squinted his eyes, his eyes wandered in front of Shen Muzhi for a moment, and then stopped on Lou Cang, "Come here, put General Lou into the sky prison for the lonely, and wait for his punishment."

The guards who followed Yan Rong were not under the supervision of Lou Cang, so they naturally obeyed Yan Rong's order, stepped forward and politely pointed to Lou Cang: "General Lou, please."

Lou Cang didn't move.

The leading guard said: "General, please don't make things difficult. Even if the general doesn't think about us, I'm afraid he still needs to think a little more about the Zhenguo General's Mansion."

Lou Cang looked ugly, stopped for a few seconds, dismounted and followed the guards.

The cavalry's horseshoes made splashes in the rain, and soon fell silent again.

Yan Rong's eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, and there was an extremely weird softness on his face.

He looked at Shen Muzhi, and said in a gentle voice, "Shen Aiqing, what good news did you bring to Gu?"

Under the heavy rain curtain, Shen Muzhi tried his best to see Yan Rong on the city wall.

Before the regent died, everything seemed so normal for the youngest emperor in the Dali calendar.

He is gentle, dignified and elegant, appoints talented people, loves the people, and works hard day and night.

And when Zhuhe left, his death seemed to be the key to unlocking the devil. In other words, Yan Rong instantly shed his usual disguise, revealing a side that no outsider had ever seen.

Shen Muzhi saluted again, closed his eyes, and said, "I... found someone who might... have seen the regent."

Yan Rong's finger bones clenched tightly on the blue brick in front of him, blood stains soon appeared as his fingertips were being sharpened: "Where is it?!"

Shen Muzhi gestured to the location of the palace gate.

Soon, the guards brought the shopkeeper of Zuichun Tower and walked in quickly, and they knelt down beside Shen Muzhi.

The shopkeeper of the Drunken Spring Tower has never seen such a grand scene. He was in a state of fear from the moment he entered the palace gate, until he knelt beside Shen Muzhi, and then lowered his voice tremblingly: "Officer, official... , What is this for!?"

Although Shen Muzhi had a cold temper, he didn't have the habit of being an official. He lowered his head and comforted him: "It's nothing, wait for your Majesty to ask, and you can answer truthfully."

"Ah? This is the emperor?"

The shopkeeper was still living in the folks' filter of Yan Rong, and when he came in just now, he secretly glanced at the people on the city wall, and was stunned for a while, "Guard, are you bluffing...how could His Royal Highness be so violent? "

Shen Muzhi: "..."

But this time before Shen Muzhi could explain again, Yan Rong spoke first: "Have you met the regent?"

Probably because he heard the word "good news", his expression was much calmer than not long ago, as if he was afraid that the people kneeling on the ground might not be able to hear clearly, so he asked again: "Guwen, have you seen the regent?"

The person on the palace wall in front of him is not at all like the prince who is diligent and caring for the people.

Although there is a three point on his lips, his eyes are cold, like a lake in deep winter.

The shopkeeper of Zuichun Tower had seen countless people, but he still trembled under Yan Rong's sight. He subconsciously took two steps back, and with a trembling voice, he reluctantly said, "Go back, go back...to the palace, Your Majesty! Yes, the younger one is... a person who looks similar to the regent! Big, about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing, wearing a hood! Only one eye is exposed, and yes, there is a mole on the left eye!"

Yan Rong didn't know if she was dissatisfied, so she repeated in a low voice: "Twelve or thirteen years old, you use children to fool Gu?"

But the shopkeeper of the Zuichun Tower was frightened by his words, and immediately screamed: "Yes, no, no! Your Majesty! He...he doesn't look like a child of an ordinary family."

All of a sudden, the shopkeeper of Zuichun Tower seemed to remember something, and cried, "I think, I remembered! There is also a monk in white beside him... The monk is very strange. The rosary in his hand is The white jade one looks like it's stained with blood! I beg your Majesty to take care of the little one—"

"Monk in white?"

Yan Rong's expression froze, and he suddenly interrupted the shopkeeper, "Can you hear the name of that monk?"

The shopkeeper of Zuichun Tower seemed not expecting that Yan Rong would suddenly ask the monk's name, and after a long time of stupidity, he thought: "Yes... yes! I just remembered! Your Majesty, the young man who looks like the regent seems to be called ...call that monk Xiangjin."

Yan Rong froze, and the red sandalwood longbow in his hand rolled down from the high palace wall and fell to the ground in an instant, splitting into two pieces in an instant.

The next day.

The new emperor's ascension ceremony.

According to the old law of the Dali calendar, the new emperor must go to Yanshan to perform the sacrificial ceremony when he ascends the throne.

And Yanshan is divided into the front mountain and the back mountain. The places of worship are mostly in the front mountain, and there is a Buddhist temple in the back mountain, where thousands of people in Yandu pray and worship.

The temple was full of incense, and this day coincided with the auspicious day of enthronement. Many people came to the temple early to wait for the door to open, and burned a stick of incense for peace of mind.

It was only dawn, and the cranes could smell the strong smell of incense through the door.

He has always disliked the pure land of Buddhism, and even less like monks. He just hangs around here because he has no money to eat and no place to sleep. He is ready to steal Xiangjin's pocket and find a chance to escape.

However, the opportunity is obviously not so easy to find.

The abbot of the temple seemed to have asked the janitor to open the gate of the courtyard. In an instant, there was a lot of people's voices, and the smell of incense was even stronger.

Zhu He, who never sleeps until the sun is up, with two big black eye circles on his face, sits up in shock from his dying illness on the hard plank bed, walks upright to the door of the room, and pushes it away angrily. door, shouted loudly: "Where did the villain escape--"

The little monk who was sweeping the floor in front of his door was frightened by Zhuhe and squatted down, holding the little broom tightly in his hand with a frightened expression.

Zhu He: "..."

The little bald head looked less than ten years old, and looked more pitiful than the smaller cranes.

However, Zhuhe still stretched out his sinful hand, he pulled the little monk up, picked up the broom, and the two elder brothers hooked their fingers together: "Money, money, some cutting?"

Little monk: "..."

The little monk shook his head aggrieved and weakly.

Zhuhe rolled his black eyes quickly twice, lowered his voice and asked, "Then where is the incense money in your temple?"

Little monk: "..."

The little monk looked like he was about to cry.

Zhuhe, who had nothing to gain, sighed, and stuffed the broom back into the little monk's arms.

Just as he was about to close the door, he heard a tall monk come hurriedly around the corner, walked up to the young monk, and said angrily to the little bald head: "The front yard is so busy! Why do you still have time to sweep the floor here!? "

The little monk didn't seem to speak very neatly, and it took him a long time to utter a single word: "Ah...I..."

"Forget it!"

The tall monk looked at the young monk complaining, "Go and help ring the prayer bell, the things from the palace are coming soon, I will go to the front mountain to meet them."

The wooden door that was supposed to be closed opened instantly.

Zhuhe poked out a particularly flexible head from behind the door, tilted his head and called to the tall monk, and asked in a clear and obedient voice: "This little brother, may I ask what is it from the palace? "

Only then did the tall monk realize that the people in the house were awake, and saw that the person was only twelve or thirteen years old, so he didn't think much, and said directly: "The guest doesn't know, the new emperor has ascended the throne, and today he donated a lot of incense to our temple. Many of them are treasures in the palace, we are afraid that they will be damaged on the way, so we are going to meet them."

treasure? !

Zhuhe's beautiful eyes flickered instantly.

The author has something to say: Yan Rong: (Knock on wooden fish.jpg) Is the lonely rabbit hooked?

Yan Rong: (Knock Knock.jpg again) Have you taken the bait yet?

He He: Come, come, bite the hook!

Yan Rong: (showing a kind smile.jpg)

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Good night babies!

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