The Regent is not dead yet

Zhu He slept in Yan Rong's arms until the next morning before waking up.

Although Dali's army camped on the spot last night, in order not to wake up the sleeping cranes, Yan Rong really kept the posture of sitting on the carriage all night, neither getting off the carriage nor moving a bit supper.

However, Zhuhe still felt dissatisfied when he woke up the next day.

He lay in Yan Rong's arms for a while, then rubbed his eyes and got up, turned around and glanced at Yan Rong: "It's really hard to lie on you, it's hard, why don't you put me on the bed and go to sleep ?”

Naturally, Yan Rong would not be angry, stretched out his hand and easily hugged Zhuhe back, and said softly, "Still suffering?"

The strength of Yan Rong's hands is very important, especially yesterday, Zhuhe felt that he was tortured all day long, and now he is a little bit more comfortable under Yan Rong's service.

Under the strong vigilance, Zhu He still slipped off Yan Rong, sat on the soft cushion beside him, and said, "I want to sleep on the bed tonight, you can sleep in the carriage by yourself."

"Okay, sleep alone in the carriage, the emperor's uncle sleeps on the bed."

Yan Rong smiled gently, and no longer forced Zhuhe to come back, but lowered her head and kissed his hairpin, coaxing, "Are you hungry?"

Zhuhe was very arrogant when he was still the regent, although he lost the throne now, it didn't affect him riding on Yanrong's neck to do his best.

He unceremoniously poked out a pair of white and clean feet from Yan Rong's clothes, and swayed them to the small table on the Wujin carriage. A neat stack of memorials.

Zhu He put his hands behind his head, let Yan Rong give him a massage, and ordered food with his mouth: "First, bring me a plate of spicy and spicy snails, then a West Lake vinegar fish, and then give me the whole Boiled prawns..."

After reporting about four or five dishes, Zhu He finally remembered that he was still on the march, so he frowned even more distressed, "Forget it, just the first three dishes! Get me two bowls of rice, and come again A plate of rose cakes made by my favorite cook!"

I don't know if it was because of being messed up too much yesterday, Zhuhe's body hadn't had time to erase many kiss marks, and now his clothes slipped down with his movements, revealing more marks.

But compared to Yan Rong's dark circles, which had obviously not been asleep all night, Zhu He's complexion was much better.

His fair skin is translucent and energetic, his bright and beautiful eyes seem to be full of water, and he looks innocent and harmless when he looks at others; his soft lips are pursed dissatisfied at this time, as if waiting for a thorough kisses.

At first glance, it looks like a monster that has sucked its energy.

It's a pity that Yan Rong's energy has always been excellent, and she doesn't look like she is about to be sucked dry by Zhu He.

Yan Rong wrapped his arms around Zhuhe's waist and led him to finish ordering, then nodded: "Okay, Gu told Laixi to get it. Is there anything else you want to eat?"

Zhuhe opened his mouth and closed it again, thinking that he and Eunuch Laixi had no grievances or enmities, so in the end it was not too much, but he rolled his eyes, looked at Yan Rong and said, "No, please pour me a glass of water .”

There is only one marigold on the table.

Zhuhe also didn't understand what was wrong with Yan Rong, so many cups were not for his own use, so he wanted to share a cup with him.

I don't know when Laixi quietly added the water in the teapot, but it was still hot.

Zhu He watched Yan Rong pour water from the teacup into the marigold, put it on his lips first, tested the temperature, and finally sent it to Zhu He: "It's not hot anymore."

Yan Rong loved Kuding very much, but it was a pity that Zhu He was spoiled and could not bear the bitterness at all, so Yan Rong gave up Kuding and replaced it with jasmine grapefruit tea, which Zhu He likes to drink on weekdays.

The tea is the best new spring tea this year. The jasmine is the petals of the flowers peeled off by the palace people one by one. Even the outer thick skin of the pomelo is carefully removed, and only one layer is taken to dry in the sun. Yes, it goes without saying how rare it is.

The tea color is light, even if you are far away from the cup, you can still smell the sweetness.

However, Zhu He only took a shallow sip, and turned his head away: "It's so bitter, did you not put the jasmine? Yan Rong, you are so stingy."

Yan Rong naturally knew that the person in his arms was trying to find fault, so he put the cup back on the table, looked at Zhu He patiently, and said softly: "Then can I re-infuse it for the uncle?"

Zhuhe shook his feet happily: "Okay, you can drink it better. I think you are the one who turned my face and refused to admit it when I fell asleep, and didn't even want to give me a cup of tea."

Yan Rong: "..."

Yan Rong shook his head lightly, and kissed Zhu He's lips: "Stop talking nonsense."

I can't resist, I can't fight, let alone such an intimate thing yesterday, I don't know how many times I did it.

Zhu He didn't even bother to resist, let Yan Rong kiss and sit back, and then slowly continued what he didn't have time to finish last night: "By the way, did you ask Laixi to send Lou Cang's imperial decree back quickly?" ?”

The spring tea jasmine and pomelo leaves are presented in different glass jars.

Yan Rong took out the glass jars from the small drawer under the table one by one, uncovered the lid, and carefully adjusted Zhu He's taste according to his favorite taste.

At this moment, when Zhuhe heard Lou Cang mentioned again, Yan Rong's expression finally eased a bit compared to before.

He crushed the jasmine petals into finer pieces, scooped them into the bottom of the teapot with a wooden spoon, and spread a layer of pomelo on them. After the boiling hot water poured into the teapot, he smiled slightly and leaned closer to Zhu He's ear again: "Since the emperor's uncle It was written with such painstaking efforts, Gu naturally cannot live up to the hard work of the emperor's uncle."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe always felt that there was something strange about this sentence, and was about to explain it again, when Yan Rong added the second half of the sentence wantonly, "It's just that the imperial decree is full of water splashed by the emperor's uncle when he was lonely. How could Gu be willing to show it to others. So Gu wrote a copy and sent it to Yandu at this moment."

Zhu He: "..."

It would be fine if Yan Rong didn't mention it, but when he mentioned it, Zhuhe couldn't help but think of the scene when he wrote that broken imperial decree yesterday, and his expression was extremely ugly for a while.

The lingering aroma gradually spread from the corner of the pot.

Yan Rong had already learned to take it when he was ready, and refilled Zhuhe's tea, saying softly: "Uncle Huang is not angry, it was Gu who was swearing at Uncle yesterday. If Uncle Huang still wants to scold Gu, he should drink some water first." Run your throat, okay?"

Zhu He: "..."

Little bastard! !

Zhu He insulted Yan Rong loudly a hundred times in his heart, cut off the golden cup in his hand angrily, drank it down, and then turned his face and put the cup back into Yan Rong's hand: "I want I'm taking a nap, I can't hear you, goodbye!"

Since the first founding emperor Tai Gaozu established the dynasty, the territory of Dali's cities has continued to expand, from only 43 cities at the beginning to 67 cities today.

Among them, in addition to the indispensable contributions of General Lou and Lou Cang, it is also inseparable from the accumulation of Dali's ancestors.

At least in the eyes of the common people, except Zhuhe, the incompetent regent who bullied the little prince, every emperor of the Dali Dynasty is worthy of praise.

And Yan Rong is even more a model in song and table.

Except for the vanguard of the 30 army, Yan Rong's carriage set off from Yandu all the way to the northwest, and it took nearly a month before finally reaching the border of the country.

——It is also the place where Beidi is under pressure.

King Beidi died of illness five years ago, and after Beidi seized his heir, the third prince, Wu Yu, finally won the throne. gradually disappeared.

Wu Yu was once sent to Dali by the King of Beidi as a hostage, and he is familiar with the roster of officials in the Dali Palace. In addition, his temperament is completely different from his older brothers and younger brothers. He is perverse and uninhibited.

Before Yan Rong ascended the throne, Zhuhe had arranged for Lou Cang to guard Beidi for a long time.

Beidi is afraid of the prestige of the general of the town, and has not invaded the border for several years, but when Lou Cang walked away, Wu Yu stepped forward.

The farther you go to the border, the more desolate you see.

During the month when Yan Rong came, the two armies had exchanged fire several times. Although Lou Cang's lieutenant general was still there, he could barely hold the line of defense, and did not successfully repel Beidi even once.

In the flaming flames of war, the people scattered away one after another.

When Yan Rong and Zhu He got off the carriage, all they saw were the dilapidated houses, and the women, the elderly and children who couldn't leave for a long distance.

Lou Cang's lieutenant guarded the city wall during the day and waited until the changing of the guard. Then he came to the camp in black armor and knelt down to Yan Rong: "I see Your Majesty!"

Zhu He was right behind Yan Rong. He was thinking about what to eat for supper when he suddenly heard the voice sound familiar, so he poked his head: "Eh...Wen Ping?"

Zhu He really knew this person, and it was his friendship with him who had eaten sand in southern Xinjiang seven or eight years ago.

At that time, this person was serving as a lieutenant by Lou Cang's side, he never expected to be by Lou Cang's side for so long.

Wen Ping was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhu He: "Who are you?"

Zhuhe's face was still covered by a hood.

Yan Rong covered the iconic mole of tears for him, only the lower half of his face and red lips could be seen.

Zhuhe thought for a while, and felt that the sudden fraud of the regent's corpse was quite disturbing to the army, so he closed his mouth, waved his hands, and retreated behind Yan Rong: "No, no, I just heard what the people said. You don't have to worry about it."

Wen Ping was already physically and mentally exhausted these days, so he didn't think about it any more, but bowed to Yan Rong again: "Your Majesty has come a long way, and the boat and car are exhausting. It stands to reason that I shouldn't ask about this matter, but I really..."

"You want to ask about Lou Cang?"

Yan Rong's tone was still very gentle, but he seemed to have unintentionally lifted the hood on Zhuhe's face before continuing, "You don't have to worry, the matter of General Lou has been thoroughly investigated, and he has ordered his release on the way here. Come on, get up and talk."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The Beidi border is thousands of miles away from Yandu, and the news will never be updated immediately. Naturally, Wen Ping will not know exactly why Lou Cang was detained and why he was released.

It's just that Yan Rong's words are really worth a thousand dollars, and it sounds like the new emperor is wise.

Zhu He slapped Yan Rong's hand off unhappily, and didn't bother to talk to the two of them anymore, so he went to the chair in the tent and picked out a few small snacks to eat.

Wen Ping's worry about Lou Cang's heart went back to his stomach, and he talked more.

He stood up, first welcomed Yan Rong to the coach's big chair, and then explained the current situation to Yan Rong bit by bit by pointing at the map.

Yan Rong also experienced several years in southern Xinjiang, so he was far from a young man who had never fought a war.

He frowned, and tapped his finger on a place on the map: "I already understand what Vice General Wen said, but I just don't understand...Since the power is evenly matched, why did you miss this mountain?"

"Your Majesty does not know."

There was a hint of embarrassment on the surface of Wen, "After General Lou was detained, the morale of the army has been unstable, and...General Beidi..."

Yan Rong asked, "Who is the Beidi general?"

"Your Majesty, it was General Al."

Wen Ping paused, and said, "But for some reason, Wu Yu personally came to the front line ten days ago, and now he is the chief general."

"Wu Yu?"

Yan Rong smiled coldly, before he could speak, he saw a messenger soldier rushing into the tent.

"Report to the deputy general! The enemy army is led by Beidi Wang Wuyu! Last night, we attacked our army's vanguard, and now they are pressing towards the city gate!"

The author has something to say: He He: Hurry up and fight.

Hehe: Hehe wants to eat melon seeds for a while.

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There are about ten chapters left to finish!

Goodnight everybody!

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