The Regent is not dead yet

Wu Yu's words were already quite blunt, especially Yan Rong's public reputation has always been very good, but when he said it, it was as if he pointed at Yan Rong's nose and scolded him for messing up the palace and occupying the regent. Behaving badly.

On the city tower, the rockets of the Dali archers were already burning, and the soldiers standing beside Yan Rong showed displeasure, and were about to speak loudly, but Yan Rong stopped him with his hand.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Yan Rong's face showed neither the panic of soldiers approaching the pool, nor the embarrassment of being attacked and provoked.

He was as gentle as ever, even the three-point smile on his face remained unchanged.

"There is no such thing as a solitary style, and posterity will comment on it. On the contrary, you are the one who killed your father and murdered. Wu Yu, even if you can stop the mouths of all the servants in your palace, how can you stop the mouths of the world?"

Yan Rong looked at Wu Yu condescendingly, smiled lightly, and said slowly, "Also... What about the lonely emperor and uncle, and what has it to do with you? You mobilize so many people to attack Dali, do you want to come here for the lonely emperor?" Ask for an explanation?"

Wu Yu's face changed in an instant, his suave and suave expression froze, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes that could not be concealed.

The two looked at each other.

The corners of Yan Rong's lips tugged slightly, and he looked at Wu Yu with a motionless gaze, as if provocative, but also as if declaring: "It's a pity, King Beidi, the emperor's uncle is lonely, no matter whether he lives or dies, he will Stay by Gu's side. What, are you jealous?"

"How could I be jealous of a tyrant/monarch like you?!"

Wu Yu turned the gun in his hand, and the cherry red tassels drew a sharp arc in the air. His steed neighed and ordered, "The new emperor of Dali has no virtue and no way, and the one who beheads his head must be killed." Great reward! Siege——!"

Horseshoes flying under the city.

Standing on the city wall, Yan Rong looked down at the scene of thousands of people below the city wall, but didn't respond for a while.

If the general does not order, the three armies dare not move.

It wasn't until Beidi's army rushed towards the city gate that the general standing beside Yan Rong had the courage to look at the emperor next to him, hoping that he would immediately order to attack the enemy——

However, he saw an almost cold indifference in the young emperor's downcast eyes.

That indifference is cold and impersonal, and it lingers on Yan Rong's overly outstanding face, which seems to imbue him with an elusive sense of alienation——

It's like a god and Buddha far away from the world.

Gods and Buddhas are detached from the world, and have no love or hatred for mediocre people, so they don't care about life and death.

It's like passing by the world by chance, or has other plans.

The general who led the archers was only a forward general from the fourth rank. He didn't have much contact with Yan Rong, and he had never seen him with such an indifferent expression. He panicked and couldn't help saying: "Your Majesty—"

Yan Rong's slightly drooping eyebrows and eyes lightly condensed, but he paused as if he had just recovered, and raised his lips slightly: "Let the arrow go."

The general immediately shouted: "Shoot the arrow—!"

The city gate of Dali Bianrong had already been strengthened again and again when Lou Cang was there, and it was as solid as gold.

A rain of arrows quenched with flames fell from the city wall, and soon there were screams of scorched flesh and falling from the ladder.

Yan Rong's eyes, as cold as a pool, burned scarlet.

He took the longbow handed over by the guard beside him, unsheathed the feathered arrow, and hit a young general at the head of Beidi's assault army.

Yan Rong said in a low voice, "Fall the rolling stone."

The general standing next to Yan Rong was stunned for a moment, then paused for some reason, and then said loudly: "Luo - Luo Rolling Stone -"

The extremely heavy rocks smashed down along the city wall, and there was another wailing.

The momentum of Beidi's assault army was beaten to pieces, and Wu Yu was just the best of the best. He didn't get any advantage in the first battle, so he immediately withdrew his troops and left without staying for a while.

The northern territory of Dali is long and narrow, easy to defend and difficult to attack. Although it has not yet fallen into a city, it can only be tied with Beidi before Yan Rong comes. Strictly speaking, this is the result of the war between the two armies. First victory.

The morale of the generals will be greatly improved, and the next battle will naturally go much smoother.

The little general next to Yan Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his heart that was hanging in the air was finally relieved.

He saluted Yan Rong: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, on your first victory! This subordinate is going to prepare a celebration banquet—"

"Is there anyone in the army coming recently?"

Yan Rong interrupted him, took a wet handkerchief from the guard beside him, wiped his hands, and walked down the city wall, "Gu means, after Lou Cang left the camp, will anyone come?"

The little general was stunned by the question, and subconsciously shook his head: "No..."

"No?"

Yan Rong sneered, "Wu Yu is well aware of our army's deployment, and the timing of the siege is also subtle. If Gu did not happen to catch up and the number of soldiers increased greatly, today may be the day the city is destroyed."

This is true.

If it weren't for the arrival of 30 troops and supplies, with the madness of the Beidi army led by Wu Yu, maybe they would really break into the city.

The little general lowered his head in embarrassment, and followed Yan Rong all the way down the tower, only to suddenly remember something: "Yes! Your Majesty! Someone came here a few days ago!"

Yan Rong stopped, turned around and asked, "Who is it?"

It was quite a few days ago, and the little general struggled to remember for a long time before he said: "Your Majesty, I remembered that it was a man in white clothes, who looked a bit like a monk, but he was not shaved."

Yan Rong's eyebrows darkened: "What other characteristics does he have? Where is he now? Since he has not been ordained, why do you say he looks like a monk?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, the man is holding a string of blood-red rosary beads in his hand, which looks like something from Buddhism. But the red color really makes people uncomfortable."

The little general scratched his head, and thought of another sentence, "Your Majesty, he said his name is Xiangjin! But General Wen Ping said that Xiangjin had been imprisoned in the palace for nearly twenty years, and it was absolutely impossible for him to look so young. So I drove him out of the army, and now my subordinates don't know where he is."

Every time he heard a sentence, Yan Rong's expression became colder.

By the time the little general finished speaking the last word, Yan Rong's complexion was already gloomy, as if frozen with snow.

He put the longbow in his hand into the hands of his personal guards, summoned a guard under the city wall, and said sharply, "Is the man brought by Gu still in the tent?"

The guard was so frightened that he immediately knelt down, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, when I just passed by the commander's tent, I saw dinner in the tent, should, should still be there..."

Yan Rong realized that he was out of control, he closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, turned around and walked towards the coach's tent.

And this moment.

Zhu He, who was sitting in the tent knocking bowls and waiting to eat, finally waited for the last dish.

It was a large pot of boiled shrimps, the shells of which were bright red, big and plump. A tall and tall soldier brought Zhuhe in and put them on the table.

Wen Ping has already left the tent to do military affairs, and Yan Rong's personal guards are also waiting outside the tent.

Zhuhe sat cross-legged on the general's big chair, unceremoniously reached out to grab a shrimp, and peeled off the shell very neatly. When he looked up, he found that the soldier who had just come to loosen the shrimp hadn't left.

Will Hehe give up the prawns he got to the little soldier? !

That must not be the case.

Zhuhe carried a pot of prawns into his arms rather stingily, then raised his face, and said firmly to the soldier: "Look, I'm useless, I only have a few prawns, no For you."

Soldier:"……"

The soldier seemed to be stunned by Zhu He's answer for a moment, then raised the corner of his lips, and then stretched out his hand to draw a talisman in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Xiang Jin, dressed in white, appeared in front of Zhu He.

The only difference is that although he still has Buddhist beads in his hand, he is no longer a monk.

Or to put it another way... the current him looks more like he is in the fairy world.

"Ahe, long time no see, I miss you very much."

Xiang Jin stretched out his hand to Zhu He, "Have you played enough with Yan Rong, I'll pick you up and go back to the fairyland with me, okay?"

The author has something to say: He He: I don't really miss you, actually...

Hehe: I prefer my shrimp, shrimp, fish, salmon, tuna, arctic shellfish...

Yan Rong: Yes, buy it.

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Why is today still a bit short? This is why!

Goodnight everybody!

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感谢在2020-07-1722:59:59~2020-07-1922:39:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Jiu Yelan, ferry Lin Yongdu 1;

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