The Regent is not dead yet

Strong winds were blowing in the frontier, and the strong smell of blood soon spread in the air, inescapably breathing into the nostrils of the cranes.

Yan Rong's slender figure blocked the incoming arrow feather for him, and also blocked the howling wind.

So it's still warm in my arms.

Zhu He subconsciously shrunk his body, moved himself a little into Yan Rong's arms, then raised his head, and took a few more cautious glances at the person who was holding him under the swirling moonlight.

The feather arrow probably penetrated extremely deeply, that's why the blood color faded from Yan Rong's face so quickly, making him pale in an instant.

Zhuhe stretched out his hand and gently grabbed Yan Rong's clothes, nestled in Yan Rong's heart with some grievances, listened carefully to the beating there several times, and then asked sadly, "Yan Rong, can I I hugged you very obediently, why is your heartbeat so slow this time..."

The warm liquid overflowed from the Xuanjia, and gradually became cold along Zhu He's wrists that were resting on Yan Rong.

Yan Rong spat out another mouthful of blood, but this time the bright red blood didn't stain Zhu He's brand new clothes - it was Yan Rong who turned his head too far.

"Because I'm about to die, Uncle Huang."

Yan Rong's eyes seemed to have some difficulty to fix on Zhu He's body. He slightly squinted his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and after a pause for a few seconds, a kiss fell thinly on Zhu He's forehead.

It was a bloody kiss.

Left a bloody lip print.

Zhu He looked up from Yan Rong's arms, and saw the dots of light and shadow scattered in Yan Rong's warm eyes, as if they were going to darken soon.

People die like lights go out.

But Zhuhe has not experienced life and death for hundreds of years.

Yan Rong's hand that was originally covering Zhu He's eyes slipped down, fondled Zhu He's still gorgeous lips, and asked coaxing him as he did many times before: "Uncle, do you love Gu?"

Zhuhe immediately nodded like a rattle drum, and then said in a soft voice: "My love...then you don't die, okay?"

The corner of Yan Rong's blood-stained mouth hooked lightly. He probably couldn't bear the strength at last, and most of his weight rested on Zhu He.

Zhuhe heard Yan Rong's rapid panting caused by blood loss and respiratory damage, it was stagnant and astringent, as if it was about to disappear soon.

But Yan Rong didn't seem to feel much panic, he said softly: "Has the emperor only loved one person?"

Zhuhe wanted to shake his head subconsciously, but realized something, paused, and couldn't answer immediately.

Yan Rong laughed softly.

The blood flowing in the human body gushed out from his throat with his smile.

But Zhu He was still held in his arms, unable to see Yan Rong's expression clearly.

It wasn't until the bright red blood was spat out that Yan Rong whispered into Zhu He's ear: "Uncle Huang...it's so unfair, I only love Uncle Huang alone."

He breathed a sigh of relief with great difficulty, and said again: "In my lonely life, from the time I was a boy to when I ascended the throne, I only love the emperor uncle."

After half a year at night, the moonlight finally shifted a little.

With the help of the slanting moonlight, Zhu He finally saw the arrow feather that shot into Yan Rong's back heart.

The national seal of the Beidi court was engraved on the arrow tassel, with the power of a thousand pieces of gold, it pierced straight through the Xuanjia, penetrating into Yan Rong's heart veins without missing a beat.

The surrounding soldiers who had also seen the situation clearly froze. Wen Ping hurried over and was about to speak, but suddenly saw the face of the man in the emperor's arms under the hood and white veil.

Wen Ping was startled: "Regent..."

Zhu He shook his head.

Yan Rong was much taller than Zhuhe, and the black armor on his body was also heavy. Naturally, the force on Zhuhe's body was not light, but Zhuhe didn't complain anymore, and forcibly accepted it.

The battle was fought every second, Wen Ping didn't dare to delay any longer, seeing that Zhu He didn't answer, he was about to ask Yan Rong to issue an order again: "Your Majesty..."

However, Yan Rong only looked at Zhu He, and bent her lips hard: "Uncle Huang, don't you ask Gu...why do you love you?"

Zhuhe pursed his lips tightly and sniffed the tip of his nose: "Can you tell me later?"

Yan Rong laughed: "I love your eyes, ankles, fingertips, and voice."

For some reason, Zhuhe suddenly felt a little sour in his eye sockets.

He stretched out his hand to wipe it off, but the moment he lowered his head, he saw a drop of crystal clear liquid fall down his cheek, and smashed into Yan Rong's black armor silently.

And Yan Rong's voice became deeper and deeper in the night, as if it was going to disappear in the last evening wind.

He gasped violently, and said softly: "Gu Yiai loves you full of lies, even if you know that every sentence is a lie, Gu also...believes it."

——I know you are full of lies, but I also believe it.

It seems that a long, long time ago, he also heard that person said this sentence.

Later that person didn't want him anymore.

Yan Rong doesn't want him anymore.

The water droplets falling from the eye sockets gradually wetted a trace on Yan Rong's black armor, and Zhu He realized that he was the one who was crying.

But he obviously hasn't cried for a long time.

Zhu He suddenly panicked, he wiped his eyes hastily, raised his head hastily, and before he could speak, he heard Yan Rong's next sentence.

The feathered arrow behind him no longer bleeds as before, but seeps out little by little, as if devouring a person's last life little by little.

And Yan Rong embraced Zhuhe with his arms for the last time, his tone seemed a little disappointed, but his voice was gentle: "Uncle Emperor, Gu is going to die, are you still thinking about others?"

Zhu He wanted to see Yan Rong's expression, but he didn't dare to leave his embrace: "I didn't!"

Yan Rong didn't know if he believed it this time, or if he had no strength to pursue it.

He leaned against Zhuhe's ear, breathing like a long clock that had been slowed down, a kind of desolation counting down.

He gently stroked Zhuhe's loose black hair, and wanted to smile again, but he couldn't, so he could only speak in a panting voice, "It's okay...Uncle Emperor, Gu..."

Yan Rong's distracted eyes fell on the man in his arms, but he could no longer see him clearly, "Gu... I have issued an edict before the personal conquest, if there is any accident, the court will respect you as regent again, Feng Lou Cang is Fenghuo Hou, the official reaches the first rank, and regains the military power."

He paused for a moment, his gradually fading voice was tinged with a little bit of unwillingness, "Uncle... Lou Cang loves you so much, he will definitely fight for you on the battlefield. At that time... will you still remember Gu? "

Zhuhe felt that he wanted to cry very much, more sad than losing a lot of beads and precious stones.

The two were very close, but the smell of blood completely covered the ambergris on Yan Rong's body.

Zhu He had no choice but to try his best to get into Yan Rong's arms, but he still didn't smell the familiar smell.

He wiped his eyes, and he was so aggrieved that his voice turned into tears: "Then you...can't you not die?"

For the first time, Yan Rong did not answer Zhu He's words.

Zhu He was stunned for a few seconds, as if he suddenly understood something, and said in a low voice: "Yan Rong...why are you ignoring me?"

He seemed a little unwilling to give up, and asked again: "Then... I allow you to kiss me again..."

In the silent night sky, there is only the sound of howling wind.

The last tear fell from Zhu He's eyes, but no one could give him the slightest reply.

I don't know how long it took before Lai Xi, who was standing by the side, came quietly on his knees, and kowtowed three times beside Yan Rong, his slightly shrill voice seemed even more abrupt at this moment: "My lord... Your Majesty I'm dead, you...sorry."

Zhuhe didn't know what mourning was.

Because he had never felt so sad before.

The wind and sand all over the border quickly took away the last trace of Yan Rong's warmth.

And it took a long time before Zhuhe handed Yan Rong over to Laixi.

He stood up slowly, pushed away the circles of soldiers around him, and waved his hands: "Light the beacon tower."

Even though recruits enlist every year, there are not a few soldiers who know the Regent in the Dali Army.

Especially when the new emperor died protecting the person in his arms...and the person in his arms happened to have the exact same face as the regent.

Not to mention that even the arrogant and domineering temperament on his body is very similar, but compared to before, the current regent seems to have a more chilling meaning.

The torches on the beacon tower were quickly lit, and the pale faces of the cranes were illuminated by the miserable moonlight and clusters of torches.

That pretty face was still stained with Yan Rong's blood, and under the radiance of the lights, it suddenly appeared a bit like a demon or a ghost.

However, before he could speak, a surprised voice came from under the city wall: "...Zhuhe?"

Crane birds can see in the night, even though it was dark under the city wall, the cranes still saw Wu Yu's figure clearly.

Just momentarily.

The figures of the cranes on the city wall flickered, and in an instant, the soldiers of Dali saw what seemed to be an extremely beautiful spirit bird leaping into the sky, and it escaped into the night in an instant.

next second.

A sharp long sword pierced Wu Yu's chest.

Wu Yu's eyes widened in an instant, as if he couldn't believe it, but before he could turn his head back, the long sword that had been pierced into his chest was pulled out violently, leading him to fall backwards.

The sound of cutting metal and silver armor pierced the night sky, and Beidi soldiers panicked for a moment.

But when the Dali soldiers turned their heads to look again, the spirit bird that appeared at the place where the cranes were standing just now was obviously just a hallucination.

The King Regent frowned and looked down at the city wall. Bei Disha, who was still in high spirits, lost his backbone in an instant. The sound of panic pierced through the night, and could be heard clearly even on the city wall.

Anyone who has experienced the battlefield naturally understands what this is like.

Wen Ping knelt down on one knee: "Prince Regent, although I don't know who will help us at the moment, but do you want to go out of the city to kill the enemy now?"

Zhu He shook his head.

Wen Ping was taken aback, thinking that Zhu He hadn't fought for a long time and didn't know the situation.

Just as he was about to speak again to persuade him, he saw that Zhu He had already turned around and walked back to Yan Rong: "Wu Yuzhong was seriously injured by the sword, the possibility of surviving is not high, and Beidi has no strength to fight again."

Wen Ping hurriedly said: "Prince Regent, why don't we take advantage of the present..."

"I do not want."

Zhuhe's footsteps did not stop.

Compared with the arrogance and domineering king regent in the past, Zhu He's voice was extremely soft in the wind, "I want to accompany him, and I want to accompany him back to Yandu right now. Do you understand?"

The author has something to say: He really wasn't the one who killed him!

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