The Regent is not dead yet

The boundless wilderness of northern Xinjiang finally ushered in another round of newborn sun.

The almost temperatureless Chuyang dyed the bright colors at the end of the field of vision, and then climbed up on its own in the silence of the two armies, and hung up the sky dazzlingly.

Before the battle, the two armies both lost their commanders, and they were speechless relative to each other.

The howling wind rolled up the hem of Zhu He's clothes, and along with the sound of the wind, there was also the loud chanting of the military speaker: "Three quarters of Yin time, when the emperor collapses—"

Zhu He stopped walking forward for a moment, turned around and looked at the famous speaker, but he didn't say anything after all.

The officer then continued: "Follow the emperor's deathbed order, please leave an edict—"

After all, Zhuhe had never personally experienced the death of Emperor Yanrong's father. It was not until today that he saw clearly what the yellow imperial edict of Dali Ming Dynasty looked like.

It turned out that Yan Rong really had a will.

The completely sealed imperial edict was entrusted by Laixi to the speaker himself, and the speaker bowed to receive it, then walked up to Zhu He with great respect, and knelt down in front of Zhuhe: "Prince Regent, do you want to read it now... ...Is it the edict of the late emperor?"

The emperor and the first emperor.

It seems to be only a few hours away.

Zhuhe was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses: "No need...let's talk about it when we get back to Yandu."

But the officer insisted: "I report to the regent, according to the laws of the Dali calendar, when the emperor dies, he should read the will immediately to prevent any changes in it."

Zhuhe stared at the speaker in silence for a long time, then suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Could it be that you are accusing me of secretly revising the edict? Why, is this king going to usurp the throne?"

The officers accompanying the army have gone through three dynasties, and they are probably already used to this kind of rhetoric. Their demeanor is exceptionally calm, and their tone has not changed a bit: "Regent, you worry too much, I don't have such intentions."

Zhuhe no longer refuted.

He took his eyes back from the speaker, turned his head to look at the dawning sky at the end of the city wall, and suddenly felt an inescapable boredom and dullness.

The officer standing beside him carefully tore open the imperial paper sealed with wax paint.

Through the back of the paper, Zhu He saw Yan Rong's vigorous and smooth running script.

The official raised his voice and said: "...the battle on the battlefield is difficult to determine. If one dies alone on the battlefield, the cranes will be the regent on behalf of the lonely, and will be honored as the regent king. Lou Cang will also be promoted as the beacon fire to assist the regent. Let’s abide by the guidelines of the court together, and we must not violate them.”

It's really boring.

The world is equally boring.

In a mournful sound that sounded extremely mournful, the officer presented the will to the cranes with both hands.

But even being a regent is no fun.

As the regent, one has to stand in court every day, looking at those same old faces, listening to their babbling, talking about all kinds of cruelty in the world, and being scolded for being arbitrary and arrogant at every turn.

There is no such thing as being a crane.

The cranes did not reach out to receive the imperial edict.

The officer waited for a long time, and finally couldn't help but comfort him: "My lord... the sudden departure of the late emperor must be the most comprehensive plan he has made for you. You still..."

Zhu He interrupted him strangely: "But Yan Rong is already dead, how do I know if he is planning for me?"

The speaker was taken aback.

Zhuhe said again: "Maybe he thinks this is the last plan, but I don't think so?"

Speaker: "..."

The regent, who had come back from the dead and no one knew why, was as difficult and domineering as ever, right and wrong turned everything upside down in his mouth, and he didn't have the slightest bit of Yan Rong's gentleness.

The speaker was dumbfounded by the cranes, and for a while he couldn't even follow the number of roads stipulated by the law, so he had to stand still for a while, and was about to speak again, but he saw a Xuanwei who was guarding the city rushing to this place. edge ran over.

After running to Zhu He's side, Xuan Wei carefully took out a note from his sleeve, saluted cautiously, and said, "Regent, here is a letter from you."

Zhuhe turned his head: "My king's?"

"I want to give it to you. Beidi had just retreated [-] miles, and his subordinate was patrolling outside the city wall with the rest of the people. Suddenly, a man stopped him and gave this paper letter to his subordinate. Pass it on to the Regent."

That Xuan Wei bowed and responded, "This subordinate dare not wait for this time, so I sent it over immediately."

Zhu He subconsciously glanced at Yan Rong's direction, and then suddenly remembered that the emperor's dragon body should not be exposed outside, and just now Yu Laixi had covered it with a bright yellow silk cloth.

It also blocked Zhuhe's sight.

Zhuhe's gaze quickly moved away from the silk cloth, he stood still for a while, then stretched out his hand, removed the paint seal from the envelope in Xuanwei's hand, and shook it apart.

The content is very short, only twelve characters——

"I have inherited your life, and now I will return it to you. I hope you are safe."

The handwriting on the letter was strangely familiar, as if the strokes had been seen somewhere before, but it was impossible to tell where it was seen.

Seeing that Zhu He would rather accept a letter of unknown origin than accept a valuable edict, the officer standing by the side couldn't help but whispered: "Prince Regent, this edict..."

Zhuhe ignored the speaker, looked at the words on the note and thought for a while, then asked the Xuanwei who came to report the letter: "What does that person look like?"

"Back... back to the Regent. At that time, the sky was not yet bright, and the subordinates could not see clearly."

Xuan Wei was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said, "But that man is wearing a Beidi sergeant's gown, and his facial features are very deep. He doesn't look like a Dali person...but he looks a bit like a person from the Yuenu side."

Zhuhe lowered his eyes, smiled slightly after a long time, then turned to the famous official and said, "Look, there are still good people in this world who assassinate the enemy generals for this king, why should Yan Rong... Do you think everything is for the good of the king?"

The innocent speaker was puzzled by the question.

And Zhuhe finally found his voice in this dead silence.

He passed through the crowd and walked down the city wall step by step: "Forget it, this king must be crazy to care about him like this."

The sound of the strong wind blew into the eardrums of the cranes, bringing tiny pains inch by inch.

Zhu He gently closed his eyes, and said softly: "Go and prepare the car, let's go back to Yandu."

The seasons change, harvest in autumn and store in winter.

Before Zhuhe arrived in Yandu with Yan Rong, the news of the new emperor's death had already spread to every inch of Dali, and this heartbreaking news was quickly exhausted among the people. It is even more interesting than the harvest among farmers.

Then, the news of the regent's return to power spread to thousands of families. Before the people were done mourning for Yan Rong, they were once again shrouded in the shadow of the cranes, and the whole country fell into depression for a while.

On the day the chariots and horses entered Yandu, Lou Cang personally came to greet him.

The man in silver armor had handsome features, except for a long scar on his right brow.

He was sitting on a tall horse, his pure white war horse galloping, followed by a team of well-trained cavalry behind him.

The horse approached.

Lou Cang got off his horse, went straight to the Wujin carriage in the middle of the thousands of troops, and knelt down on one knee: "Chen Lou Cang respectfully welcomes the regent back to the court, and the regent is a thousand years old."

A soft and thin hand loosely lifted the bead curtain of the carriage window, revealing half of a slightly pale face.

That face was extremely beautiful and almost demonic, and there was a tear mole at the corner of the exposed peach blossom eye, adding a bit of beauty to it.

And Zhu He only looked at the person kneeling in front of him for half an eye, then let go of his hands and covered the bead curtain: "General Lou, long time no see, you have gray hair."

A ebony wooden door separated the distance between the two.

After a long time, Lou Cang's voice came in slowly: "I know."

He paused for a moment, then said softly, "The Prince Regent...is still the same as before."

"This king?"

Zhu He smiled lowly, and didn't open his mouth to refute, only after a while, he said, "You must have known about Yan Rong's last edict, my king traveled all the way back from northern Xinjiang, except to deal with his funeral , and one more thing."

Through the bead curtains on the hanging windows of the Wujin carriage, one can still vaguely see the well-shaped profile faces of the people inside the carriage.

But the man in the car had never spoken to him in that tone before.

Lou Cang's heart sank a bit: "I don't know what else the Regent wants to order?"

"It's not a big deal, don't kneel down, get up."

Zhuhe helped Laixi's hand and got down from the carriage.

Although it is early winter, the climate in Yandu is not like that in northern Xinjiang. Even in October, there are still leaves on the branches that have not yet fallen.

Zhuhe stretched out his hand and tugged at the black cloak he was wearing. The wolf fur collar made his face even more plain.

Lou Cang stood up as ordered, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to help Zhuhe, but hesitated for a second before his fingers were about to touch.

In just a moment, Zhu He had already passed by his side.

It's the time for a day's plan, and Yandu has not yet fully become lively.

Zhuhe's eyes looked far into the city, standing in this position, happened to be able to see the golden dome of the imperial palace and the glazed pavilion at the end of the line of sight.

Those things that have troubled him for several years... Finally, he can no longer be harsh on him.

Zhu He slightly raised his head, turned around, and calmly said to Lou Cang, "Can the speech officer in the palace come with you?"

Lou Cang was a little puzzled, but still followed Zhuhe's wishes and ordered one person to come forward.

The interest on Zhu He's face was extremely lacklustre, he let out a long breath of constricted air, and raised his jaw to the famous speaker: "This king said, you can remember."

The speaker nodded blankly.

Zhuhe said: "In the early years of Dali Huide, the emperor died, and Zhuhe was ordered to be the regent."

The officials recorded them one by one, and they wanted to remind them that these were the orders of the late emperor, and no one dared to tamper with them.

Then Zhuhe continued to say: "However, Zhuhe feels that he is incompetent and immoral, and cannot bear such a big responsibility. Because Emperor Huizong Yan Rong has no heirs yet, Lou Cang will temporarily act as regent..."

Lou Cang was startled suddenly: "Zhu He!"

But Zhu He didn't even turn his head back, he just lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers a few times in a bored manner, and added again, "I will order Shen Muzhi to be the prime minister again. After the offspring of the Yan family grow up, Lou Cang and Shen Muzhi will be the prime minister." People together decide the choice of the next emperor."

The Yanguan memorized every word Zhu He said.

After Zhuhe finished speaking, the audience was already silent.

So far in history, not to mention how much power the regent can have when there is no emperor in power, abdicating the position of regent... is even more unheard of.

Almost no one dares to take this seriously.

Only the cranes looked natural.

He finished speaking word by word, and even glanced at the speaker: "Do you remember everything?"

The officer was so shocked that his face turned pale, and he knelt down tremblingly after a long while: "I... I report to the Regent, my minister, I have remembered it."

"Don't panic, after Yan Rong's funeral, this king will no longer be the regent."

Zhuhe clicked his tongue lazily, picked up his steps and prepared to leave.

However, before he took two steps, he heard footsteps behind him.

After all, the general in silver armor walked more steadily and faster than ordinary people, and caught up with Zhuhe in just a moment: "Why...why do you want to do this?!"

Zhu He turned his head to look at Lou Cang.

The man has heroic features, a tall figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, he is still an invincible general, and he is also a figure that Zhu He admires very much.

It took a few seconds for Zhuhe to look at Shanglou Cang before asking, "What?"

Lou Cang frowned, stretched out his hand to pull Zhu He's wrist, raised his arm halfway, and finally stopped politely, only the voice seemed to come from the bottom of his heart: "Zhu He...Although Yan Rong died, the minister can Desperate...to keep Dali safe and secure forever."

Zhu He was taken aback for a moment, then bent his lips and smiled.

"General Lou, you are wrong."

Zhuhe shook his head, looked away, and said softly, "It's not that I'm afraid that you won't be able to keep the country...it's because I don't want this country anymore."

Lou Cang froze.

Zhuhe's voice was as soft as a sigh.

He slowly glanced at the carriage where Yan Rong's coffin was, and then slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "It's all Yan Rong's fault, he left me behind, so I won't guard the country for him anymore."

The heart that had sunk to the bottom of the valley was finally gradually annihilated in the dark place where the sun never appeared.

Lou Cang felt that even breathing seemed difficult and painful for a moment.

It wasn't until a long time later that he asked slowly, "Have you made your decision?"

Zhu He casually kicked a small stone by the side of the road and nodded perfunctorily.

Lou Cang clenched his fists tightly, but he couldn't pull the person in front of him: "Then... where are you going from now on?"

"Go where the king wants to go."

Zhuhe finally answered the question seriously this time. He seemed to think carefully for a moment, and then said again, "After Yan Rong's funeral, I will leave."

Lou Cang opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

The burial of an emperor is a major event among major events, not to mention that Yan Rong was in his youth and died in battle.

According to rumors, the crystal coffin that the Jurchen paid tribute could keep the body from decaying for thousands of years. Whether it lasts for thousands of years is unknown, but at least from northern Xinjiang to Yandu, Yan Rong inside the coffin was indeed as peaceful as if he was asleep.

The best fortune-teller in the palace chose the time and date, and then handed it over to the cranes for adjudication, and finally made it known to the world.

So on the day of the funeral, the people who came to see him off on the streets of Yandu could be called lively.

Zhuhe has never ascended to immortality, so he does not believe in the argument of reincarnation.

Linghe's life lasts a thousand years, as long as he lives long enough, one day he will be able to completely forget the people in this world.

Therefore... the first step in forgetting Yan Rong is to not attend his funeral.

The day of mourning was later than usual.

Zuichunlou is not open to the public this morning.

But after all the businessman is used to being busy, the shopkeeper still got up early in the morning and wiped all the tables in the shop diligently, before he was about to sit down and sweat when he heard the door knocker outside the door. sound.

The shopkeeper was startled, and carefully looked through the crack of the door, only to see a young man wearing a hood.

The man's figure was thin, and the wide hood covered his eyes and the upper half of his face, only his lips were bright red.

The man knocked lightly on the door: "Shopkeeper, I want to eat a swan cake from the shop."

How dare the shopkeeper open the door at such a time, he quickly shook his head and refused: "You go, we are not open today!"

The man paused: "Ten taels of gold."

Shopkeeper: "..."

The shopkeeper's heart moved, and he persuaded himself with difficulty: "Oh, this rich man...it's not that we won't make you this swan cake, but today, my lord, why don't you come back tomorrow?"

The man's voice was also clear and moving: "50 taels of gold."

Shopkeeper: "..."

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth in pain: "Look at this..."

The man said softly: "500 taels of gold, I put it at the door."

The shopkeeper opened the door with a "shuala".

Sure enough, a plate of glittering gold ingots was stacked neatly at the door of the shop.

The shopkeeper stretched out his hand swiftly and pulled the young man into the shop, quickly put the gold ingot into his pocket, and closed the door carefully and quickly. After observing for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to face him The young man said: "Young master, you are trying to scare people to death! Do you know what day it is today! Fortunately, it is not yet..."

"The coffin bearers have already gone to the emperor's mausoleum."

The young man casually picked a table and sat down, his lips bent slightly, like a very forced arc, and quickly disappeared, "Shopkeeper, I also want to eat a piece of steamed sea bass."

The shopkeeper of Zuichun Tower: "..."

The waiter in the store was not on duty today, the shopkeeper was probably overwhelmed by the man's foodie spirit, so he went to the kitchen himself, and soon there was the sound of pots and pans.

And the man who just came in pulled up his hood, revealing a gorgeous face.

Sitting by the window, he looked out with his unobstructed sight, and happened to be able to see the people who were seeing off people crowded in the streets and alleys and the chariots and horses about to leave the city from afar.

If Yan Rong hadn't died... maybe it could be called eternal.

Zhuhe watched in silence for an unknown amount of time, when a voice suddenly came from behind.

That voice was so familiar that Zhuhe felt bored, but the owner of the voice sat across the table from behind in the next second.

"Yan Rong is dead, do you really not want to go to Xiantai with me?"

Xiangjin, who is no longer in the world like a monk, is closer to the gods and Buddhas at this time.

He didn't need to use his hands, the teapot on the table poured automatically, and even water flowed out from the spout, slowly filling a cup.

"Ordinary people will grow old and die. Even if Yan Rong didn't die on the battlefield, he would have left before you, but I am different."

Xiangjin put the teacup in front of Zhuhe, and said softly, "Ahe, I can always be by your side."

Zhuhe pushed away the teacup, looked away, raised his eyelids, and said flatly: "I don't like you talking in his tone."

"Then what do you like? Jewelry, jade, South China Sea Dongzhu... Ah He, I have much more treasures than Yan Rong, and I have more time than him. What do you want?"

Zhuhe poured himself a cup of tea, looked at Xiangjin, and frowned: "I want you to disappear, is that okay?"

"Then I'm really disappointed, Ah He."

Xiang Jin seemed to have finally confirmed that he couldn't pry the corner on this side of the wall, so he changed the subject, "What about Emperor Wangtian and Yan Rong, which one do you prefer?"

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe had no intention of answering Xiangjin's question, but just glanced at him indifferently: "A person who is no longer there, or a person who is in power in the fairy world, does it matter which one I like?"

"Important, I'm curious."

Xiangjin leaned forward a few times, and said quietly, "Maybe... the Emperor Wangtian in the fairy world is also very curious."

Zhu He smiled: "Then I like Yan Rong. After all, he is gentle and considerate to me, and even blocked arrows for me. Unlike Emperor Wangtian, who is only cold and cold, and finds someone to beat me, so you can get out of here." ?"

"can."

Somehow Xiang Jin thought of something interesting, the smile on his lips suddenly deepened a little.

He looked at Zhu He, paused for a moment, and said again, "But maybe Yan Rong is not as good as you imagined, he is jealous, has a strong desire to possess, and maybe also likes to be imprisoned, and fell from the gods." Demon, will try to lock you up like before... Even so, you are not willing to go with me? Maybe I am much more normal than him."

The funeral procession had already gone far towards the imperial mausoleum, but the people who were seeing off on the street had not yet dispersed.

Zhu He took a sip of his tea lightly: "Just because you enter the mortal world with the body of a god?"

"I can't help it. It's rare to catch Emperor Wang's weakness. Naturally, I have to work hard."

Xiang Jin no longer tried to continue lobbying, "You are going to leave Dali, where will you go to practice in the future?"

Zhuhe drank the tea in his cup and said calmly: "You are wrong, I am not Wang Tiandijun's weakness, his kind of person will not have my obvious weakness. As for where I will go to practice, I will discuss with you Nothing to do."

"Tsk, it seems that Ah He is really tired of me..."

Xiangjin smiled softly, the aura belonging to the immortal Buddha gradually emerged from his body, and his figure gradually faded, "It's okay, Ah He, maybe in the future you will think that I am better than Yan Rong and Emperor Wangtian. To be more..."

The last unfinished words drifted into the air.

Zhuhe was a little silent.

The sound of pots, pans and pans in the kitchen of Zuichun Building stopped, and after a short while, the shopkeeper went upstairs with a tray in his hands and feet.

He put the tray in front of Zhuhe, and introduced neatly: "The swan crisps and sea bass that the young master wants, we will give you a sweet and sour short rib and stir-fried side dishes. I'm going down to work, you take it easy!"

Zhuhe nodded, and the shopkeeper went downstairs again.

Freshly baked dishes are at their best.

In fact, Zhu He was not very hungry, but just wanted to find a place to come up and sit down.

He picked up a pair of chopsticks casually, and carefully peeled off the burrs little by little. After wandering around the plates in front of him for several times, he was about to put down his chopsticks when he heard someone whisper behind him.

"The cranes."

"...Uncle Emperor?"

Zhu He had just been annoyed by Xiang Jin, and for a moment he thought that Xiang Jin had found him again, and the appetite he had accumulated with great difficulty disappeared immediately.

"There's something wrong with you, come again—"

Zhuhe put down his chopsticks, stood up aggressively, turned around——

A man in a white shirt with fluttering skirts was standing a square table away from Zhuhe.

The man was extremely handsome and elegant, with soft colors between his brows and eyes, and the clarity of his eyes seemed to be born with him, without saying a word, he already had a three-point smile.

There is no wind in Zuichun Tower, but the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers embroidered on the man's blue shirt seem to be moving without wind, showing the state of rushing thousands of rivers.

Wangtian Dijun——The one who is in charge of everything in the world is respected as the emperor.

If all things in the world really have a supremacy, then the emperor of the fairy world can easily embrace the supremacy in the palm of his hand.

She has unparalleled beauty, unparalleled power, and unparalleled throne.

And Zhu He had secretly damaged countless pieces of his clothes, and also secretly hid in his sleeves and shuttled through thousands of worlds in the fairy world.

Among Zhuhe's few deep memories, it was indeed not a very good memory.

The gap in cultivation between the two was too great. At that time, if Emperor Wangtian hadn't deliberately lowered his own pressure, Zhu He couldn't even get close to him.

But now that they have met before, thinking about it carefully...it seems like a lifetime away.

Zhuhe pursed his lips, and was about to speak, but suddenly remembered the voice behind him just now, and was startled: "What did you call me?"

"Uncle Royal."

The man in white and blue shirt slightly bent his lips and smiled, his eyes and brows instantly looked a little more like Yan Rong's.

He took two steps forward, stopped in front of Zhuhe, frowned slightly as if in distress, then leaned close to Zhuhe's ear, and said softly, "But the lonely uncle is a thousand years old. Uncle... Didn't I let you take advantage of it again."

Zhu He was startled, subconsciously raised his head, but was pulled into his arms and kissed his lips.

"Good uncle, come home with me."

The author has something to say: He He: Once upon a time, there was a big pig's trotter—he, he, he, he, he, he can still talk!

Emperor Wangtian: All judges, please come back another day. It's getting late today, and Hehe is going to bed with me.

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It's over!I have been modifying and modifying for a whole night, and the update is a little bit more... I am too cooing...

There will be another extra chapter in a few days. Basically everyone has finished writing this article, so there will not be many extras!

Good morning!

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