The Regent is not dead yet

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became quiet.

In the ambiguous silence, only the occasional crackling of the lights on the table remained, and there was no extra sound.

The totem of Beidi is a wolf, and only nobles have the privilege of tattooing a lone wolf on their bodies—the higher the rank, the more fierce and sinister the gaze of the lone wolf tattooed, representing unyielding and endless power struggle.

At this time, Wu Yu's clothes were opened, and what he saw was a wolf howling at the moon.

Zhuhe finally got tired with his head up for a long while, and lowered his eyes slightly, just in time to see the wolf's sturdy figure and dark green eyes.

He had never seen such a vivid tattoo before, so he couldn't help looking at it intently for a while.

Wu Yu didn't urge him, but just moved down a little bit the hand that was originally propped on the wall, went around behind the person in front of him, and then moved forward, as if wanting to embrace him in his arms.

He whispered, as if coaxing people: "Does it look good? My lord, the tattoo will change color when Yu sweats. The more you sweat, the brighter the color. Do you want to see it?"

Zhu He opened his eyes wide curiously: "So amazing?"

Wu Yu's fingers touched the clothes with silk and gold threads, and he brought Zhu He closer to him without any trace: "The prince can verify it himself."

The crow-like eyelashes of the cranes trembled, as if they were very excited.

Wu Yu's hand slowly exerted a little more strength, and even his tone was a little bit of desire: "Don't you want to try?"

Zhu He didn't answer, but he didn't refuse either. He frowned slightly, as if he was resisting and thinking.

The corners of Wu Yu's lips hooked slightly, just when he was already half-embracing Zhuhe's arm and was about to pull him into his embrace completely——

Zhu He reached out and grabbed Wu Yu's wrist.

His beautiful eyes were lifted up again, and the tear mole at the corner of his left eye seemed to glow eeriely in the candlelight, and his whole person seemed to have a bit of inhuman evil, appearing cunning and agile.

He quickly got out of Wu Yu's arms, turned around lightly, stood behind Wu Yu, and said bluntly:

"If you want to sleep with me, my king will sleep with you? I think you just want to fart!"

Wu Yu: "..."

Wu Yu was stunned for a short while, but he didn't have time to react.

However, Zhuhe's reaction was always swift.

He not only quickly opened the distance between the two of them, but also found a safe place, raised his chin, and said very awkwardly: "This king really wants to see color-changing tattoos. But as long as you sweat, don't tattoos all change color?" Is it?"

Wu Yu: "..."

"Since you are not in good health and seem unable to do serious exercise, then this king will arrange someone to sleep with you or sleep with you."

The cranes clapped their hands and inserted the last knife very wittily, "The king has always been a kind and magnanimous person, third prince, do you want to be on top or below? You can tell me what position you want. Wang will try his best to satisfy you without affecting the viewing angle."

Wu Yu: "..."

Wu Yu was stunned for a while, and then he understood the meaning of these words, and suddenly his whole body went numb.

Zhu He could add fuel to the fire: "And what type do you like? The first time or the one with a lot of experience? Do you prefer girls or boys?"

Wu Yu: "..."

The original ambiguity between Wen Cun and the lights disappeared in an instant, and the hall was suddenly filled with the atmosphere of learning and seeking knowledge.

Wu Yu has been romantic for more than ten years and has controlled countless people, but he has never seen such a way as Zhuhe.

He froze on the spot for a while, then squeezed the space between his brows, forced a smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "My lord, none of them can do it."

Zhuhe: "?"

That is, Hehe must be the best in the world and the best, big, strong and durable.

But Hehe can't just sleep with a man just because he sleeps with a man.

Zhuhe felt that he had been flattered, so his tone became a little better: "Just say it, I promise to find someone who can do it for you."

Wu Yu: "..."

Probably because his body was really unable to support himself, Wu Yu slowly leaned against the table and sat down.

He looked at Zhuhe with heavy eyes, and kept looking for a long time, but the smile on his lips deepened a bit.

"My lord, there is no one but you."

Weiyang Palace is the largest sleeping hall in the Dali Palace used to receive the largest bedroom in foreign history.

Beidi is most famous for the scenery where mountains and seas meet, and Weiyang Palace chose such a picture as the main picture.

"As long as the mother-child double Gu is planted, the two hosts will have an inescapable bond."

Wu Yu's eyes flicked over the exquisite reliefs, and then settled on Zhu He, and said slowly, "The child Gu lives in your body, and if it cannot develop as expected, it will continue to eat back the mother Gu until death, never ending. "

Zhu He: "..."

There are quite a few ways to do this.

Zhuhe pondered for a while: "It's impossible for me to let that fat bug suck my blood. Is there no other solution for your crap?"

"Yes, let the child Gu feel the mother Gu through the joy of coitus, so as to stabilize the mood and stop the backlash."

Wu Yu's bluish-white lips curved slightly, and said, "Once the child-mother Gu is planted, it cannot be undone——My lord, you are the only antidote in my life."

Zhu He: "..."

There was a moment of silence in the hall again.

Zhuhe obviously failed to understand the ambiguity and provocation of adults in the sentence of the third prince of Beidi.

He thought about it, thought about it, prepared his words, cultivated his tone, blinked his eyes, and finally said: "Well, it's because this king ate your bugs?"

Wu Yu: "..."

Zhuhe began to defend himself: "If the king doesn't eat you, you will still give it to the little prince, so you can't blame the king, right?"

Wu Yu closed his eyes, and sighed deeply: "Prince Regent, please forgive Yu Yu for speaking bluntly. When you were in southern Xinjiang, the crown prince had already recruited manpower and made serious preparations for his enthronement. In this case, you are willing to take out the sub-gu for him. It is worthwhile." ?"

Of course not worth it, that little brat.

Zhuhe turned his eyes away: "It has nothing to do with you."

"It's about it, my lord."

Wu Yu endured the sharp pain of backlash, and chuckled softly: "Zi Gu has entered the body, although Yu doesn't know what is in your body that can control the behavior of Gu insects, but Zi Gu is very sinister and poisonous, and if things go on like this, your body will definitely Declining day by day for no reason, and ultimately powerless."

He paused, licked the corner of his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and said in a low voice: "Wouldn't it be nice to have love with me, my lord. Yu is much better than the little prince, it can not only make you feel good, but also relieve the toxicity of the Zi Gu in your body. Really don't want it?"

Zhu He: "..."

Zhu He really hesitated this time.

Although it is a normal tendency for a person with a crane body to be afraid of the cold, he has indeed become more and more afraid of the cold during this period of time. Even just in autumn, the earth dragon has already lit up early, I don't know if it is related to the sub-gu.

But even if it's related...the insects shouldn't do too much harm to him.

On weekdays, the subgu in Zhu He's body could not find the slightest sense of existence, and as time passed, he almost forgot the existence of this thing.

Zhuhe felt relieved, and said three times in a bitch: "No, I'm upset, don't."

Wu Yu: "..."

Wu Yu looked at Zhuhe, there was only a little smile on his lips, but then the smile became deeper and deeper, and finally turned into a loud laugh.

"My lord, at the beginning of Yulai Dali, I thought that Yan Rong was the most important person in the court, so I specially prepared the child-mother Gu to come."

His peach blossom eyes were full of undisguised delusion, and he said, "But now, it seems that you are much more attractive than His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. How many eyes are people in this world blind to put you in this world?" Aside, to praise that brat?"

How thick-skinned are you to be able to blow rainbow farts to Hehe so professionally?

What a blow!

Zhuhe was in a happy mood, so he finally let go of the idea of ​​finding someone to sleep with Wu Yu to show him the 72 tattoos, and said mercilessly, "A Rong has her own advantages that no one can compare to. It's not early, if The third prince has nothing else to do, so this king will go back first."

"My lord stay here."

Wu Yu called Zhuhe to stop.

Zhu He turned around: "Although this king doesn't like to cut people's sticks recently, I advise you to stop testing this king and stay awake."

Wu Yu hooked his lips: "Then the prince will give Yu a drop of fingertip blood."

Zhu He raised his eyebrows slightly.

There was an indescribable hoarseness in Wu Yu's voice: "The so-called one drop of essence, ten drops of blood. Yu is already in such pain, the prince refuses to give himself to Yu, so he shouldn't be stingy with a drop of blood."

Zhu He: "..."

"Still... the regent wants to watch Beidi proton die."

Wu Yu covered the corners of her lips with her hand, and a few bloodstains appeared on her fingertips.

He said softly, "Yu is not afraid, but I am afraid that the Beidi war will be chaotic, and General Lou Cang will have to work for thousands of miles... I heard that General Lou was caught in a trick before the Battle of Yuenu, I wonder if the morale of 'Goshawk' is still the same?" forward?"

There is nothing new under the sun, except that even Yan Rong doesn't know about Lou Cang's plot, and he doesn't know where Wu Yu got the news from.

Moreover, cannibals have soft mouths and short hands.

Zhuhe owed so much to Lou Cang for eating and drinking, and he was really embarrassed to let him transfer to Beidi to prepare for the battle so quickly.

A bright red bead of blood oozed out from the fingertip, so there was no container to hold such a small amount of bleeding.

Zhu He still looked at the blood beads and hesitated.

But Wu Yu had already held onto his wrist one step ahead, rolled his tongue, and licked off the drop of blood on his fingertips, and smiled quietly: "Sweet."

Zhu He: "..."

His fingertips seemed to still be wet from just now, and Zhuhe walked to the door with goosebumps all over his body.

Before going out, I finally remembered to scold back: "Sweet your sister, sweet big-headed ghost! Come, let me keep an eye on the third prince. If there is any change in him, report it immediately!"

In this way, Yan Rong waited at the Prince Regent's mansion for the time of Haishi, until the time of Zishi was about to pass, and the carriage of the Prince Regent came back from the palace unhurriedly.

The regent has not returned, and no one in the palace dares to sleep first.

Yandu is cool at night.

Kayan'er helped Zhuhe off the carriage, took a new red fox fur from other servants beside him, helped Zhuhe put it on, and then told about His Royal Highness's visit. he.

If it was the past, Zhu He would probably still be interested in teasing the little prince.

It's a pity that today's situation is special, Zhuhe's straight male radar almost died of electric shock, so at this time he is very, very reluctant to touch any broken sleeves or future broken sleeves.

He gathered the fox fur, and stepped forward, the fur of the fire fox made his skin whiter and whiter, and under the moonlight, there was a kind of jade-like icy beauty.

Dezhuang went to install the frame, and Kayan followed Zhuhe.

Probably seeing Zhu He's meaning, Kayan Er said: "My family sees that His Highness the Crown Prince is quite aggressive today, and the time is a little late, the prince really shouldn't be visiting."

Zhuhe said casually: "The coming is menacing, why is the coming so menacing?"

Kayaner thought about it: "There is a word that is not appropriate to use for His Highness the Crown Prince, but the servants feel that this is the meaning, and they are dissatisfied with their desires."

Zhuhe was happy: "You are a girl, and you can still see that a man is dissatisfied with desire? Yes, it is very promising. In the future, this king will promise you a good man who is second only to this king to marry!"

Kayan: "..."

Kayan Er looked at Zhu He helplessly, and said nothing.

In a blink of an eye, the two entered the master bedroom.

The King Regent's main bedroom can be called the most extravagant in the world. Not only are there all kinds of bath barrels and flower petals, but also the hot spring water from the suburbs is brought in, and a single soaking pool is dug for the cranes to enjoy at any time.

At this time, the steam in the bubble pool is steaming, and the meal has been prepared for hours.

The Tubo Souchong black tea sent by Lou Cang was served in a white pottery pot, with a tantalizing aroma.

Zhuhe took off his outer shirt, stepped barefoot on the pure teak floor, and remembered that Kayaner was inconvenient to come in to serve him, so he waved his hands and said: "Send the little prince back, and call Dezhuang for the king."

Kayan seemed to want to say something more, but after all, he bowed and retreated without opening his mouth.

Zhuhe is a person who knows how to enjoy himself very much. No matter what the environment is, he can find the most comfortable way for him, such as eating and drinking in a wild animal park, or acting mischievously after wearing it.

With the last clothes off, Zhuhe threw himself into the hot spring soup.

The hot and steamy water overflowed and surrounded people, as if they had returned to the most primitive and safe environment in an instant, and soon Zhu He closed his eyes comfortably, and immersed himself in the water in a relaxed posture.

Slender and straight legs, slender and fragile ankles, and even the toes are as white as jade.

Looking up, the people lying in the pool are undressed, and the lines of their buttocks seem to have been carefully trimmed with exquisite brushstrokes, all of which are eye-catching and maddening.

His slender white arms rested lightly on the edge of the pool, his five fingers loosened, and his hand bones were thin and thin, as if he could completely control it with one hand.

And that face—

As long as he is not vicious, vicious, or evil.

That delicate and beautiful face, the light shadows under the eyelashes, the slightly pursed lips, and a tear mole that wants to cry or not.

Yan Rong ordered Dezhuang to wait outside the house, and when he walked into the hot spring soup, what he saw was such a beautiful picture of a beautiful woman.

The beauty in the picture seems to have fallen into a light sleep, she looks powerless and can only be bullied by others.

Will that tear mole also cry?

The young prince stood still by the soup, his deep eyes locked on the man - I don't know how long he watched, the temperature of the pool was getting higher and higher, and his eyes became hotter and hotter.

Finally, Yan Rong turned his gaze away.

He squatted down, trying to put the things he just took from De Zhuang's hands by the pool.

And maybe a sudden noise in an extremely quiet situation is noisy enough.

The people in the pool frowned slightly, and then the brows became tighter, as if they were drawn into a more inescapable nightmare.

Zhuhe's fingers resting on the edge of the pool struggled in an instant, swung them a few times almost in a hurry, and grabbed the hand of the person closest to him.

It was like he was holding a piece of driftwood in the water to live on.

The steamed red lips parted, as if begging for mercy and uneasiness, but also with a cuteness and softness that had never been shown before: "It's so cold...don't go! Don't go..."