I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Huai presided over the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven during the day, and survived a drug addiction at night. He was indeed physically and mentally exhausted, and lay down on the soft bedding under Yan Zhuo's watchful eyes.

Yan Zhuo tucked the quilt for him casually, and when he was about to leave, he stopped and asked: "Today about Rong Fu, Your Majesty could have punished one or more of the ministers for committing the above crimes, why didn't he take the opportunity to send him down? It is Lord Tai Chengzhang, His Majesty made him like this, and offended the minister of humerus."

"The minister of the humerus? I don't think so." Rong Huai's lips twitched lightly: "General Yan is the pillar of the Great Moon Kingdom. How can this kind of manipulator be compared?"

Yan Zhuo laughed loudly, took a deep look at Rong Huai, and without saying whether he believed it or not, he turned his head and strode away from the palace.

After watching his back going away, Rong Huai finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After walking out of the inner hall and walking along the long corridor in the palace, Yan Zhuo's footsteps gradually slowed down. Even now he seemed to be able to smell the vaguely scented fragrance of tranquility, which was shallow but unreasonably touching. He raised his palm and sniffed drunkenly.

There... still smelled of Rong Huai's body.

It wasn't until he heard Mr. Zhang's voice from the front hall that he woke up as if from a dream, his mind was muddled, and after realizing what he was doing just now, he was struck by lightning.

I thought it was just a momentary fascination, but I was still thinking about it and cherishing it...

Yan Zhuo's mind didn't last until he arrived at the front hall. The moment he saw Mr. Zhang, the emotions in his eyes settled down. With a smile on his lips, he looked at Mr. Zhang, who was tugging at the inner eunuch and asking to see His Majesty. Said: "Your Majesty has already rested, Mr. Zhang can't understand the oracle? Is it possible that I don't want my life anymore?"

Master Zhang raised his head and saw Yan Zhuo, "General Yan?" He had already asked the disciples of the clan to find out what happened at that time, and he could not help but feel angry and resentful when facing Yan Zhuo: "Your Majesty threw Prince Fu into the imperial arena, and the general is beside you. Don't you want to persuade me one or two?"

"He is not related to me, why should I persuade him?" Yan Zhuo had a smile on his lips.

Mrs. Zhang was extremely angry, pointing at him with trembling fingers: "You, you--"

Yan Zhuo put his arms around his chest and looked down at him condescendingly: "What's more...it's so late, Mr. Zhang dared to break into the palace and woke up His Majesty, isn't he afraid of following Rong Fu's footsteps?"

Master Zhang's complexion changed, obviously hesitant, Yan Zhuo turned around and walked outside the palace gate: "Even I dare not disturb His Majesty, if Master Zhang thinks his life is long, he can continue to spoil here."

Listening to a full-on inner eunuch at the side: "..."

You actually have the nerve to say that you don't dare to worry Your Majesty, and you, General Yan, are the one who breaks into the palace most late at night.

What is this called now?oppressive rule?

But Mr. Zhang didn't know. Hearing Yan Zhuo's words, Mr. Zhang, who was dazed by his anger, suddenly woke up and retreated immediately.

With that tyrant's style, it's not surprising that he would do anything, he had to go back and make a good calculation, if he recklessly broke into the palace, maybe even his own life would be on the line here.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked away.

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The next day.

According to the process of offering sacrifices to heaven, a spring feast is held in the palace in the evening, and the officials are held at night in the hall, and the emperor and ministers have fun together.

After nightfall, the bright lights of the palace hang high, one after another hanging high on the row upon row of red beams, like a lighted dragon wandering in the mountains and forests, illuminating the palace brightly, like daytime.Since it is a grand feast of offering sacrifices to heaven and praying for blessings, it is held particularly warmly and grandly.

In the inner hall, Rong Huai stood in front of the mirror and let the maidservants put on a robe for him and tie a golden crown. Qin Liangqi, dressed in plain clothes, entered the hall and reminded: "Your Majesty, it's time for the banquet."

"Let's go," Rong Huai straightened his cuffs and walked out slowly. The concubines who served in the outer hall had already been carefully dressed and were waiting here. At first glance, they were dressed in silk clothes, and they were all dressed in silk. Silk and satin, painted with exquisite and beautiful makeup, just to win the favor of the emperor.

But it wasn't as noisy as yesterday, it was all well-behaved, and they didn't do anything out of the ordinary in order to gain a position.

It's all because of what happened to Rong Fu yesterday, they still remember it vividly, with lingering fears in their hearts.

However, all the concubines were already beautiful, and they still lost three points of color in front of Rong Huai. He walked into the main hall with his concubines, and all the officials present knelt down and saluted His Majesty's peace according to the national etiquette.

"Let's get up," the civil and military officials divided the seats according to their grades, waited for everyone to thank them and sat down, Rong Huai ordered the palace maid to pour wine for the table, and after offering the drink, he briefly said a few opening words.

The palace banquet just started, a group of dancers from the Western Regions in cool clothes came to the palace dancing, accompanied by the lingering drumbeats, the officials and officials were fascinated by the sight, but they did not forget to offer a toast beside Rong Huai .

Rong Huai didn't like drinking, so he clinked glasses with them only for a sip, and his eyes fell on Qin Liangqi, who seemed to be intoxicated in singing and dancing.

According to his rank, Qin Liangqi was white and had no qualifications to sit in the hall, but the original owner treated him very well, and wherever he went, he would always have a seat by his side, even at banquets. The next table.

This is already a habit, although it is not in line with the etiquette system, everyone is used to it.

Since the location is the closest to Ronghuai, the delicacies and tableware in front of him are all of the highest standard, a set of crystal clear and priceless glass bowls and cups, the wine is amber brewed that has been preserved for many years, and there are many rare melons and fruits. The exquisite and small pastries on the plate are even more dazzling, which makes people dizzy.

However, Qin Liangqi is still not satisfied with such a heart-and-heart treatment, and wants to covet more rights.

Rong Huai's eyes fell on the noisy banquet again.

Yan Zhuo didn't have much interest in the dancer, but he was drunk at the banquet. He was not drunk for a thousand cups, and in a blink of an eye he drank his colleagues and soldiers around him. Yan Jiuli sat beside him, looked at Shang Ronghuai, and lowered his head Come on, cover up the hatred of wanting to eat his bones and flesh.

"General Yan, sit up and have a drink with Gu." Rong Huai lightly clasped the jade table and called out.

Hearing this, the internal supervisor immediately added a chair beside Rong Huai.

On the surface, everyone sitting here is enjoying the singing and dancing, but in fact they can't help turning their eyes over. As the most powerful general in Dayue, it is an indisputable fact that they are incompatible with Shengshang. Everyone is curious about what kind of sparks the two can collide with. .

Yan Zhuo held the wine cup and strode forward, Rong Huai raised his sleeves, and was about to pick up the wine glass in front of him, but Yan Zhuo pressed his hand and said: "Your Majesty is delicate and not suitable for drinking."

As he said that, he took a cup of milk soup from the hand of the palace maid who was standing behind with countless delicacies and put it in front of Rong Huai: "Your Majesty, this is just right for you to eat."

Rong Huai didn't like drinking, so he put down the wine glass logically, buried the spoon with his slender fingers and gently stirred the fresh milky milk.

Everyone: "..." This is different from what they imagined.

The milk soup is made from the freshest fruit milk. The entrance is full of rich and thick milky fragrance, with a hint of miscellaneous fresh fruit flavor. The taste is mellow and the aftertaste is sweet. Rong Huai took a sip into his mouth: " Not bad, who did it? Check it out."

The inner supervisor bowed his head and agreed.

Yan Zhuo watched as the tip of his thin red tongue protruded from his lips, and licked some of the stained milky white. There seemed to be many heavy emotions in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his head and took another big gulp of hot wine.

Rong Huai noticed his movements from the corner of his eyes, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and a smile flashed in his eyes, Yan Zhuo didn't expect to meet his gaze, he gave a big palm to hold the cup, An inexplicable enthusiasm came to his heart, and he leaned close to Rong Huai's ear and smiled: "Is Your Majesty seducing me?"

"Yes...how?" Rong Huai asked.

Yan Zhuo's big palm holding the cup tightened suddenly, veins burst into the back of his hand, and his expression became cold and ferocious: "Your Majesty's words are a few truths and a few lies, and I'm so dull that I can't tell the difference."

After all, he drank the hot wine in the cup in one gulp.

Rong Huai looked back and smiled silently.

There were a lot of people around, but he didn't say much to Yan Zhuo, he gently scooped up the milk soup, and the dance in the hall changed a few times, and he was about to play a light song from Yuanzhou.

That is to say, more than a dozen people hold musical instruments such as qin or pipa, and use more than ten kinds of musical instruments to play together the famous ballads that have been circulated in the market, which is very popular among the nobles who like arty.

The military officers were drunk in all odds, and most of the sober ones were civil servants, and no one noticed that the dozen or so performers on the stage were extremely stable, obviously all belonged to Lian Jiazi.

During the banquet, everyone kept paying attention to the two people in the first seat, and there was a lot of noise around them. Although they couldn't hear what they said clearly, they could see the change in Yan Zhuo's face, the fierceness and coldness in his eyes.

Everyone broke into a cold sweat, fearing that this pair of tit-for-tat monarchs and ministers would explode on the spot.

The attention given to the performers in the hall is even less.

At this moment, the sound of the bombs gradually merged into murderous intent, and the tune of the originally lingering water town folk songs changed, and in an instant, the music was full of murderous intent.

The resplendent lamps and shadows in the hall were flickering, and the cold light reflected from the sword blade dazzled everyone's eyes. The people in the hall panicked. The timid one directly fainted to the ground.

The inner eunuch was also frightened by this change, and shouted: "There is an assassin—"

As soon as Yan Zhuo changed his relaxed expression, his expression immediately changed. He turned his head and saw the dozen or so musicians smashing the musical instruments, pulling out the hidden swords, and stabbing him directly. The tyranny flashed in his burning eyes. Gone.

He was about to make a move on these reckless people, but he was surprised that he couldn't lift his arms.

There is medicine in wine.

Before the wine and food are served at the banquet, they have to go through several silver needle tests, so the wine is not poison, but colorless and tasteless sputum.

Facing the oncoming sword blade showing its murderous intentions, Yan Zhuo showed a fierce smile. These people must have underestimated him too much. His internal strength is amazing, and he can circulate the meridians to force out the medicinal properties in the body.

There were 12 assassins in total, and the guards in the palace quickly stepped forward to grab them. These people were obviously proficient in martial arts. Even though the guards came out in full force, there was still one man who was short and nimble, standing out from the encirclement, and pointed his sword directly at Yan Zhuo.

Take the first sword strike, and it will be there in an instant.

Unable to avoid it, Yan Zhuo turned his back, intending to bear the sword with his back, but he didn't expect that instead of a cold sword blade, he was greeted by a soft body covering his back.

"Puff," the sword pierced deeply into the flesh, and all the officials in the hall were stunned, even Qin Liangqi was stunned, and the inner eunuch blurted out in panic: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty—"

The expression on Yan Zhuo's face also froze in an instant, he turned his head slowly, and the body on his back also slowly slid down, with a long sword piercing through Rong Huai's chest, hot blood splashed on Yan Zhuo's face. On the scorching face, it dripped down slowly along the chin.

Covering his bleeding chest, Rong Huai's mouth was dripping with blood, and his voice was intermittent: "Yan Zhuo, Gu said, I never thought of killing you..."

The arms that had regained strength hugged the body in his arms tightly, but Yan Zhuo felt that his whole body lost strength, and his arms trembled uncontrollably.

Yan Zhuo finally believed his words, but in such a tragic way. ,.