Quickly wear: The male protagonist who dotes on his wife is clingy, crying and jealous.

On the second day, Jun Molin still didn't eat or drink. He only stayed with Jiang Yun, fed Jiang Yun medicine and asked the doctor to see him.

But Jiang Yun's breath was almost gone, and all kinds of precious medicinal materials seemed unable to save her life.

This time the regent did not get angry and let them go out very calmly, while he continued to accompany Jiang Yun.

The doctor continued to search, but the light in the man's eyes gradually dimmed.

He dressed his wife carefully and generously handed her the kitten to play with.

Seeing that she was ignoring the kitten, he simply lifted the kitten away, moved closer to her as if competing for favor, and hugged her tightly.

"Madam, you care about me so much. Can you give me a kiss? Just a kiss." He held her waist and felt her weak heartbeat in his palms.

His Yunyun is obviously still in good condition, and those quack doctors outside are of no use at all.

"Your Majesty, Doctor Ma said he wants to see you." Uncle Liu shouted softly from outside.

Jun Molin's eyes lit up, and he strode back to bed with Jiang Yun in his arms, with joy on his face, "I must have thought of a way, madam, wait for me to come back."

For the first time in two days, he stepped out of the room and looked at the bright white light outside, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Have you thought of a way?" the man asked impatiently, without any sign of his previous majesty.

Doctor Ma saluted respectfully, "Your Majesty, I have something else to say. The princess is pregnant."

"Pregnant?" Jun Molin looked stunned and suddenly smiled, "Madam, is she pregnant?"

He felt helplessly at his waist. He had long since lost his sword. He put down his hand unaccustomedly and murmured to himself: "I am going to be a father."

The man staggered back to the house and looked at the person on the bed. His big hands tremblingly covered her belly, his eyes flashing with tears, "Madam, we have a child."

"You are going to be a mother, Yunyun." He cried and hugged her, his voice choked with sobs. "Didn't you say that you would have many children with me when you are well? Can you wake up soon?"

"When you wake up, I will listen to you in everything you say." He hugged her tightly and lowered his head to her face, "Madam, be obedient. How about we stop sleeping? We have been sleeping for a long time."

Except for the diagnosis of pregnancy, the doctors couldn't say a word. They were still trying to think of prescriptions, but they knew in their hearts that the princess might not be able to survive for a few days.

This child is not blessed. The regent's children should be blessed anyway, but it is a pity that his mother did not have the chance to give birth to him.

After chatting with Jiang Yun about the child, Jun Molin began to hold her to sleep again, feeling her heartbeat from time to time, or subconsciously touching her belly.

"It's okay. We are a family of three, and we always get together wherever we go." He became contented, with a soft light in his eyes.

On the third day, Jun Molin washed Jiang Yun, put her into nice clothes, and then carried her into the palace on a carriage.

He changed into court clothes, with a sword and a knot made by Jiang Yun around his waist, and there was nothing wrong with his well-groomed appearance.

A large group of people followed behind him, majestic and majestic.

The young emperor was stunned for a moment when he heard that the eunuch came to report that the regent had entered the palace.

There were neat footsteps outside, many but not mixed. Only the low rumble of the carriage seemed a bit abrupt.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his big hand, the man stepped directly into the court hall and glanced indifferently at the prime minister standing in front of him and the other rebels among the officials.

"Prince Regent, do you want to rebel?" the prime minister scolded with a trembling voice.

The little emperor was restless, but he still took the initiative to step down from the throne and shouted respectfully: "Uncle Emperor, what's wrong with you?"

"I, the king, come here and kill a few people, and then leave." The man said lightly, his eyes falling on the prime minister who was frequently shrinking back, "Prime Minister, where are you going?"

"Uncle Emperor, don't mess around. I've almost collected the evidence." The little emperor whispered uneasily.

Random killing and justifiable disposal are completely different in nature. He cannot let the regent mess around.

Jun Molin's expression became serious, "I have a busy schedule and don't have much free time to play house with you."

The little emperor just said something: when will his uncle stop being so arrogant?

The prime minister knew that the regent was coming towards him today, and he panicked immediately. He grabbed a minister and strangled him by the neck. "Prince regent, if you dare to touch the lower officials, the lower officials will drag them to death together."

He took out a dagger from his sleeve and glared angrily, "Don't come over here, or I will kill him."

"Master Ding, calm down and don't do anything wrong!" A minister whispered.

Jun Molin drew his sword directly and walked towards the prime minister, forcing him to retreat step by step.

The little emperor's eyes were stunned, and he gestured to the imperial guard behind him to help.

The sword in the man's hand dropped without hesitation. The prime minister was so frightened that he hurriedly pushed the man in his hand forward and ran out.

"Help, my lord, help me!" Seeing the sword coming down, the person who was pushed out to block the sword shivered with fright, and his legs became weak and fell to the ground.

Jun Molin took the man aside and caught up with the prime minister. He held the knife to his neck, refusing to allow anyone to beg for mercy. Blood splattered on the spot.

The man looked like a murderous god at this time, cold and bloodthirsty, ruthless and cold.

Everyone was frightened and did not dare to express their anger.

It is said that the regent is domineering and despises the imperial power, and I can see that today.

"Clean up, don't disturb the emperor's court appearance." The man ordered with an indifferent glance at the guards behind him.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

After taking the handkerchief and wiping the blood off the knife, the man strode outside.

"Prince Regent, you dare to kill the prime minister of the dynasty. Where is the royal law and the majesty of the court!" Some ministers still shouted unconvinced.

Jun Molin paused in his steps and chuckled, "If the evil man kills, he will kill him. What can you do?"

He patted the dust on himself, checked that there was no blood, and then bent down and got into the carriage.

"Your Majesty, the regent is so presumptuous, please ask your Majesty to deal with it!"

"My dear friends, please be patient. The regent has presented me with all the charges against the prime minister. You will come to a conclusion after reading them." The emperor waved his hand and said, "Continue to go to court."

The regent's carriage left the palace safely, and the various garrison posts of the prime minister and his followers were destroyed.

Jun Molin fed the kitten some food and looked down at the person in his arms, "Yunyun, everything has been resolved. I can rest assured to accompany you."

"Do you think I've killed too many people in my life, and that's why I ended up like this?"

"It's okay. I won't kill anyone in the next life. Can I help you two get good fortune?" The man spoke in a low voice and touched her belly with his big hand. "The scenery behind the Buddhist temple is nice. The master said that we can build a temple there. Xiaofen, you are afraid of the cold, then I will hold you and you won’t be cold anymore.”

"I asked the master to pray for you two. You will be healthy in your next life."

"It's better to leave the kitten to Uncle Liu. It's so edible and will definitely live for a long time, so I won't take it with me."

When he arrived at the Buddhist temple, Jun Molin could hardly feel Jiang Yun's heartbeat. He stopped talking, kissed her sideways, and lay in the coffin with her.

The fingers of the person sleeping in his arms trembled slightly.