After rebirth, the regent thought about the following crimes every day

"Your Majesty, relax."

The clear words were tinged with a different hoarse depth than usual.

Inside the bright yellow curtains, the man was lying on the large dragon bed, his expression was relaxed, and a touch of flirtatious red at the end of his eyes was touching.

No longer as noble and cool as before.

Emperor Jun Qi is good-looking, with a beautiful face, cold eyes that are watery and misty, and the skin under his clothes is sickly white. He gently pulls open his collar to reveal his delicate collarbone.

The man in white clothes paused for breath and leaned down.

He looked pious, and the other person was an emperor.

He is currently committing the following crimes.

but……

The opponent's legs hooked directly around his waist, and his opened eyes looked at him provocatively.

As if to say he can't do it.

The man paused and chuckled: "Then don't deny it when your Majesty wakes up."

All clothes are gone.

A vague sound lingered in the hall.

After a long time, a sigh came from the darkness, with helpless regret.

"if……"

[Mo Yanzhuo had an erotic dream after his rebirth. Because he didn't know Jun Changque's feelings for him, he was dissatisfied with his desires, so he thought: It would be great if...it was true. (′???`)】

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[Before rebirth, the prelude to the death of two people]

It is spring in the tenth year of Emperor Jun Qi (named Emperor Jun Changque).

King Xiao led his army into the imperial city and surrounded the palace. With the help of the regent Mo Yanzhuo, he forced his way into the palace without anyone stopping him.

It is rare that despite a mutiny, the imperial capital and palace are still in order.

Just like everyone welcomed King Xiao into the palace.

Also, the regent has been planning everything for many years and has already arranged everything.

In the Imperial Garden.

Jun Changque was sitting in front of the stone table in the pavilion, wearing a black brocade robe embroidered with red sahua, leaning lazily on the chair.

His eyes were lowered casually, and his fingers seemed to be caressing the pot of red roses in front of him.

The alienation and coldness in his eyes told people that he didn't put this thing in his eyes at all.

Yes, Jun Changque is such a cold and cold person.

He could kill his father just to ascend to the throne of God.

He could suddenly launch an attack while listening to the minister's words and destroy nine tribes.

You can also be merciless to your imperial brother, send people to the battlefield, and demand that the small southern barbarian country that has been in rebellion for decades and has not been conquered be destroyed in ten days, otherwise you will raise your head to see him.

In short, in the eyes of the people and ministers, Emperor Jun Qi was a complete fool.

Militant and ruthless.

But I have to admit that Jun Changque is really good-looking, especially those indifferent peach blossom eyes.

It would be better if there was a hint of human touch in it.

The water is gleaming and beautiful.

Under his broad brocade robe, his collarbones were clearly exposed. He looked thin but was actually strong, but his skin was too fair, showing that he lived a luxurious life of being carefully cared for. His collarbones were graceful and delicate.

The whole person has a kind of morbid madness.

That is the indifference of threats from the outside with unknown consequences.

Jun Changque blinked, the blur in his eyes became even more blurred, a smile appeared on his lips, and he closed his fingers half-heartedly, and the brightly blooming flowers were immediately destroyed under his hands.

He slowly loosened his fingers and the flowers scattered on the ground.

At this time, those people also came in.

Mo Yanzhuo and Jun Changxiao came out from behind the circle of guards, one with indifferent eyes, the other with a faint sense of excitement.

Jun Changque sneered, moved his body, and lay in another direction. His clothes slipped off casually, exposing one foot.

Only then did I realize that he was not wearing boots, and his feet looked even more beautiful when they stepped on the fallen flowers.

Jun Changxiao said: "Emperor brother, do you know that the palace is now surrounded by us, and your life is in our hands. Emperor brother, you are not worthy of being the emperor at all, so why not abdicate?"

"If you ask me to abdicate, who do you think you are?"

Jun Changque raised his eyebrows and uttered a few words in a sycophantic manner, making the other party's face darken with anger.

"you……"

Jun Changxiao was angry, and his expression was no longer as calm as before.

This is Jun Changque, who is extremely arrogant at all times.

Jun Changque, who could not make him bow to anything.

Mo Yanzhuo appreciated in his heart, took a few steps forward, stood in front of him, looked at him and said in a slow and cool tone: "Your Majesty, abdicate."

Although his words were always as cold as he was, they had a tone of discussion and a threat that could not be refused.

He was very curious about what ability Jun Changxiao had in the taciturn regent Mo Yanzhuo that could enable him to do such a thing for him.

Jun Changque listened, looked at him with raised eyebrows, and nodded: "Okay, I will abdicate."

Playful eyes passed by Mo Yanzhuo, looking at Jun Changxiao who couldn't help showing a look of joy and excitement.

Jun Changque smiled mockingly, pointed a finger at Mo Yanzhuo and said, "How about I abdicate and give way to you?"

"Your Majesty, stop making trouble." Mo Yanzhuo sighed softly.

"I'm not making trouble."

He raised his chin arrogantly, pointed at Jun Changxiao, and said sarcastically, "How can this piece of trash deserve to be given the Zen throne to me?"

Jun Changque has been the emperor for ten years, who can refute what he said?

Although he seemed extremely arrogant, it made people think that his comments were the truth.

Jun Changxiao really couldn't catch his eye.

Jun Changxiao said coldly: "You claim to be capable, but now you are surrounded by my soldiers and horses. What can you do?"

"If the regent hadn't given you a million soldiers and horses, would you have been able to get even closer to me?"

Jun Changque couldn't help but laugh. He thought his words were very interesting, but he didn't hold back his contemptuous words.

Jun Changxiao didn't speak any more. He lowered his head, a look of madness gradually brewing in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I don't dare," Mo Yanzhuo said with an expressionless expression on his face.

Jun Changque looked at him with unwavering eyes. What was Mo Yanzhuo thinking? Why did he call him "Your Majesty" now?

Do you want to be justified?

"What do you think? If you are made emperor, I will issue an order to abdicate immediately?"

Jun Changque asked again, looking at the person behind Mo Yanzhuo from the corner of his eye, his eyes cold and slightly mocking.

Mo Yanzhuo didn't answer, just looked down at him, as if something was flowing slowly in Xinghai's dark eyes.

"Hush-hush-"

The sound of two sharp blades cutting through the air came.

Mo Yanzhuo did not move, but the emperor in front of him suddenly reached out and hooked his belt, pulling him over.

Controlling his body at the last moment, he half-knelt in front of the emperor's knees, his eyes full of astonishment and disappointment.

On the emperor's shoulder, an arrow penetrated completely, and the blood stained his red clothes, blooming into a beautiful flower.

"idiot."

The emperor cursed with a half-smile, whether it was to ridicule him for raising tigers, or to tease Jun Changxiao for revealing his true nature.

He didn't know, he only looked at his injuries, his eyes were blood red.

Jun Changque saved him when Jun Changxiao wanted to kill him.

How could the child he raised by himself be so cruel?

But because of a few gossips from outsiders, you thought he was blocking the way and wanted to get rid of him?

And the cruel emperor he always thought was ruthless and willful actually rescued him?

It was a waste that he had a brain, how stupid was he?

"Uncle Emperor..."

As the voice of concern and regret approached from behind, Mo Yanzhuo looked back, trying to discern what he was really thinking. Seeing his helpless look, Mo Yanzhuo felt a little comforted.

"Uncle Huang, I'm sorry. Xiao'er just thought what he said was unpleasant. She couldn't bear it and so she impulsively hurt Uncle Huang. I didn't mean to hurt Uncle Huang."

Jun Changxiao knelt down in panic and cried guiltily.

Mo Yanzhuo closed his eyes and said slowly, "Uncle Huang, I don't blame you."

As he finished speaking, he seemed to hear Jun Changque snorting coldly again. When he looked up, he only found that his face was much paler, and the blood on his crimson lips was gone.