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

Mo Yanzhuo's secret guards each performed their own duties. Yunliu served as the deputy commander of the imperial army, and his younger sister Yunli served as a maid in the palace.

He started placing his own people everywhere three years ago, and also secretly promoted some people from Jun Changque.

If it really cannot be installed, replace it with a neutral one.

As long as Jun Changxiao is not given the opportunity to cultivate his own manpower, he will do it.

He was well aware of most of the affairs of the officials in the capital, but he had never had any involvement in the residence of His Highness the Third.

Therefore, he didn’t know anything about Jun Changque at all.

When he was in northern Xinjiang, he wrote to him himself, but Jun Changque usually didn't reply.

It's just that when he mentioned the special stuff there, a copy of it would be sent to the capital and delivered to the Prince Regent's Palace.

At least the other party read the letter.

He also persisted in doing things that were not in line with his usual personality.

After getting close several times, they still couldn't touch the deeper aspects of the other party.

After walking out of the palace, Jun Changque raised his hand and touched the corner of his medicine-filled eyes, thinking of his cold fingertips.

Eyes narrowed.

He put down his fingers and walked towards his house.

After not returning for three years, there were no special changes in the Prince's Mansion.

Perhaps because there was no owner and it was almost dark in the evening, the palace seemed a little quiet.

The two people at the door were drowsy, so he paused and walked in.

Under the trees in the courtyard and on the steps of the corridor, people were sitting lazily, taking naps confidently.

Jun Changque: "..."

He went directly to his room.

When passing by a boy, the corner of his clothes fell into his face.

"Who?"

The boy squinted his eyes in confusion and looked at the black figure, "A bold thief, dare you come to the prince's mansion to steal things in broad daylight?"

Blue sky and white sun?

It's really hard for him to still have some vigilance and remember to watch over his master's house.

"how?"

A cool voice fell above the head, "It's a beautiful dream, can't you recognize this palace?"

The boy's eyes suddenly opened wide and he moved at the fastest speed in more than twenty years.

Turn over, kneel down, kowtow, and salute.

"See Your Highness, Your Highness, please forgive me."

It was funny. If they would have dared to laugh at him normally, now everyone quickly acted like him.

There were at least twenty or thirty people kneeling on the ground in front of them, the servants and maids.

Jun Changque looked at them in silence, some pictures flashed in his mind, and he was slightly absent-minded.

The silent coercion scared the kneeling man to the point where he almost committed suicide.

Recovering, he turned and left.

The suffocating pressure disappeared.

"Woo..."

A timid maid was so frightened that she cried and fell to the ground.

Mother, Your Highness is so scary.

When Guiying came back, he was stunned for a moment when he saw them.

A servant asked tremblingly: "Lord Gui Ying, does Your Highness want you to deal with us?"

"Huh?" Gui Ying was confused.

He was just going out to do errands, what happened?

Because Your Highness?

Although His Highness was fierce and bloody when he killed enemies on the battlefield in Northern Xinjiang, he was also cold and cold on weekdays.

But as long as he doesn't go too far, His Highness rarely embarrasses anyone.

Why are they so afraid?

"When His Highness came in just now, we were all... lazy." Someone explained with a sad face.

"...No." Gui Ying said and walked away.

"It won't happen next time," the four words floated into my ears.

Listen to Wuyuan.

This is the courtyard where Jun Changque lives.

He hurried back to the capital and took a dip in the hot springs at Mo Yanzhuo's Qingluo Villa. However, he didn't change clothes and went into the palace for a long time.

I feel uncomfortable all over my body.

As soon as I returned to my room, I had someone prepare hot water for a bath. I leaned in the tub, closed my eyes slightly, and put my arms on the edge.

Her long hair was spread out, covering her white back, and a large piece of her chest was exposed in front. The water droplets on her collarbone slipped down and were submerged in the water.

A beautiful picture that captivates the soul.

Hearing the movement at the door, he slowly opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Gui Ying asked through the door: "Your Highness, Mr. Qin invites you to a gathering tomorrow. Do you want to go?"

Mr. Qin, Qin Xuan, is a good friend of His Highness. Few people know that he is also the boss of Qin's Trading Company.

Food, groceries, rouge, clothing, pawnshops and other shops everywhere are almost all owned by Qin's Trading Company.

What is even more arrogant is the Qin family's escort agency, which has formed a unique network of relationships and can quickly deliver things to various places.

Not only was Qin Xuan capable, but Jun Changque was also secretly helping.

Although the relationship between the two was very good and Jun Changque trusted him, in order to reassure him, the other party divided the master's token into two parts, one for each person.

In other words, he enjoys all the privileges except that he cannot sell the business.

However, Jun Changque knew what the other party was thinking, and rarely took anything valuable for free, as he spent money on it.

"Ah."

Following the reply, there was the sound of rushing water, and Gui Ying pushed the door open and entered.

The man behind the screen stepped on the blanket with his bare feet, pulled on a clean set of obscene clothes and put them on, casually wearing a black brocade robe, and walked out.

"Then did my subordinate reply to Mr. Qin, or did he make an appointment at Yafeng Pavilion?"

"That's your arrangement." Jun Changque walked to the short couch and sat down.

The sky is getting darker, and the lowered eyebrows are dim and unclear.

Thinking that the master had not had a good rest today: "Your Highness, are you going to pass on the meal?"

When it comes to meals, the fish that Mo Yanzhuo cooked by himself flashes in his mind, and he has a little appetite.

"Let the kitchen make a lighter version of the fish."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Wait a minute. When you go back to Qin Xuan, ask him to prepare a few bottles of good wound medicine for us and bring them to us tomorrow."

Quan should repay the regent for his life-saving grace and for treating him to food before.

Gui Ying never asked the reason for his orders and just obeyed them.

The meal was served very quickly. He was not interested in other things and went to see the fish immediately.

It looked good, so he picked up some of it with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

"Tsk..."

His brows instantly furrowed, and he took a sip of tea irritably to wash away the taste in his mouth.

A dedicated cook is not as good as the food cooked by the regent in his spare time.

"Knock down."

Someone knocked on the door.

"Your Highness, Concubine Shu has given you some snacks. Would you like some?"

There was silence for a few seconds, and then a voice came out: "Bring it in."

The food box was opened, and five or six plates of different snacks were placed on the low couch.

Every month, the palace would always send something out. Fortunately, it was snacks, so he could eat some when he was hungry.

He picked up a piece of chestnut cake with his slender fingers, took a bite, and swallowed it with tea.

Slowly, I ate one or two pieces of each item before being taken away.

It was still early in the night, so Jun Changque got up and went to the courtyard, looking up at the full moon in the sky.

In early August, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the courtyard is fresh and pleasant.

Mid-Autumn Festival is coming.

However, these festivals have little meaning to him.

Far away in northern Xinjiang, the evening breeze is cooler. Sometimes they will light a fire and have a group of people dancing around it, or roasting mutton.

He liked the aroma of the mutton without much seasoning.