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

Otherwise, he would risk his life to protect His Highness's safety.

I always felt that there was a regret in my heart. It seemed that he was trying his best to get closer, but he was still a step too slow.

The carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the Prince's Mansion. Jun Changque got out first, his broad sleeves brushed by, and a burst of sandalwood hit his face.

Mo Yanzhuo took a breath, looked at the place where he had been sitting, and got off the carriage after a long while.

When I entered Jun Changque's mansion for the first time, I felt completely different from my own Regent's mansion.

One is serious yet elegant, the other is ultimate exquisite luxury.

Just like his carriage.

"Gui Ying, take the Regent to see the garden," Jun Changque arranged, "Regent, can you help yourself?"

Although Mo Yanzhuo was interested in his residence, he also wanted to talk to him: "I have something to tell you."

"Okay, the regent will go shopping first, and I will change my clothes before coming back."

"it is good."

As long as he doesn't hang out here, he can wait for him to come back.

Mo Yanzhuo thought and laughed in his heart. It had been a long time since he had accommodated anyone like this. Even the emperor would not let him wait too long.

The garden of the Prince's Mansion is filled with golden yellow, accompanied by the scent of osmanthus. Compared with his own home, the ornamental objects he likes are more enthusiastic and have a strong sense of presence.

Except for two tall osmanthus trees, the yard is full of colorful flowers.

He likes the elegant bamboo and orchid.

Looking over inadvertently, he saw a few scratches on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. He walked over and confirmed that the scratches were sword marks.

It looks very new, it must have been there only in the morning.

Presumably this is where Jun Changque practiced his swordplay.

Osmanthus flowers are flying, and the man in black holds a long sword, and every move is full of murderous intent.

He is in a bad mood.

why?

Is it because of what happened in the morning?

Mo Yanzhuo hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to wrong him like this, but the emperor was too worried. He had just come back, and everyone was staring at him, hoping that he would make a mistake and continue to be disliked by the emperor.

Especially Jun Changxiao, who will definitely not be able to stay idle.

I originally wanted to let him slowly get what belongs to him over time, but if he is unhappy, Jun Changxiao will have to change his plan.

"The Prince Regent also likes sweet-scented osmanthus?" A faint voice sounded from behind.

Mo Yanzhuo turned around, and saw that the other party had already changed into a simple red dress and came out. His skin was like snow, his narrow eyebrows were raised, and he showed a bit of coquettish charm for no reason. A black belt around his waist outlined his slender waist, and his hair was He also wore a red hairband casually tied around his back.

After being stunned for a moment, he replied: "It's okay, it's quite...smelling."

Jun Changque nodded slowly and didn't take it to heart.

Only Mo Yanzhuo knew that the fragrance he was talking about was referring to people.

"What does the regent want to say to this palace?"

"Yang Yuchen," Mo Yanzhuo said, "Although he accepted the military merit that originally belonged to you, he will always be yours."

He was expressing his opinion to him, hoping that he would not doubt him.

Jun Changque raised his eyes, looked at the serious regent, and shook his head: "That is his own contribution, and this palace does not care."

"It's my fault. I didn't persuade Jun Changxiao to intervene in this matter. I came up with this idea on my own initiative. Don't be angry."

He frowned and said, "If you don't like it, I will propose to the emperor and give you the reward you deserve."

The regent, who was as cold as ice and could be as stable as a mountain in any situation, showed an anxious look in front of him on a matter that he didn't care about at all.

Jun Changque moved his fingertips, and after a while, he smiled faintly: "The regent is worrying too much. If I say I don't care, I really don't care. I have lived and died with him for several years, and I know his As a person.”

Even if you believe the wrong person, you can treat him as blind.

Furthermore, he did not go to the battlefield to make friends with such talents.

Not caring again.

"But you are very unhappy," Mo Yanzhuo looked at him, "Why?"

Whatever the reason, they weren't familiar with it, and the inquiry crossed the line.

Jun Changque took a look at the sword marks on the tree trunk and understood what he meant. He gave an answer: "I am not acclimatized to the climate and I am irritable."

It's not that I'm angry because I'm so unrestrained, but it's also because I'm unhappy.

After making sure that he was not unhappy because of Yang Yuchen's matter, Mo Yanzhuo looked slightly relaxed: "Do you want to eat barbecue?"

"what?"

The topic jumped a bit quickly, and Jun Changque didn't react for a while.

"Barbecue," Mo Yanzhuo repeated patiently, "No matter what, you said, I will bake it for you."

Jun Changque paused for a moment, thinking of the fish he had eaten at Qinglu Xiaozhu, and nodded: "Gui Ying, let someone prepare the ingredients."

Guiying left in response.

This is when the sun is at its hottest, and eating barbecue is simply challenging your body's ability to endure.

The weather is already hot, and you have to endure the smoke and fire by the fire.

What will happen to this regent who is like a thousand-year-old iceberg?

Inexplicably, Jun Changque was looking forward to it.

It wasn't for the stuttering, but it was enough for him to wait quietly for the pleasure of witnessing that scene with his own eyes.

The ingredients were quickly prepared, and someone moved a deck chair out.

Mo Yanzhuo arranged softly: "You sit over there, the smoke will not hit you later."

The charcoal fire was very hot, and the sight of him sitting obediently on the recliner was not as exciting as it was.

Holding the wide sleeves with one hand, he placed a leg of lamb on the fire rack with the other hand, and placed several pieces of fat and thin pork in succession, waiting quietly for roasting.

Jun Changque looked at it for a moment, then lay down, looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus through the sunlight, and smelling the smell of barbecue gradually mixed with the aroma of the sweet-scented osmanthus. He reached out and touched in his sleeves, but couldn't find the one used on the carriage. Folding fan, thinking about changing clothes, maybe put it in the room.

He was stunned for a moment and closed his eyes.

It was rare that I didn't want to sleep. I thought of some things intermittently in my mind, and I didn't know where my thoughts were going.

"Your Highness, it's ready."

The soft voice fell in his ears. Jun Changque opened his eyes and sat up. The fragrance of the lamb leg just lingered on the tip of his nose.

He looked down at the juicy lamb leg. The fingers handed over were long and slender, with clear joints, and they looked as beautiful as works of art.

"Your Highness, are you afraid of getting burned?" Mo Yanzhuo asked in a low voice.

"Oh, thank you."

He reached out and took the leg of lamb, remembering that he said it was hot, and took a bite carefully. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. I don’t know what condiments were put in it. There was no fishy smell, and it did not interfere with the taste of the lamb itself.

Compared to the roasted whole lamb in Northern Xinjiang, it is no less impressive.

Jun Changque stood up, walked to the entrance of the courtyard, gave Gui Ying a few instructions, and sat back on the chair again.

After a while, Guiying came in with a bottle of wine and a plate of fruit with ice cubes.

At his signal, the fruit plate was placed next to Mo Yanzhuo.

She raised her head and glanced at him, the corners of her eyes slightly hooked, as if it was a flash in the pan.