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

There were ripples on the surface of the Lingling waves.

The regent's appearance is pure and beautiful, his face is perfect, and his movements are like a god's legacy.

How many people have been favored by gods and can catch a glimpse of glory.

Mo Yanzhuo smiled slightly and asked, "Your Highness, won't you treat me to some osmanthus wine?"

"If the Prince Regent likes, feel free to do so."

Mo Yanzhuo came over, took away the glass he poured out, and returned to sit by the grill.

Jun Changque: "...?"

He didn't seem to notice the unnaturalness of snatching the wine from someone else's hand, and he could still look at him and take a sip with a calm expression.

"Which company brewed this wine? It feels quite clear and mellow. Can you recommend it, Your Highness?"

Jun Changque said coldly: "This is the only one brewing in the third prince's house."

Mo Yanzhuo raised his eyes in surprise and chuckled: "Then I'll be lucky."

"The regent is so good at cooking, so he's also good at making wine, right?" His casual words were either a provocation or an expectation.

"Your Highness, do you want to drink the wine I brewed?" Mo Yanzhuo looked at him with a smile.

Jun Changque asked in disbelief: "What? The regent drank the wine from this palace and doesn't intend to return it?"

"Of course I have to pay him back, but I have to wait for a while." Mo Yanzhuo stopped teasing him and nodded in agreement.

His Highness's birthday was at the end of September after the Mid-Autumn Festival. He had never had a good time in the past few years. He had a good time when he went to Northern Xinjiang. Others helped him celebrate it, but he was never there.

The emperor in his previous life preferred to stay in his palace, admire the moon and drink wine. Once in a while, he would be given a gift prepared by others, which was neither precious nor special.

From now on, he will accompany him to celebrate every birthday and every festival worth celebrating.

After receiving the answer, Jun Changque stopped staring at him and ate the meat in his hand seriously.

Gui Ying was always thorough in his work and had prepared a set of wine glasses. He poured himself another glass.

Take a bite of the barbecue and drink the osmanthus wine. The aroma of the barbecue is mixed with the fragrance of the osmanthus wine. It tastes really good.

It’s the same as eating roasted whole lamb and drinking milk wine around the fire in northern Xinjiang.

His indifferent eyebrows softened, and he walked over and sat by the fire: "Prince Regent, please eat too. It won't be good if you starve to death in our palace later."

There was a hint of concern in the cold words, and there was a little starlight hidden in Mo Yan's eyes, which were deep and bright.

Jun Changque suddenly felt that with the regent's ability, he would not be so humble as to cook food for him for Jun Changxiao.

Maybe you really want to be friends with him.

"Didn't the Prince Regent hate this Palace so much back then? Why is it that when I come back this time, the Regent is willing to contact us?"

At first, it was out of guilt that I wanted to repay my kindness, but then I gradually fell in love with this person, wishing him well and staying with him.

If you say this, Jun Changque will definitely not believe it, and he has no memory of his previous life.

And he couldn't express his thoughts about Jun Changque.

"A year ago, I went to Northern Xinjiang for business and happened to witness the scene of His Highness killing the enemy.

"At that time, Your Highness was hit by an arrow, but he still took off the head of the enemy leader. The enemy attacked in a large scale, but also secretly sent people to attack in secret. Our army was caught off guard, and the battle that was destined to suffer heavy casualties turned defeat into victory."

Mo Yanzhuo said seriously, "Your Highness's heroic appearance convinces me. At least among the princes, no one has the courage and ability to kill the enemy on the battlefield."

"It was also at this time that I felt that I had a deep misunderstanding of Your Highness. The fight for the right to win the heir depends on one's ability. Although I have some relationship with Jun Changxiao, I am also a member of the Jun dynasty. For the sake of the people, I will not Confront His Highness on these fronts.”

"I would rather be on good terms with His Highness."

These words were of course true. He really wanted to see Jun Changque, so he went to Northern Xinjiang and watched him secretly for a month.

Watching him clean up the battlefield with injuries and comfort the people.

Watch him gradually recover and gallop around the grassland with others.

Seeing him sitting lazily outside the crowd around the campfire, he was helplessly pulled in to circle around, drink and eat meat together.

When he returned from patrolling the city, the people gave him all kinds of food.

……

It was obvious that he liked that place very much.

Instead of being bored after returning to the capital.

If possible, he would be willing to not be the regent and live with him wherever he goes.

But that’s not possible for now.

Your Majesty should stand in that high position and accept everyone's admiration.

No matter the emperor or Jun Changxiao, no one is worthy of putting pressure on him.

Only then can he be safe and sound, without being threatened by anyone.

Jun Changque didn't expect that there was such a reason. After thinking about it, he seemed to have someone staring at him at that time, but he didn't feel there was any malice, so he didn't care.

Was it Mo Yanzhuo?

Mo Yanzhuo looked at him and asked warmly: "Your Highness, can I also be your friend from now on?"

The soft eyes showed pious admiration.

Jun Changque was stunned for a moment, put down the wine cup in his hand, and chewed his words softly: "Friend?"

"Your Highness, please give me a chance, okay?"

The iceberg melted and the gods bowed their heads. No one could withstand such Mo Yanzhuo.

He said calmly: "The Prince's Mansion does not seem to prohibit the Regent from entering."

Mo Yanzhuo nodded, with an obvious smile on his lips: "Yes."

Seeing that he was a little unnatural, Mo Yanzhuo didn't say anything and lowered his head to fiddle with the things on the grill.

He picked up the wine cup again, took a sip, and lightly touched the mouth of the cup with his fingers.

Is he so happy that he promised to be friends?

Before he knew it, he had eaten a lot of food. He was afraid of getting angry, so the kitchen made some porridge to reduce the heat and brought it to him.

In the past, the porridge didn't taste very good, but today I can eat it.

Seeing that he had almost eaten, Mo Yanzhuo stood up and said, "I smell so bad that I have to trouble Your Highness to arrange a bath for me."

He was still as handsome as ever, and his body was smelled of oil smoke, but it didn't detract from his heroic appearance at all, and he even had a touch of gentleness that was almost close to him.

"Oh," Jun Changque stood up and said to the personal guard waiting at the side, "Guiying, let someone prepare hot water for the regent to bathe."

Guiying asked: "Your Highness, in which courtyard should the hot water be placed?"

Before he could answer, Mo Yanzhuo added, "I didn't bring any clean clothes, so I have to borrow some from His Highness."

The words he was about to say paused for a moment and then turned around: "Go to the courtyard of this palace."

"Yes, Your Highness." Gui Ying glanced at Jun Changque in surprise, hesitated, and quickly made arrangements.

His Highness does not like anyone to enter his private territory. Mr. Qin and His Highness are so familiar with each other that they have not been allowed to enter.

One time when His Highness was resting, Young Master Qin came to play with His Highness. He barged in and almost had his legs cut off by His Highness's sword. When he ran out, he even cursed for breaking up the relationship.

From that time on, Mr. Qin never dared to break into His Highness's courtyard again.

Even if he mentioned it jokingly, he was coldly rejected.