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

They, the secret guards, cannot enter at will without instructions.

His Highness allowed the Prince Regent to enter today, but he still went in for more private matters such as bathing.

Jun Changque said quietly: "The clothes are all in the room, and the regent can choose them himself."

Mo Yanzhuo's eyes lit up slightly when he heard this, and he asked again: "Can I choose anything?"

Jun Changque frowned and looked at him, meaning: There are several pieces of clothing, what can't you choose?

He is not like Mo Yanzhuo who has special royal attire and would be overstepping his bounds if he wore it.

It doesn't matter whether they are precious or not, they are all worn, and if they are no longer available, replace them with new ones.

Mo Yanzhuo chuckled: "No, I just wanted to ask about the special significance of clothes that cannot be moved."

Jun Changque thought that the regent might not like other people's used things like himself, so he added: "No, the unworn ones are in the cabinet on the right. The regent can choose by himself."

"it is good."

Mo Yanzhuo entered his room. Except for a set of tables and chairs, the empty room had no extra decorations, no porcelain, calligraphy or paintings. It was as simple as if no one lived there.

Entering inside, bypassing the screen, a two-meter-long golden nanmu bed is placed one step against the wall. There is a large cabinet at the head of the bed, which should be used to store clothes. There is a low couch next to the window with a few books on it. book.

He would sit here and read, and only rest when he was tired.

The hot water hadn't come yet, so he walked to the low couch and sat down. He picked up the top book and took a look at it. It was a military book. It looked like he had read it many times, and sometimes there were only a few comments.

He didn't read any further, but he saw that the second book was a biography.

As hot water came in one after another, Mo Yanzhuo put down his book, stood up and went to the wardrobe. Looking at the clothes that were obviously darker than what he usually wore, he picked out a black brocade dress with red collar and waist.

Then he walked to the tub, stepped on the small ladder, and placed his moon-white coat on the screen, followed by his belt, white undershirt...

When he went to court today, he never thought that he could enter Jun Changque's bedroom to take a bath and borrow his clothes.

There will be more opportunities to learn more about him in the future.

Thinking of this, Mo Yanzhuo chuckled.

About two-quarters of an hour later, Mo Yanzhuo was wearing the selected clothes and paused for a moment while looking at the folding fan that fell out.

He was previously wearing clothes with a coat. He had put the folding fan he picked up from the carriage on his lower back, but now he could only put it on his chest.

You have to be careful, otherwise it might fall out.

When the news of the dignified regent stealing the folding fan spreads, I don't know how embarrassing it will be.

However, he really wanted something from Jun Changque.

He must like this folding fan, right?

Staring at the rubbed smooth fan handle, he treasured the things in his arms.

That’s all, be careful when the time comes.

If it falls out, just say that you thought it was interesting and had something to do. You took a look at it and put it on your body, forgetting to take it out.

No one should doubt it, after all, he is not short of a folding fan that is not too valuable.

Mo Yanzhuo thought and laughed. He didn't expect that one day he would rely on his external image to do such a thing.

Use your inner strength to dry your wet hair and push out the door.

Jun Changque, who was sitting in the courtyard in a daze, slowly turned his head when he heard the voice, and was stunned when he saw Mo Yanzhuo.

He didn't expect Mo Yanzhuo to choose the clothes he wore.

What's more, when the purged regent put on black clothes, he was amazed by the different temperament he showed before.

The white lotus, as cold as the moon, was stained with flames and released scorching heat.

His handsome face showed even more aggression.

He is a little shorter than Mo Yanzhuo, but his clothes are not tight for him.

He was a little thin in his clothes, but he could still hold his clothes up.

The tall and straight body stands tall and slender.

Jun Changque suddenly realized that the ice was lifted, revealing the scorching heat that no one could avoid.

It's so hot that my heart trembles.

Mo Yanzhuo was a little uncomfortable wearing other people's clothes, and he was worried that the folding fan would fall out, so he walked a little unsteadily.

Seeing his dazed look, I suddenly felt no worries at all.

He raised his lips slightly: "How?"

Jun Changque took a breath and slowly recovered: "What?"

Mo Yanzhuo continued to ask, "Does this dress look good on me?"

Jun Changque looked away and chuckled: "What? The regent wants to have a beauty pageant?"

"Your Highness is true."

Mo Yanzhuo sighed helplessly, "I understand His Highness's evaluation."

Jun Changque snorted lightly and handed him a box.

Mo Yanzhuo looked at the box: "This is it?"

"Three years ago, I owed you something."

It's medicine.

The wound will not hurt with good medicine.

Mo Yanzhuo reached out and took it: "Thank you, Your Highness."

He held the box and looked at him, "Your Highness, will you give it to me?"

Jun Changque raised his chin and motioned for him to move forward.

The two of them were already familiar with each other a lot, and Mo Yanzhuo no longer needed to rack his brains to find topics to talk about, but he didn't stay silent all the time.

They were talking about things one after another.

Mo Yanzhuo suddenly said: "No later than the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will let the emperor give you a reward, and at least make you a prince."

His Royal Highness, Prince Zheng, that was the title of Jun Changque in his previous life. When the emperor named Jun Changxiao as the prince, he randomly named him as a reward to appease him.

Zheng does not mean to be iron-clad.

Instead, he was called stubborn, sycophantic, cold, and disobedient.

What I want to strive for for him is to be unyielding and arrogant.

His Highness's magnanimity cannot be judged by the emperor's casual and perfunctory contempt.

Jun Changque didn't mind giving military honors to Yang Yuchen, nor did he take it to heart.

I was still a little stunned when I heard him mention it so seriously.

"it is good."

She thought he wouldn't respond to her, but she heard a calm response.

Mo Yanzhuo looked back at him, and a smile appeared on the other person's beautiful face.

"Your Highness, Mr. Han is here to visit. Do you want to see him?"

Gui Ying's voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

Jun Changque said quietly: "Invite him to the front hall."

Mo Yanzhuo said, "Then I'll leave first."

It was almost delivered to the door. He was very satisfied after walking with him for so long.

"It's not too late, let's go."

Jun Changque walked towards the outside of the mansion. He probably knew what Han Gaoshang was doing.

Instead of meeting that kind of person, it would be better to send Mo Yanzhuo out.

In the front hall of the Prince's Mansion.

Han Gaoshang was very guilty at first. He didn't know how to speak to His Highness the Third Prince, so he drank several cups of tea because of his nervousness.

After waiting for half an hour and still not seeing anyone, I suddenly felt angry.

He felt that His Highness knew the purpose of his visit, so he deliberately avoided seeing him.

He was just a prince who was hated by the emperor. Even such great military achievements were wiped out by the emperor.

Why would a prince with such no future take his daughter with him?