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

He moved his lips, wanting to say something.

Unexpectedly, Jun Changque waved his hand and smashed the flower pot at hand towards Jun Changxiao, who was doing it again. Then he couldn't help but tilted the chair to one side and vomited out black blood.

stained the loose robe.

Jun Changque was holding his breath just now, but now he started to vomit blood when he moved.

Mo Yanzhuo didn't have time to see what the person behind him was going to do.

He was half-kneeling, wanting to get closer to check his injuries.

Jun Changque stretched out his hand to stop him.

Mo Yanzhuo could feel his almost weak wrist.

The emperor smiled nonchalantly: "Don't look at it, it's just poisoning."

Jun Changxiao was very afraid of him. Since he was prepared, how could he have any backup plan?

The words fell softly, and his proud and deep eyes looked into the distance, and there was no movement for a long time.

Gradually lose its vitality.

After a pause, Mo Yanzhuo stretched out his hand to close his eyelids, looked at this beautiful face, and said emotionlessly: "Since you think that this king deserves to die, I will not stay to hinder your eyes. "

"Uncle Emperor..."

"Regent……"

The surprised shouts behind him gradually disappeared as he fell into darkness.

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[After rebirth, the two met for the first time]

"There he is, chase."

Behind him was the killer, who was in hot pursuit. The man was dressed in black and quickly passed through the jungle. Where he walked, there were blood stains.

It gave those behind him a trace to pursue.

After a while, the man turned back and stopped by a tree. He took out his dagger, cut off a piece of his robe, tightly tightened the bleeding wound on his abdomen, and quietly left in a direction where there was no blood.

Not long after he left, a dozen secret guards chased him in the direction where there was blood.

On the spacious road, a carriage was driving slowly.

The white horse still looks agile under the moonlight.

Jun Changque wiped the blood on his forehead and rushed towards the carriage.

Seeing the man in the carriage, Jun Changque was stunned for a moment, and quickly pressed the dagger in his hand on the man's neck, threatening him coldly.

"Don't make a sound."

Mo Yanzhuo was no less shocked than him. He didn't react for a moment and allowed him to hold her hostage.

Outside the carriage, Yun Jue asked worriedly: "Master, are you okay?"

Someone had just entered the master's carriage. He wanted to come in, but Mo Yanzhuo stopped him.

There was no fighting inside, so it must be okay.

It is strange that there are people in this world who dare to hold the prince hostage.

Looking at his cold expression, Mo Yanzhuo said softly: "Nothing, just keep walking."

It was to reassure his subordinates and to appease him.

Jun Changque did not put down the dagger in his hand, and slowly raised his lips: "Since the regent is so sensible, why don't you give me a ride."

The tone of matter-of-factness seemed to be an order.

Mo Yanzhuo was not angry. He turned slightly and took out a jade bottle from the cabinet on the side with his warning eyes.

The clear voice was like the collision of porcelain and jade, cool and sweet: "You are injured."

Jun Changque snorted lightly: "I can't die."

Mo Yanzhuo was silent, his eyes falling lightly on the clean and comfortable soft couch.

There were a few drops of blood there.

Jun Changque looked over and tutted: "Pretentious."

He raised his chin slightly, signaling for him to uncork the bottle.

This third prince was noble and cool, with a wink in his eyes, arrogant and wanton, with a hint of youthful youthfulness. He was not yet the crazy emperor who had the power of life and death.

Mo Yanzhuo obeyed without saying a word.

Jun Changque raised his eyes and glanced at him casually, maybe because he always kept his word, or maybe because he thought it was too stupid to hold him hostage with a dagger.

He retracted the dagger and took the medicine bottle over.

The black robe was taken off, and he stretched out his injured arm, expressionlessly pouring the powder on it.

Mo Yanzhuo: "..."

He stopped a little slower, and he had already fallen up. He frowned in pain, and uttered words that sounded like mockery with his thin lips.

"The medicine used by the Prince Regent is too bad. When I return to Beijing, I will give the Prince Regent a few bottles."

Mo Yanzhuo nodded: "Okay."

He never cared about this, as long as the medicine had its effect.

What's more, this man has always lived a delicate life, and every pain in his body also shows a lot of pain.

The many scars on his body and the tense mood for many days made him ignore the somewhat different attitude of the regent.

The black fabric on his abdomen was soaked, and he seemed to have no feeling. He leaned on the carriage and closed his eyes.

Breathing gradually calms down.

Only then could Mo Yanzhuo look at him carefully.

The scene from the previous life appeared before my eyes several times, and it was clear every time.

"Since you think that this king deserves to die, I will not stay to hinder your eyes."

After saying that, he stood up and turned behind Jun Changque, who seemed to be sleeping. He hugged him from behind, held the poisonous arrow on his chest, and pressed hard, and the arrow passed through the bodies of both of them.

Jun Changque was arrogant and wanton, and he probably didn't want to continue to be the emperor, so he dared to save him with his life.

So what was the reason for his burial?

Are you unwilling to accept Jun Changque's gift, or do you want to repay the other's kindness in this way?

He didn't know.

All he knew was that the person he supported was worse than the cruel, unkind and self-willed emperor in the eyes of the world.

It was a disappointment to Jun Changxiao, and it was also a cowardly act of evasion.

He thought at that moment, what would he do if he was still alive after Jun Changque died?

He watched Jun Changxiao triumphantly step on him to get everything that originally belonged to Jun Changque, and he watched with cold eyes.

Or should he abolish Jun Changxiao and protect the country for him?

Either way, it's meaningless.

So he chose to follow.

When he died beside Jun Changque, he told Jun Changxiao that I will not block your way, but he wants to be with Jun Changque.

Coming back after being reborn was an ending he never thought of.

So...does he also have those memories?

"Your Majesty?"

Yun Jue's voice brought him back to reality.

He remembered the matter that he had just sent a message to the secret guard to deal with: "How?"

"Back to my lord, those people are dead soldiers. Those who couldn't defeat us committed suicide. There is nothing on them to prove their identity. I'm afraid they won't be able to be investigated for the time being."

Mo Yanzhuo was silent for a moment: "Then find a place to rest and call Yun Cong."

After all, by his side, no one dares to come looking for death.

He is safe.

Yun Jue asked anxiously: "My lord, are you injured?"

Wouldn't that person stab the prince?

Otherwise, why would he be called Yun Cong?

Yun Cong was the best in Chinese medicine among their secret guards. He was originally from a medical family, but someone coveted their medical formula and wiped out his family.

When his master rescued him, he was also being hunted.

Mo Yanzhuo paused for a moment, Yun Jue was the best in martial arts, but his brain was not good.

He didn't answer, and Yun Jue became even more anxious: "My lord, why don't you speak?"

"From now on, don't speak without my order."

Yun Jue felt aggrieved and stopped talking.

They were still more than twenty miles away from the capital, and with Jun Changque's bleeding speed, they might be dead before they even reached the capital.

Fortunately, Yun Jue's brain is not good, so she can still do things.

An inn was quickly found for them, and Yun Cong was waiting for them.

Jun Changque was just asleep before, but now he was bleeding too much and fell into a coma. He didn't wake up even after being carried upstairs.

But he remained silent and never asked for help.

You have already boarded his carriage, is there any need to be harsh?

Mo Yanzhuo looked at the bloody wound on his abdomen with a cold face.

I also thought that he was not afraid of the day of death.