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

Mo Yanzhuo immediately came to his side and called anxiously: "Your Highness."

"No, this is my own fault. It has nothing to do with you. You have done enough. Don't you owe me anything?"

The emperor quickly spoke out, "Even if I die today, it is my own business. Neither the courtiers nor the people in the world will blame you."

Jun Changxiao's lips curled up in a mocking arc: "Look how great you are? You are obviously resentful of each other, but you pretend to be a loving father and a filial son, all for the sake of powerful people. Don't you feel guilty after gaining a holy reputation?"

As he spoke, he stabbed the emperor's thigh with his sword. The emperor gasped in pain but refrained from making a sound.

The courtier looked at Jun Changque with a complicated expression. He knew it was a threat but had to compromise. What would he choose?

Jun Changque raised his eyes, looked at the emperor's anxious expression, and raised his eyes slightly: "My father's gift, my son and I dare not ask for it."

He pulled out a sword from the guard next to him and looked at Jun Changxiao: "If you have any other requests, please tell them all at once."

Jun Changxiao didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and there was a faint excitement in his eyes: "You don't need to delay, just do it."

As long as Jun Changque takes action and his body is damaged, he will not be able to sit firmly on this dragon chair.

And the family disputes behind the two younger brothers started again, and the dynasty had no peace.

None of them will get their wish.

Jun Changque held the sword and raised his hand decisively to throw it. The sword flew into the air and he stretched out his left arm.

Everyone looked towards the sword.

"go to hell."

A woman's voice suddenly sounded. She was wearing the clothes that Jun Feng had given Jun Changxiao to these people, and she was hidden in the crowd.

Always looking for opportunities.

Until now.

Jun Changxiao fell to the ground when she threw him. She kicked the leg that was different from ordinary ones so that he could not react.

At that moment, Jun Changque took half a step back, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and threw it with his hand. The sword flew out and plunged straight into Jun Feng's body.

The Praetorian Guards quickly stepped forward and rescued the emperor.

Angrily, Jun Changxiao used his good foot to kick the woman who was holding on to him: "Han Xiang'er, why are you so crazy? Let go."

Han Xiang'er didn't say anything, but just dragged him further to the ground. The two men's bodies were already half in the air. After struggling again, Han Xiang'er had already dragged him down before the imperial guards could touch them.

Only then did she let go of her hand and looked up at the foggy sky with a smile.

Since Han Mo'er rescued her, she thought quietly for a few days and made this decision.

Everything else can be forgotten, but she will drag Jun Changxiao to hell with her own hands.

Since he is so vicious, then tie him to himself.

Jun Changxiao opened his eyes angrily. The moment he landed, he seemed to have really seen the scene where he was wearing a dragon robe and ascending to the throne. It was really a response to a hundred calls, and the people admired him.

Why didn't these scenes appear?

He is the real one.

When the people above came down to take a look, he stared in the direction of Jinluan Palace with his eyes wide open.

Jun Feng coughed up blood, and a sea of ​​​​fire appeared in his mind. It was the chaos he created in order to bring Jun Changxiao to power, and it was a smear campaign against the emperor Jun Changque.

He only did that one thing and successfully made Jun Changque's reputation as an emperor worse. There was no need to use other means at all.

He succeeded in putting Jun Changxiao in power, but he did not come forward to recognize his son.

No matter how they think about it or refuse to accept it, everything has been set right in this life.

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The emperor was pushed back to the palace. He lay on the couch, staring at Jun Changque, hoping that he would stay and say a few words to him.

The emperor whispered: "Quer..."

Jun Changque looked at him calmly: "Father, what are your orders?"

He called his father, but there was no unnecessary emotion, and there was no affection between father and son at all.

The emperor was extremely uncomfortable. He took a few breaths and said, "Please let someone go out. I have something to say to you alone."

There was only Mo Yanzhuo around, so there was no need.

Jun Changque said nothing.

The emperor frowned: "Quer, do you know what the consequences will be if you get entangled with him? How much criticism will you receive after you ascend the throne?"

"You are a smart person, you should know how to deal with it."

His pointed words made Jun Changque's indifferent expression disappear. He sneered coldly: "Father, are you saying that the bird is gone and the bow is hidden? Oh, I can't be as heartless and unjust as my father."

The emperor tried his best to persuade: "You will regret it."

What kind of bird is hiding behind its bow, how can it be allowed to sit on the side of the couch while others are snoring and sleeping?

Why doesn't Que'er understand?

Jun Changque looked at him coldly, walked towards Mo Yanzhuo, raised his hand to pull the lapel of his clothes, Mo Yanzhuo bent down in cooperation, and Jun Changque kissed his lips in front of the emperor.

Mo Yanzhuo's eyes were full of tenderness, condoning his behavior.

After a moment, he let go of Mo Yanzhuo and turned to glance at the emperor: "See, I need him very much. No one can let him leave my side, let alone you?"

The emperor was absent-minded, and the two of them had turned and walked out of the palace. Their figures were unusually harmonious, just like that day when he saw with his own eyes the scene when the regent married the prince's husband.

It turned out that they had already formed a contract.

They hid it from everyone.

The emperor looked at the door quietly, unable to say anything more.

In the past, Mo Yanzhuo was too kind to Que'er, but he was extremely nervous in the crisis just now. He didn't believe that his son needed to use his body to win over Mo Yanzhuo, and he didn't believe that someone like Mo Yanzhuo would compromise because of a deal of power and sex.

He was sober as never before.

But he also had some nasty thoughts: If Que'er takes over, will he still be able to tolerate Mo Yanzhuo's existence?

Or even if he can tolerate it, can Mo Yanzhuo give up his status as regent and become an ordinary servant in Queer's harem?

Also, Queer will always marry the queen and pass on the throne.

Normal unions between men and women rarely last long. How far can their identities go?

If Jun Changque knew what he was thinking, he would only sneer at him. In his previous life, he was an emperor, had a queen, and concubines, but he always maintained his innocence. Apart from giving status and dignity to those women who wanted to enter the palace, he never promised anything. What's going on.

He couldn't even control his own emotions, and he didn't have the energy to make excuses with the women in the harem.

They were also afraid of being accidentally injured when they went crazy, so they made a tacit agreement not to interfere with each other.

When there are more people, there are more disputes, not to mention a harem where many people hope to compete for one person's favor.

He should be glad that he didn't have more entanglements with those women, otherwise he would be even worse, right?

Mo Yanzhuo stood in front of him, with a gentle smile on his lips: "Your Majesty, congratulations on your return to the supreme position."

The emperor has issued an edict to abdicate, and Jun Changque has become the new emperor. He is just waiting for the coronation ceremony tomorrow morning.

Jun Changque chuckled lightly: "As you and I wish, but, Regent, I am the emperor now, and I have many people serving me. In what capacity does the Regent plan to serve me?"

Mo Yanzhuo bowed his hands respectfully: "Your Majesty, please show mercy."