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

He completely forgot that he was still in the water and took a few sips of water before the two of them landed safely.

Afraid of being seen by him accidentally showing some emotion, Mo Yanzhuo didn't dare to look at him, let alone bring up any topic easily.

It wasn't until he felt that Jun Changque had been silent for a long time that he looked up and saw him in a daze that he asked.

Thinking of the flashing scene before, Jun Changque shook his head and did not elaborate on it: "It's nothing."

Hearing this, Mo Yanzhuo was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "It turns out that His Highness still doesn't want to trust me."

Jun Changque bent one leg and asked in a casual manner: "What does the Prince Regent want to know?"

Mo Yanzhuo didn't answer, but said abruptly: "Asu, my nickname."

"Ok?"

"Since we are friends, Your Highness, please don't be so estranged from me. Just call me Ah Su." His deep eyes looked at him intently, stubbornly trying to make others obey his wishes.

He said, "I told only one person, Your Highness."

Jun Changque looked at him. The regent, who was calm and calm in any situation and showed no trace of embarrassment, seemed to have no desire or desire.

He couldn't imagine him looking any other way to a person.

See it now.

The tone sounded tough, but in fact it was a prayer, hoping to get his favor.

Jun Changque lowered his eyes, threw a handful of weeds into the fire, and said slowly.

"I went to Princess Anyang's Mansion earlier, and Prince Consort Jiang asked me to help him find his missing son. One of the people who was chasing us just now is somewhat familiar to me."

Only then was he a step too slow, and the assassin caught the flaw and knocked him off the cliff.

Mo Yanzhuo was a little annoyed when he didn't get the results he wanted. He suppressed the depression in his heart and asked in a gentle tone: "A'que knows who is working under those people?"

Jun Changque paused for a moment. Unlike Qin Xuan's familiarity, when Mo Yanzhuo called him like this, his low voice was gentle, intimate and gentle.

Looking at his expression, it was very natural and had no other meaning.

"I don't know, so I asked Gui Ying to release Dong Chao and those people, and let them find the person behind it."

Thinking that he didn't know what he and Jiang Yihan were talking about, he added, "There are people in Beijing who are treasonous and sell the women and children of the dynasty to the bandits in Northern Xinjiang. I came back from Northern Xinjiang to investigate this matter. "

Mo Yanzhuo's mind was not on business. Instead, he asked in a questioning tone: "What happens after the investigation is found out? Will Aque continue to return to Northern Xinjiang?"

Is there no one in the capital worthy of letting him stay?

Jun Changque was a little displeased by his questioning and sarcastically asked, "What does it matter whether you return or not?"

Mo Yanzhuo stood up, walked to him and knelt down half-kneeling beside him. She held his wrist with one hand, stared at him tightly, and asked word by word: "Is your highness serious about having no worries?"

Doesn't the friendship he insists on make His Highness hesitate?

Jun Changque narrowed his eyes and opened his lips: "This palace will remember the regent."

He glanced down, his eyes fell on his waist, and said jokingly, "It's late at night and the regent is a little angry."

Mo Yanzhuo stiffened, let go of his wrist, and his aura instantly dissipated. He pursed his lips gently: "I have lived for twenty-four years and have never had a woman. It is normal for me to be angry."

Jun Changque raised his eyebrows, and that meaningful smile made Mo Yanzhuo wish he could...

His whole body seemed to be even hotter, and Mo Yanzhuo quickly stepped aside, trying to calm down the increasingly excessive erotic scenes in his mind.

"In the wilderness, the regent will be patient. When he returns to the capital, I will help the regent find some girls to calm the fire. How about that?"

"Shut up." Mo Yanzhuo frowned and glared at him fiercely.

Sooner or later, he would have to teach His Highness a lesson for being so stubborn that he deserved a beating.

The crimson lips are bright and should be as soft and sweet as flower petals.

Jun Changque did not stimulate him any more, found a comfortable position, leaned against the stone and closed his eyes.

After a long time, even breathing sounded. Mo Yanzhuo took the dried robe and covered him with it. He lowered his eyes and stared at his face without blinking for a moment.

His eyes gradually went down and fell on the other party's slightly parted lips. He hesitated for a moment and leaned down.

It was obvious that he was attacking the other party secretly, but when he got close to the source of warmth, he suddenly froze, and all his senses were focused on the soft touch on his lips.

Feeling dizzy, he left suddenly and took a deep breath, only to realize that he was not breathing at all.

After their separation three years ago, he waited day after day for Jun Changque's return, hoping to repay the kindness from his previous life.

The long-term longing became more and more profound, and the longing turned into a charming dream, and then I realized that I was interested in this person.

"Your Highness," the hoarse voice sighed, "Can you also pay attention to me?"

The whispers blended into the air, barely audible.

After daybreak, both of their secret guards came and walked out of this place.

There were still three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they had already arrived not far from the capital.

Mo Yanzhuo had been acting strangely these past few days. He would stare at Jun Changque and then quickly look away.

When Jun Changque didn't talk, he wouldn't find a topic to talk about.

The two of them returned to Beijing in silence.

Mo Yanzhuo felt guilty as a thief, fearing that Jun Changque would show disgust when he found out that he had offended him.

I also find that if I don’t speak, the other person will not take the initiative to pay attention to me, which makes me feel bored and fighting with myself in my heart.

Therefore, although the two of them walked together closely, there was an invisible awkwardness.

Turning his head to look at Jun Changque, Mo Yanzhuo sighed softly.

It was because he had other thoughts and wanted to get more from His Highness that he felt that Your Highness was too alienated from him. Why was he angry?

Did he still expect His Highness to come and say something nice to him?

Mo Yanzhuo asked: "We are about to arrive in the capital. The person in the palace may not act according to the previous plan. Has His Highness figured out how to deal with it?"

"With the help of the regent, what do we fear?" Jun Changque immediately stepped forward and looked at him lazily curling his lips.

Mo Yanzhuo turned over and dismounted, stood on the ground and looked up at him, with a pious tone: "Yes, as long as I am here, I will not let His Highness be insulted."

His figure was in the dark eyes.

Jun Changque paused, raised his finger, tapped his forehead lightly, and gave a short laugh.

The warm feeling on his forehead was instantaneous. Mo Yanzhuo didn't know what it meant, and his eyes looked confused.

"I want to see if Asu was taken away from me. Why did he treat me like this..." Humble.

The last two words were not spoken, and Mo Yanzhuo understood what he meant.

The title he had been asking for for so many days finally came out of his mouth. Mo Yanzhuo's heart beat faster: "Has your Highness noticed?"

He felt that the smile on Jun Changque's lips was very warm as he called him carelessly.

Jun Changque did not answer, but pulled the reins. The horse turned its back to him, and then turned to look at him.

"Go back to Beijing."