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

"Since I can't stop you from trying to seize His Majesty's throne, then I'll take the first step and renew the relationship between monarch and minister on Huangquan Road."

The young chief minister decisively fell down from the high city wall on his back.

Use his blood to witness his regret in the future.

Something is tumbling in my heart. If the lava bursts out, is it because I am jealous that someone can always trust Jun Changque?

Or is he regretting that he didn't carefully verify Jun Changque's behavior?

He closed his eyes slightly, suppressed his emotions, turned his head and asked, "What do you think of that young master just now?"

Jun Changque, whose name was called again, had a pale look on his face: "A virtuous husband and loving father?"

The four words caught Mo Yanzhuo off guard, and he couldn't help but smile: "That's not bad."

Then he asked, "What kind of person does Ah Que like?"

Nervous emotions flashed in his eyes, and he was waiting for his answer in a panic.

The two happened to pass by a musical instrument stall. Jun Changque picked up a flute and looked at it carefully.

"This young man has good taste. This is made of the finest purple bamboo. It keeps the pitch accurate and the sound crisp."

Jun Changque nodded and handed the thing to him: "Take a look."

Before waiting for the answer, Mo Yanzhuo breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little regretful.

I'm thinking about finding an opportunity to ask again later.

He took the flute, looked at it casually, and asked, "Can I try it?"

The stall owner was very generous: "Hey, sir, please help me."

Mo Yanzhuo put the flute to his lips, and placed his knuckled fingers on the hole. He fiddled with it flexibly, tried a few tunes, took the flute away, wiped the place he touched with his sleeves, and spit out two words. : "Alright."

Of the last two holes, one is a bit too big, and the other one should have been scratched and cracked inside.

It's enough for entertainment, and those who really know the flute will definitely notice it.

Besides, it's hard to say anything bad in front of other stall owners.

Just as he was about to put the flute back, he paused when he saw the interest in Jun Changque's eyes and put the flute to his lips again.

If Your Highness wants to hear it, you must be satisfied.

The melodious sound of the flute came out, causing people nearby to stop and look for the person playing the flute.

In front of the tall lantern stand behind him, a handsome man in white clothes lowered his eyes and played the flute. The breeze blew up his robe, as if he was banished to an immortal.

In front of him was another man wearing a black brocade robe. He had a stunning appearance, and his indifferent eyes fell on the flute player, shining brightly.

In the busy city, there was an invisible atmosphere between the two, and there was a shadow around them, as if no one could get in.

After the last note fell, Mo Yanzhuo raised her eyes to look at him, with stars in her eyes: "What do you think of Ah Que?"

The attitude of asking for praise is really overwhelming.

Jun Changque narrowed his eyes and said firmly, "Yeah, it sounds good."

This flute is really not worthy of his talent.

He didn't say anything, but the stall owner praised loudly: "Good, good, good, young master, you are very capable. This flute is really not worthy of him."

Mo Yanzhuo touched the money bag on his body: "Thank you. Since I have used this flute, we bought it. How much does it cost?"

"No, no, no, I have listened to such a beautiful piece of music thanks to you, why do I need more money?"

The two pushed each other away. Jun Changque placed a piece of broken silver on the stall and left first: "Let's go."

"Hey, I told you not to..." the stall owner said helplessly. Thinking of the two people's low-key yet dignified appearance, he put away the money.

"Brother Immortal."

There was a sound of joy among the crowd.

"They are indeed quite immortal, sir. Were they the ones Ji'er bumped into just now?"

"Ah."

"Does your husband know who they are?" The woman's voice was amazing.

"What do you care about other people? Just look at me."

"Tsk, you're so annoying."

Two encounters, again staggered.