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

He looked at him indifferently for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, he patiently softened his voice and said, "Asu, come back with me."

Sure enough, when he heard the name, Mo Yanzhuo nodded with satisfaction: "Yes."

Jun Changque: "..."

A breath of depression almost didn't escape.

I don’t know where his persistence comes from.

Mo Yanzhuo, who was pulled by him, was very obedient. When he walked out of the restaurant, he saw the carriage of the Prince Regent's Palace waiting there. He breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to leave the person to the people in his palace.

Jun Changque frowned and said, "Your master is drunk, take him back."

Yun Jue nodded: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Yun Jue, who looked cold on the outside, was confused in his heart. The prince had a poor drinking capacity, so he never drank too much in front of outsiders, and no one dared to persuade him to drink.

Why are you drunk today?

Moreover, the drunken prince disowns his relatives and is full of murderous intent towards anyone who comes near him. How can he be held hostage by His Highness the Third?

Apparently, it was the prince himself who took the initiative to pester His Highness.

Is the prince so gentle to his friends?

But His Highness the Third Prince didn't seem to be that kind to the prince, and looked like he wanted to beat him to death.

He hurriedly stepped forward to take the person over, but when he received Mo Yanzhuo's cold look, he stood on the spot instantly.

"What about that?" Yun Jue swallowed, "It seems that His Highness the Third Prince's carriage has not arrived. Let's take the Prince's carriage first."

If he dared not to keep His Highness, he had no doubt that the prince would kill him.

His carriage did not arrive, and he was a little sleepy and didn't want to wait.

Jun Changque thought of this and nodded: "Thank you."

Hearing his promise, Mo Yanzhuo's eyes brightened a little, and he took the initiative to pull Jun Changque to the carriage with some joy.

He had ridden in Mo Yanzhuo's carriage several times. He was a little uncomfortable at first, but now it felt more comfortable than his own carriage, which seemed to have been specially modified.

Did Mo Yanzhuo ride in his own carriage and felt it was inferior to his own, so he specially ordered someone to modify it?

He relaxed his body according to his own habit, leaned against the carriage, and wanted to straighten his clothes, but found that his hand was being held by him.

He wanted to take his hand back and twitched hard, but when he couldn't pull it out, he frowned and said, "Let go."

Mo Yanzhuo shook his head: "Don't let go."

His hands felt more comfortable than his own.

As confident as his own hands.

Jun Changque sighed and looked at the decorations in the carriage out of sight and out of mind.

He was stunned for a moment when he accidentally saw the contents of the slightly opened drawer.

Mo Yanzhuo felt uncomfortable sitting down, so he moved, untied his cloak, and threw it out casually, just covering the drawer.

Jun Changque sat down and was too lazy to move. Mo Yanzhuo held his hand and moved around, not knowing why.

He turned his head and stared at the position between the two of them, and moved his position bit by bit, getting closer and closer to him.

Until the two people's arms were close together, and the hands they were holding were hidden in his wide sleeves.

He bent his eyes as if he were hiding a treasure.

Thinking that he had finally calmed down, he squeezed his fingers again: "Aque, I wrote you many letters, why don't you reply to me?"

"In the past three years, you have written replies to many people, but you have never replied to me."

"And you brought things to many people. The man and woman in the palace, as well as the men outside the palace, also gave them to me, but it was by the way."

He said, looking at him like a heartless man.

Jun Changque thought of the pile of letters, the letters from Beijing to Northern Xinjiang, only his ones contained concern.

He would share with him interesting stories about which ministers, who he would complain about being stupid, tell him about the sceneries of blooming flowers and fallen leaves, and mention things in northern Xinjiang...

He only read each letter once, but he could clearly remember its contents.

Then, by some strange coincidence, when he was delivering something to Qin Xuan and the others, he gave him a copy.