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

After lying there for a while, he carefully moved his body, trying to get up.

When he moved, Mo Yanzhuo's eyelashes twitched and he frowned slightly.

He stopped moving and pushed him, intending to wake him up: "Prince Regent?"

"Huh?" Mo Yanzhuo responded vaguely, without opening his eyes, but moved closer to him.

"...Get up." He woke up with a merciless palm.

Mo Yanzhuo opened his eyes, stared at him with dark eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead: "Why is Your Highness here?"

Jun Changque sneered and said sarcastically: "The Regent is a good drinker."

Mo Yanzhuo paused for a moment, and he hesitated: "Did I bring His Highness in?"

"Why not?"

Jun Changque sat up, resting his long legs casually, and said casually, "The prince's palace in this palace has a spacious and comfortable golden nanmu bed. If I don't lie down, why would I come here to squeeze in with the regent?"

"The bed in the palace is not too small." Mo Yanzhuo subconsciously quibbled. He looked at the places where people could lie down inside and outside, and he became more convinced of his idea.

Jun Changque said confidently: "This palace is too precious to endure hardship."

Imagine his thin waist and fair skin under his underwear.

Your Highness is indeed delicate.

Mo Yanzhuo nodded and agreed with his words: "That's right, I'm sorry, it's because the palace didn't entertain you well. Next time, I'll have someone prepare it for you according to what you have at the prince's palace."

He said it naturally next time, and neither of them felt there was anything inappropriate.

"Well, then I won't care about the regent anymore."

The raised chin reveals a dignity that won't offend anyone, and the corners of the raised eyes sparkle with light.

As proud as a pet that is not allowed to be touched by its owner.

His voice was low: "Thank you for your magnanimity, Your Highness."

Jun Changque got off the bed, picked up his robe and put it on casually, walked barefoot to the window, and raised his hand to push open the closed window coffin.

Mo Yanzhuo thought of how he was sitting in the Imperial Garden without wearing shoes or socks that day during the mutiny.

The black hair is floating behind her, and the long robe hangs down to her ankles. As she moves, her feet are looming, and the blue blood vessels are faintly visible, fragile and cute.

Make him want to hold it in his hands and play with it.

He doesn't like to be restrained, so covering up his body with clothing is unavoidable, but his pair of cloud boots can be put aside.

Is that position also a constraint for him?

Jun Changque didn't realize what he was thinking. He crossed his hands across his chest and looked at the scattered rows of green bamboos in the courtyard. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "The Regent is still interested in learning about the Bagua array?"

The green bamboos and stone pillars in the courtyard look like a maze as a whole.

Why didn't it start last night?

Isn't it open?

Mo Yanzhuo stood up and walked towards the door: "Just give it a try."

He opened the door, and soon someone brought hot water and toiletries.

"Your Highness, come here and wash your face. Let's go out and take a look."

Jun Changque came over, and Mo Yanzhuo handed over the wrung-out handkerchief. He took the handkerchief, wiped his face, walked to the basin and threw the handkerchief into the water.

You can't wipe your face clean like this, you have to wash it off with bath cream.

But outside, you don’t have to pay so much attention.

The only person serving the Prince Regent closely was a boy. The maids were all far away from the courtyard where he lived. The boy's hair-tying skills were as good as those of the eunuchs in the palace.

Their hair was tied up respectively, and his hair crown was also used. The hair was tied up high, showing off the young man's spirit.

Mo Yanzhuo was as serious and deserted as usual, with fluttering white clothes.

He took out the dagger he gave him and whittled a bamboo stick for him: "Want to try breaking the formation?"

Jun Changque glanced at him: "Does the Regent look down on this palace?"

The formations he set up on the battlefield were no worse than these.

Mo Yanzhuo shook his head: "No, I want to see His Highness's heroic appearance. I wonder if I will have this honor?"

"Then let me meet you."

Jun Changque took the bamboo stick and stood in the center of the array. The bamboo array opened and slowly changed.