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

Has his brain been thrown away?

Mo Yanzhuo pursed his lips, slowly raised his head, looked at Jun Changque's playful and lazy smile, and coughed lightly: "What, I said that Prince Zheng accidentally left it behind, so I put it away and forgot about it. I gave it to Prince Zheng, do you believe it?"

Jun Changque chuckled lightly, stood up and walked to him, holding the carriage's body with his hands, leaning slightly closer to him, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "The regent likes my things so much?"

Clothes, folding fans, daggers, osmanthus wine... everything related to him.

The breath on his body lingered tightly around him as he deliberately came closer, depriving him of his breath inch by inch.

Mo Yanzhuo looked at his charming eyes and couldn't help but look away, but unconsciously landed on his Adam's apple.

His throat was a little dry, and his shrewd mind was in chaos, and he couldn't see the closeness that Jun Changque deliberately showed.

"Huh? Why doesn't the Prince Regent answer?"

Jun Changque raised his eyebrows, "When did the Prince Regent become so timid?"

Mo Yanzhuo's eyes were intoxicated, and he couldn't help it. He pulled the person to his side, pressed him sideways, and said helplessly: "Aque, did you do it on purpose? Can you pretend you didn't see it?"

He had obviously seen this folding fan on his carriage a long time ago, but he didn't say anything about it at the time, waiting to tease him at this moment.

Jun Changque was pressed down by him and had no intention of pushing him away. He looked at Mo Yanzhuo with a calm expression.

The body beneath her was unimaginably soft, and her thin waist and abdomen transmitted scorching heat through her clothes. Mo Yanzhuo looked into his eyes and said nothing.

She moved her fingers and found that they landed on his waist. She was unwilling to move away. After replaying his actions and words in her mind, Mo Yanzhuo felt that she had caught something.

"Aque, are you..." You know what I'm thinking.

"Your Majesty, Yun Liu has news to tell..."

Yun Jue looked at the scene in the carriage in astonishment, and blankly added the last two words, "...Prince."

Anger flashed through Mo Yanzhuo's eyes, and he sat up. The dessert plate on the low couch and the priceless tea cup, which was also Jun Changque's favorite, were all rolled up by his long sleeves, and he moved towards Yun Jue with murderous intent. Fly away.

At the same time, the regent's cold voice followed: "Get out."

Before Yun Jue had time to recover, he was hit by an oncoming object and fell off the carriage. Yun Jue, whose ribs were broken, remembered to hold the set of tea cups in his arms before landing, and then held them tightly fell to the ground.

Watching the carriage drive away.

The scene of the prince pressing down on Prince Zheng still lingers in his mind.

He realized belatedly that he had uncovered some terrible truth with his own eyes: It turned out that the prince had this kind of thoughts towards Prince Zheng. No wonder the prince always liked to pester Prince Zheng and pay attention to everything about Prince Zheng.

Ah ah ah, did he ruin the prince's good deeds?

The prince looked like he was completely dissatisfied with his desires.

Prince Zheng was actually willing to be suppressed by the prince, and he actually didn't beat the prince to death. They must be in love with each other, right?

He didn't think there was anything strange about his prince liking a man. Anyway, as long as the prince was happy, even if Prince Zheng didn't want to, they could send him to his bed.

Yun Jue stood up, grinning and enduring the pain, stood up, patted his clothes, and went after Mo Yanzhuo.

The atmosphere just now was ruined. Mo Yanzhuo thought about it and wanted to ask clearly. Jun Changque stood up, opened the curtain and got out of the carriage.

It turned out that the man driving the carriage had become Jun Changque's secret guard Guiying, and he drove the carriage to the gate of the prince's mansion.

Mo Yanzhuo sighed regretfully: "Your Highness, please rest early."

Jun Changque looked at him, curled his lips slightly, said nothing, turned around and entered the house.