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

The regent looked towards him like this, and now he was the king.

It doesn't matter whether the emperor favors her or not, she can be Prince Zheng's support and help him arrange everything inside and outside so that he can seize the throne without any distractions.

She is confident that she has this ability.

There are too many women in the boudoir, like my elder sister, who only know that their love is confined to the back house.

As long as there is a chance to become King Zheng's woman, even if she is not a princess, she can still make King Zheng care about her through means.

The concern of an opponent in chess is always deeper than the attachment of love.

As soon as Han Xiang'er walked out of the room, the door was slammed shut.

Jun Changque watched Mo Yanzhuo slam the door shut with his inner strength, walked over and stood beside him, with a faint smile on his lips: "Prince Zheng is so lucky, I must be sorry that I kicked that woman out and let Prince Zheng Not being able to be alone in a room with a woman ruins King Zheng’s chance to have a romantic relationship.”

The way he concealed his anger and asked the questions in a calm manner really sounded like someone trying to catch someone raped.

The corners of Jun Changque's lips curled up slightly, and he watched with interest the unfaithful expression on the glorious regent's face.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Yanzhuo was really depressed. He sat down next to him casually, picked up his wine glass, poured himself a glass, took a sip, and frowned slightly: "This kind of wine, Prince Zheng also Can you drink it?"

Pointing at mulberry trees and scolding huai trees.

With a flip of his hand, the wine glass instantly rolled to the ground. His beautiful eyes turned to him and stared at him for a moment: "Why don't you say anything?"

Guilty?

She obviously agreed to let her get close to him and let herself hold on to him, but now she came to drink with other women.

Little liar.

"What did you say?" Jun Changque asked softly, "Why did I come? Why did I let the woman get close? Or do I regret it?"

"Do you regret it?"

Mo Yanzhuo was stunned for a moment and felt his whole body become cold. He laughed self-deprecatingly, "Yes, how can a man be as soft as a woman? How can a man have a child? King Zheng must not regret it."

"In this case, I will not disturb Prince Zheng any more. I will bring that woman back right away. Prince Zheng can continue to have a romantic relationship with her."

He said as he stood up and walked out the door.

Jun Changque's brows twitched, and he raised his hand to grab his sleeves, causing him to stumble. His legs swept across again, and Mo Yanzhuo fell on him.

Afraid of crushing him, Mo Yanzhuo propped himself up on the ground.

Jun Changque glanced at him, raised his hand and grabbed his collar, pulled the man to him, and bit his lip fiercely.

Mo Yanzhuo was stunned for a moment, already in a trance by the sweetness of his initiative. Just when he was about to turn his back on the guests, Jun Changque left.

He moved forward dissatisfied: "Aque..."

"Which girl is as good-looking as the regent? I need a girl?"

Jun Changque raised his chin, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will break your legs, believe it or not?"

I can give you what you can.

He stretched out his hand and pushed his body: "Go away, I am going to see the girl."

Mo Yanzhuo couldn't help but laugh: "Your Highness, don't look at the girl, just look at me."

Jun Changque raised his eyebrows: "That's not possible. The girl has a delicate body, and I am very curious."

Mo Yanzhuo hugged him tightly, burying her head in his neck, smelling the good smell on his body, and couldn't help but kiss his Adam's apple: "There is nothing curious, Your Highness, please stay away from the femme fatale. some."

"How did you know that they are all..." Jun Changque's voice took a turn, "...femme fatales?"

Mo Yanzhuo was even more excited by his suddenly tense body. The kiss gradually fell on the collarbone, and her hands squeezed his waist.

Jun Changque raised his head and closed his reddish eyes. Mo Yanzhuo took a moment to look at his patient look, then leaned forward and kissed his chin.

A low voice reminded: "Your Highness, listen."

Jun Changque had long heard the commotion next door. He knew clearly that the Han family and his daughter were planning an appointment with him today.

Even if Han Moer hadn't disrupted his plan, he wouldn't have fallen into the trap.

Han Xiang'er had taken the love medicine with her, it was very light, as long as the two of them could get closer, it would be fine. After all, the Han family still wanted to be proud, and it was impossible to stage a private meeting between the two in public.

Even if they end up together, it will not be a good thing for Jun Changque and Han Xiang'er's reputation.

But just now she was with Jun Changxiao, the effect of the medicine had evaporated, and she looked at Jun Changxiao as if he was the person she loved deeply.

I didn't notice at all that the effect of the medicine was no longer the same as before.

As the medicine started to take effect a little bit, Han Xiang'er pounced directly on Jun Changxiao and tore his clothes.

Jun Changxiao was disgusted by her half-heartedness, and she brought this kind of medicine with her, presumably to devote herself to Jun Changque.

Jun Changxiao was still willing to touch her, so he directly administered other medicines and called a few people in. He stood in front of the window with his back to Han Xiang'er, listening to what she and those people were doing.

Mo Yanzhuo leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Your Highness, did you see that? That woman came here for Your Highness."

Han Xiang'er suffered the consequences. They had no time to take action and had no intention of lending a helping hand.

It's indeed too much to deal with an innocent girl in this way, but if someone doesn't love themselves, can they stop her?

"I saw it," Jun Changque's voice became hoarse, he took a breath, frowned slightly, pressed his leg against Mo Yanzhuo's belly, and warned, "take your hand away."

"Is this the one your Highness is talking about?" The hand in his robe moved.

"Or this one?" The big palms holding his hands loosened and pressed back again.

"Hmm..." Jun Changque's body softened when he touched his waist, and he let out a pleasant low moan.

"Your Highness's voice is so beautiful." Mo Yanzhuo praised sincerely.

Much more pleasant than the one next door.

The shackled Prince Zheng had a very tough temper: "Not as good as the Regent."

Mo Yanzhuo paused: "How come your Highness still remembers it?"

"Why don't you remember it? That is evidence of the regent's arrogance in front of the king." It was also a reason for his embarrassment.

"What kind of evidence is that?" Mo Yanzhuo chuckled, "If we were in your palace today, I would definitely let His Highness see what evidence is."

Jun Changque stared at him, as if he was talking nonsense.

Mo Yanzhuo asked softly: "Your Highness, will you not be violated?"

Jun Changque frowned, but he really didn't think of going into more details.

Isn’t it okay after touching and kissing them all?

Try someone else...?

He won't kill the man.

Mo Yanzhuo saw what he meant and coaxed: "Your Highness, go back to your home and I will teach you."

Jun Changque didn't know where his objection came from: "The regent is so skilled and has experienced hundreds of battles? Huh?"

He restrained himself from sitting up, stretched out his hand to pull Jun Changque up, and pointedly said: "I don't think I have experienced hundreds of battles, but I have indeed committed many crimes against His Highness and His Majesty in my dreams."

Jun Changque's expression froze: "The Regent is so shameless."