Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

He stretched out his hand and pinched her soft waist: "I didn't expect that you would have such thoughts. Didn't you put your whole heart on him before?

How come it changes now?"

Yang Rongxin wrapped her arms around Jun Minrong's neck, buried her face in his chest, lowered her eyes, and the disgust in her eyes was unspoken, but her voice was still sweet: "Your Highness King Jing said that it was in the past, Xin'er was ignorant.

I am now His Royal Highness Prince Jing’s man, so naturally I have to think more about His Royal Highness Prince Jing.”

Yang Rongxin's words completely pleased Jun Minrong. He turned over and pinned her down: "Then tell me, Xin'er, how should I kill Jun Minhuai?"

The dimples on Yang Rongxin's face deepened. She raised her head and whispered a few words into Jun Minrong's ear.

Then Jun Minrong smiled evilly: "Okay, Xin'er is smart, this plan kills two birds with one stone."

Yang Rongxin reached out and stroked Jun Minrong's cheek, her innocent face full of infatuation: "In fact, Xin'er has always had His Royal Highness Prince Jing in her heart. When His Royal Highness Prince Jing ascends to the supreme position, he must not forget Xin'er."

"Of course, as long as you obey me and help me take that position, you will be the queen in the future."

Yang Rongxin smiled sweetly.

When the two were in love, a very small insect crawled onto Jun Minrong's cheek, and then quickly crawled into his cochlea.

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It was still snowing heavily in Dong Zhou. Although it had been snowing non-stop in Dong Zhou, it seemed to be snowing particularly heavily in the past few days.

When people step on the snow, they sink deeply into it.

The people were hiding in their houses, and would not go out unless it was something important, for fear of freezing themselves.

It was only a few days away, and in previous years, even if it snowed, the streets were still very busy.

But the Queen's funeral and the snowstorm left only a cold and desolate atmosphere, and there was no sense of the excitement that should have been felt at the end of the year.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the queen's coffin was placed at the top, and rows of monks sat around it.

The monks beat wooden fish and chanted Buddhist scriptures in unison.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony is so large that it can accommodate thousands of people.

Tomorrow the Queen's funeral will be held, so according to the Eastern Zhou custom, all civil and military officials and their families must enter the palace in white clothes and white belts, kneel and keep vigil.

So when Yang Susu arrived with Old Madam Yang, a large group of people were already kneeling in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

There was a kneeling mat on the ground. Yang Susu helped Old Madam Yang kneel down first, and then she knelt beside him.

Looking up, I saw Jun Yichen kneeling in white at the front.

Next to him is Jun Zeyuan, and behind him is Jun Minrong.

And Jun Minhuai is sitting in a wheelchair.

I heard that an assassin had entered the palace and broke eight of Prince Duan's ribs while he was sleeping, but luckily he didn't die.

At this point, His Royal Highness Prince Duan had been lying in bed in pain for a day, but the Queen had a major funeral and the funeral would be held the next day, so he could only sit in a wheelchair and keep vigil for the Queen, bearing the pain.

God knows how much he wanted to kill Jun Yichen when he knew that he would come to rescue Yang Susu and hurt him.

But as it happens, Jun Zeyuan, the little bastard, not only did not drink the poison, but also woke up and killed the commander of the Imperial Guard, Guo Biao.

Although the current Imperial Guards Commander, Vice General Jin, also listens to him, he is still not as comfortable as Guo Biao.

He closed his eyes and pondered how to get rid of these two people.

Apart from these two, no one can stop him.

"Cough cough cough-"

Jun Yichen held his chin and coughed slightly. In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, there were not only the sounds of chanting and wooden fish, but also his occasional coughs.