Rebirth: Sick Jiao Regent is a clinging spirit every day

"Forgive me, my lord. We just feel that if you offend His Majesty because of an irrelevant person, it will be really bad for you."

Several people clutched their chests and knelt on the ground. Everyone had blood on their mouths. Those who were hit by the blow just now suffered serious internal injuries.

Their lord's strength is really strong, and they can't take his move at all.

Uncle Li stood aside earnestly and dissuaded him, "Your Majesty, they are just afraid that you will get into trouble. You are too sharp now, and His Majesty has long been wary of you."

Jun Qingyu stood under the moon with one hand behind his back, his back was lonely.

"All of you get out, don't appear in front of this king in the future, or..."

With a light wave of Jun Qingyu's palm, the water in front of him exploded into waves!

"This is what will happen to you! This king will not give you a second chance."

"Yes!"

Several people spoke in unison, and the loud voice spread throughout the night sky.

It's because they are too timid, no wonder others, if the prince doesn't want them, where else can they go?

Jun Qingyu turned around with a very serious face, "He is not an irrelevant person, he is my king's life!"

Those who dare to touch him, Song Mang...

The aura around Jun Qingyu dropped to freezing point, and a layer of frost surrounded him, and the black figure disappeared in this world in an instant.

Uncle Li sighed helplessly, that His Royal Highness is really important to their prince.

My lord, are you going to be stumbled again...

palace...

Decorate with lights...

Although many concubines didn't like Mu Chengyan, they still hung the palace with red silk.

This is the order of their Majesty, and no one dares to violate it.

Song Jinxuan wandered around the palace in a hurry.

What to do, what to do, the beauty actually married her father...

Father is so old, how can he be worthy of a great beauty?

He should come!

Hall of Mental Cultivation...

The lights are bright, and two dragon and phoenix candles illuminate the room brightly.

Song Mang took off his coat and looked at the people next to him, his excitement beyond words.

A pair of rough hands held his jade hands in them.

"Concubine Mu, don't worry, I will love you very much and will not let you suffer any grievances. I have already withdrawn my troops. From now on, Yuan Qiguo will be a friendly country of Song Dynasty."

After spending so much effort, I finally got the man married.

At first sight, he fell in love with Concubine Mu.

Song Meng couldn't wait to touch his hand, why did he feel... something wrong with his hand.

Concubine Mu has fine skin and tender flesh, and this person's hands are a bit rough.

Song Meng gently raised the hijab on his head, and a magnified face appeared in front of him.

Sloppy, dusty face, unspeakably ugly, hair, not washed for a long time, clumpy!

Song Meng took two steps back and asked sharply, "Who are you!"

The man seemed a little delirious, his eyes glowed red, he took Song Mang's hand and threw him on the bed.

"Bold, do you know who I am?"

Song Mang's hand was injured and he couldn't use any strength.

Especially the left hand, the right hand was also bitten by Mu Chengyan's raised spirit beast.

He was dizzy for a while, and he seemed to have some abnormalities in his body.

Even though he was injured, it wasn't that he couldn't use any spiritual power.

Song Meng was restrained in an instant. The man grabbed both hands and put them on top of his head. His tall body was pressed down...

"Come on, help me!"

Song Mang made a weak voice...

He forgot that he was afraid of Mu Chengyan's shyness, so he didn't dare to scream, so he sent all the guards and maids around to other places.

In the end, he couldn't say a word, he could only open his lips, and tightly grasped the cold wall with both hands.

Looking at the faint light inside, Song Jinxuan was so distressed that he bled, the beauty...

He squatted on the ground, scratching his head in pain, unable to accept this fact.

In the end, he fled the scene like crazy.

In the end, Song Meng was thrown on the bed like a puddle of water, with pain on his old face and red bloodstains on his fingers.

Whoever comes to save him, whoever comes to save him, he will die...

"Ha ha……"

There was a gloomy low laugh, a man dressed in black came through the air, and opened the door with a "snap".

Song Meng opened his eyes with difficulty. The man was dressed in black, standing on the ground, like a proud king!

Song Meng climbed out of bed and reached out to him, as if seeing his savior.

"Qingyu...Qingyu is here..."

Sure enough, he didn't hurt Qingyu in vain... At this time, he was the one who came to save him.

Jun Qingyu looked at the poor thing on the ground, his dark eyes were full of sarcasm, with such a dirty look, how dare he miss him?

"Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

Jun Qingyu sat obliquely on a chair beside her, with one leg bent, and the corners of her eyes raised slightly.

"Qingyu, someone wants to harm me, someone wants to harm me, and transferred my concubine Mu, you must find him back."

Song Meng is still thinking about Mu Chengyan at this time, and she also really loves him.

The corner of Jun Qingyu's mouth curled into a hint of sarcasm, he raised his foot, and stomped on his hand fiercely!

Song Mang let out a scream, and felt numbness in his hand, which hurt even more than before!

He shook his head in shock, "Qingyu...Qingyu...what's wrong with you, it's me."

Jun Qingyu withdrew his feet, a trace of impatience crossed his brows.

"I've been pretending for so many years, today I don't want to pretend anymore, Song Mang, even my people dare to move, you are quite courageous."

"Your... Mu..."

Before Song Meng finished speaking, his mouth was sealed.

"That's my future princess, don't use your mouth to say those two words."

"Let me live well, you will be of great use in the future, you can't die so early."

Jun Qingyu stood up and took out a porcelain bottle from his cuff, "Come on, Your Majesty, drink it."

There was despair in Song Meng's eyes, and he couldn't make a sound.

madman!

Jun Qingyu is crazy...

Who will save him, who will save him!

With madness in Jun Qingyu's eyes, he held Song Mang's chin and poured a bottle of medicine into his mouth.

"Live well."

Song Meng drank the medicine, his eyes went dark, and he lay on the ground without any consciousness.

Jun Qingyu took out the medicine powder in his hand and sprinkled it on the sleeping beggar on the bed.

The whole person disappeared into the air bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The majestic emperor of the Song Dynasty fought on the battlefield for decades, but in the end he was defiled by a beggar.

Jun Qingyu laughed lightly, this is the price for the person who moved him.

He will never let anyone go...

Palace...

peace...

Mu Chengyan was lying on the bed, not sleeping soundly, with sweat protruding from his forehead, as if he had some nightmare.

Finally, she found a warm embrace next to her, and her frail body leaned against it.

So warm, like a stove.

Mu Chengyan rubbed against the warm stove and found a comfortable position.

"It turns out that my brother is still a little clingy."

Jun Qingyu hugged the weak person in his arms, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be suppressed. It was because he took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, so he couldn't be blamed.

He raised his hand and threw his obtrusive clothes on the ground, leaned over and tossed and turned on his crimson lips...

Mu Chengyan may not know it yet, but the innocence he kept for so many years is gone long ago!