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

It was precisely because of his rare kindness that he almost kicked Mo Yanzhuo down.

Still can't give face, still need to be ruthless.

When he was pressed on the waist and bullied, he seemed to beg for mercy.

Hehe, who is he? How could he cry?

When he came over again, Jun Changque said in a hoarse voice: "Don't touch me."

What a beast.

Mo Yanzhuo kissed his earlobe and whispered: "Your Highness, I love you."

Jun Changque paused, and was reassured without any bottom line.

Mo Yanzhuo smiled lowly: "I told His Highness a long time ago that I really took Chinese medicine and I haven't finished the treatment yet."

Jun Changque squeezed his arm hard with his fingertips: "I don't want it anymore, you get off."

Mo Yanzhuo said patiently: "Your Highness, if you bear with me, you will be fine soon."

"No." He heard it a hundred times!

Mo Yanzhuo coaxed softly: "Aque, just call me and I'll leave. How about that?"

Jun Changque bit his lip: "Well... Mo Yanzhuo, Ah Su, I'm so tired, I hurt."

"Your Highness, you are teasing me."

Who can endure His Highness's tearful begging for mercy?

Jun Changque whimpered: I knew you damn lied to me again.

The wrist where he wore the prayer beads was covered with purple marks, and his fingers gripped the quilt tightly until his fingertips turned white.

No matter how much she tried to coax him, she didn't say anything. Mo Yanzhuo kissed the tears at the corner of his eyes: "It's really better this time."

His Highness is delicate by nature, and when someone cares and loves him, all the coldness and indifference disappear, gradually showing a softness that no one has ever seen before.

All the disappointment and pain, the torture of loneliness, the hurt of betrayal, only made him restrain all his emotions, seemingly without desires and desires, and not caring about anything.

In fact, my heart is very eager to have those things that I can't get.

Yun Cong said that His Highness had a deep depression that he didn't even know he had in his heart that needed to be released. He could accompany him and let the shackles in his heart slowly melt away, but how could there be as much pleasure as crying?

He leaned over and called out: "Your Highness."

Jun Changque's eyelashes twitched, and he frowned and moved inside.

Mo Yanzhuo looked at the marks all over his body with some distress: "I won't do anything. I'll take your Highness to take a bath."

Jun Changque opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes were a little swollen, looked at Mo Yanzhuo's gentle expression, and nodded.

Now he could completely rely on Mo Yanzhuo, and his inner fear was supported.

Surrender all your body and mind to him.

He had determined that Mo Yanzhuo's feelings for him were not guilt or gratitude, but the affection he expected to receive.

In this way, there is nothing to guard against.

Mo Yanzhuo carried him to the bathtub, cleaned him up carefully, and then took him back to the bed.

Jun Changque narrowed his eyes and called softly: "Mo Yanzhuo."

Mo Yanzhuo leaned over and responded softly: "Well, I'm here."

From now on, he will always be behind His Highness.

Just call him and you will get a response.

His voice was calm: "Mo Yanzhuo, I used to think that she treated me badly because she missed that person and went crazy with jealousy and resentment, so she blamed me for her obsession that she couldn't get anything."

"Then I also went crazy. I thought I was born with her blood, so I would be as disgusting as her."

Mo Yanzhuo knew that he was talking about Concubine Shu, and patiently comforted him: "No, Ah Que is a wise and powerful man. He is not good in the eyes of the world, and he has not put them in dire straits, nor has he shaken the stability of the border. Ah Que is still alive." The disease still allows them to live well, which is already very serious.”

Jun Changque raised his eyes, his eyes slightly red: "She was also kind to me."

Otherwise, he wouldn't let her hurt him again and again. He wanted to see when she could have a trace of warmth for him again.

Unwilling to do so, she treats outsiders better than her own son.

Later, I vaguely guessed something, and I persistently wanted to find out if she had raised him for many years. Did she care at all?

"Aque, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. We don't miss her. She forced you like this in her previous life. She tried to make you completely obedient to her by treating you a little bit well, and even used death to stimulate your illness. You don't owe her anything. Whatever she does, he owes you from the beginning to the end."

Mo Yanzhuo hugged his back and comforted him gently.

"Yeah, I don't owe her anything, so what does she have to do with me?"

After he was reborn, he gave her another chance. He didn't show up in the court, maybe he was just an ordinary prince quietly, and she didn't show mercy to him.

Jun Changque smiled softly: "You don't have to worry about me, I don't care anymore."

Mo Yanzhuo smiled softly: "Okay, Ah Que is the best."

Jun Changque's consciousness gradually blurred, and he murmured: "Don't treat me like a child."

Mo Yanzhuo pulled the quilt over him and kissed his forehead: "Your Highness is my most precious treasure."

Perhaps it was because he was tired, or because he trusted the people around him wholeheartedly, or because the knot in his heart had been resolved, he slept extremely peacefully.

Even with the assassin by his side, he could probably sleep peacefully.

In the future, someone will prepare for him in case of crisis.

At dawn, he slowly opened his eyes and saw Mo Yanzhuo sitting next to him, holding a letter in his hand and looking attentively.

Seeing him waking up, she hugged him tightly and said in a joyful tone, "Your Highness, I am very happy."

During those three years, I didn't just want to communicate and share everything with him. He also clearly remembered me.

"This is the greatest gift I've ever received," he said.

Jun Changque looked at him offering the treasure and felt tender in his heart.

"Okay, put it away after you read it." She was embarrassed.

Mo Yanzhuo shook his head: "This is the response His Highness gave me. How can I put it away? I want to keep it with me every day and read it every day."

Jun Changque raised his hand and tapped his forehead: "Please wake up, this is paper, not jade. If you put it on your body accidentally, it will break."

Mo Yanzhuo thought for a moment: "Yes, then just frame them all and put them in the study."

This way it won't break easily.

"...It's up to you." He was not the only one who was ashamed.

He raised his hand and looked at the beads on his wrist carefully. The ten beads did not seem to represent the ten good karma, but were strung together one by one.

Engraved on it are the ten words: joy, blessing, prosperity, peace, harmony, blessing, joy, longevity, convergence and Hong, which are his sincere blessings to himself.

Jun Changque rubbed the handwriting and asked, "Did you carve these words on them?"

Mo Yanzhuo nodded: "Yes."

What someone else wrote is so insincere.

Even the highly respected monk from Huguo Temple could only consecrate Buddhist beads and recite sutras and bless them.

He did not mention that he had knelt down and knelt for forty-nine days from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain to get the beads. He prayed for blessings every seven days and got one. In this way for forty-nine days, he got seven, and prayed for three more to be fulfilled.

He asked for ten of the one hundred and eight beads that the great monk had inherited from his deceased master.

But he also found a relic for the great monk and gave him a Buddha head that he had worshiped with incense for many years.