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

There was no concealment of her admiration for them in her tone. Yang Yuchen coughed slightly and said with some embarrassment: "Let's go out and talk."

Qiao Rongrong nodded: "Yes."

The two of them walked out quietly. Only under the illumination of the brazier not far away could Qiao Rongrong see the man in front of her clearly.

As the general of Northern Xinjiang, when he was wearing a suit of armor and riding a horse, he had the fierce killing intent brought by the battlefield, but at this time, he lost his shrewdness and looked a little naive.

Also, is the general who desperately protects them some kind of bad guy?

Qiao Rongrong relaxed and said, "Now that we have found it, I won't disturb the general."

Yang Yuchen said in a hurried tone: "I'm done with my work. It's getting late, and I have to go home. Can I see you off on the way?"

Qiao Rongrong didn't want to delay his affairs, so she nodded: "Then let's go together."

The silhouettes of the two gradually lengthened in the dark night, and the night wind blew on their bodies, bringing a cold feeling. Qiao Rongrong raised her hands unconsciously and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was so cold in northern Xinjiang that her fingertips turned red from the cold.

Yang Yuchen asked with concern: "Miss Qiao, is it cold? You put on my cloak and go home quickly."

He untied his cloak and put it on Qiao Rongrong.

Qiao Rongrong stretched out her hand to grab her cloak, lowered her eyes for a moment, and then looked up with her usual expression: "Thank you, General."

General Yang was naturally warm-tempered and caring about the people. It was not that he was anything special about her, so she didn't need to think too much about it.

Walking to the door of the house in silence, Qiao Rongrong untied the cloak and gave it back to him: "I'm already here. General, please come back quickly. Thank you, General, for the cloak."

Yang Yuchen was a little confused, why was this different from what he imagined?

At this time, if she goes back wearing her cloak and finds an opportunity to return it to him later, wouldn't it strengthen the relationship?

Why is Miss Qiao's behavior different from what they said?

Seeing his hesitation, Qiao Rongrong asked doubtfully: "General?"

Yang Yuchen said "Hey" and quickly reached out to take the cloak: "You should rest early, I'm leaving."

Qiao Rongrong nodded, walked into the house and closed the door.

His Royal Highness Prince Zheng's Northern Territory is really good. She believes that the dynasty will be even better after the prince takes the throne.

I heard that the Yi tribe planned to marry the prince. What were they dreaming about?

The prince will not let Northern Xinjiang become bad.

Qiao Rongrong never had any doubts about King Zheng.

The same goes for the people in northern Xinjiang. They remember him and believe in him just like her.

In the future, there will be more people like them.

It has become quiet here. Far away in the prosperous and prosperous imperial capital, the palace is still drinking and singing and dancing.

In the center of the hall.

The woman was dressed in white gold clothing, which only covered a little bit of the area. Her soft waist, slender arms and slender legs were all exposed. The uniform wheat color modified her figure to give her a different kind of beauty.

The silver bells hanging on her limbs and waist made a sweet and clear sound as she danced. She danced in a certain direction step by step with her bare feet.

The courtiers looked at her like this and looked at each other, with lustful looks flashing in their eyes.

She is worthy of being a princess from a place like the Yi tribe. She dresses like this and dances in front of so many people. Isn't this just trying to seduce people?

If anyone marries her, he will become the biggest joke in the capital.

Some people are born dirty and assume the worst about other people's behavior.

However, even a gentleman like Wen Yuan, who doesn't look at anything inappropriate, can't seriously say that she is very good, she is a very innocent and clean woman.

After all, she had countless guests.

Dance is not the reason for their disgust and contempt.

But just now when she first saw His Royal Highness Prince Zheng and the Prince Regent, her excited eyes were like meeting prey, which made people frown.

It is already their virtue not to follow others with contempt and unbridled insults.

Wen Yuan believed that he was self-sufficient and devoted to his wife, so he could not accept her behavior. In his opinion, it was necessary for men and women to maintain the most basic loyalty to their lover.

But he can say one thing: she is not worthy of His Highness Prince Zheng.

Even if His Highness Prince Zheng has nothing to do with the Prince Regent, His Highness Prince Zheng is worthy of the best person in the world.

Not a woman like Wuqin who doesn't love others and doesn't talk about it, and doesn't love herself.

He lowered his eyes and drank tea without raising his head to glance at Wuqin in the field.

Wuqin had moved in front of Jun Changque, and the ribbon on her wrist was flung in front of Jun Changque, almost brushing his arm several times.

Hearing the jealous or gloating voices of the courtiers, he glanced at the regent.

The man stared at the wine cup in his hand expressionlessly. Wen Yuan had no doubt that if she touched His Highness Prince Zheng, the wine cup would fly on him.

A charming voice sounded: "Your Highness, Prince Zheng, do you think my dance is beautiful?"

Jun Changque did not raise his head at all. He held his head and tilted it toward Mo Yanzhuo, thinking in his mind what Mo Yanzhuo was thinking at the moment.

Seeing him sitting there in a daze, with no eyes on her, Wuqin gritted his teeth, feeling that his self-esteem was a little insulted.

She took a few steps closer, wanting to throw the ribbon in his face and let him look at her.

The ribbon passed in front of Jun Changque's eyes and suddenly broke into several pieces. Jun Changque's internal force shattered her. Her center of gravity was unstable and she fell to the ground.

He stared at the ground beside her: "I am warning you, it is best not to touch me with any part of your body, otherwise your limbs will be broken next time."

"Why?" Wuqin was not convinced, she gritted her teeth and stood up, "Your Majesty doesn't even dare to look at me, isn't it because he feels guilty? He must be afraid that he will be tempted after seeing me?"

As she said that, she felt that what she said made sense. There was a hint of charm in her dance. She was very confident only for her, but it did not prevent her from using a little strategy.

As long as he looks at himself, he doesn't believe that he won't be tempted.

Because of this accident, the hall fell silent for a moment. No one expected that King Zheng would be so disrespectful and would rather use martial arts to drive away the opponent than even look at this woman.

Wu Shang looked at the result, put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at the emperor, and asked politely: "What does your dynasty mean? We sincerely seek peace, but your dynasty allows King Zheng to insult our princess of the Yi tribe?"

The emperor was dissatisfied with his questioning, with contempt flashing in his eyes. He looked at Jun Changque and said softly: "Prince Zheng, this is a state banquet. Be careful and don't go too far, otherwise outsiders will think we don't know etiquette."

Jun Changxiao smiled and said: "The third brother has never been close to women. I think it's because the princess's country is so beautiful and fragrant. It's okay for the third brother not to know what to do. The princess doesn't have to be angry."

Jun Changque was squeezed by the two singing and singing. He didn't even move his eyes, and he didn't mean to give face. He said quietly: "Don't waste your efforts, I like Bai."

Wuqin didn't understand for a moment: "What?"