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

Jun Changque looked at the corners of his moist mouth and choked on his saliva, but felt unusually satisfied.

It's hard not to like being served like that.

Mo Yanzhuo raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his mouth, held his chin and kissed him, groping downwards with his fingers.

Jun Changque grabbed his wrist: "That's enough, that's enough... Come on."

Mo Yanzhuo said softly: "Your Majesty, there is no need to be patient. Whatever you want, you can satisfy Your Majesty tonight."

Jun Changque raised his lips and smiled: "Don't you want to enjoy the dragon robe that you gave me to wear yourself?"

His eyebrows were full of charm, invisibly tempting Mo Yanzhuo, who had long been in love.

Mo Yanzhuo asked: "Your Majesty is up there, okay?"

There were faint moans and gasps in the hall, and the palace servants who were sent to serve outside the palace gate blushed and dared not make a sound.

They had long heard of the relationship between the new emperor and the regent, and this was the first time they had seen such a thing up close.

Now that the two have great power, they dare not disobey anyone.

The sounds inside stopped, it was already midnight.

Listening to the voice of the regent inside, ordering people to prepare water, they quickly went to prepare it.

Mo Yanzhuo first washed Jun Changque and put him into bed, and then went to clean himself up.

There was a charcoal fire burning in the hall, and it was a little cold under the quilt.

Jun Changque listened to the sound of his bathing and said, "It seems to be snowing outside."

Mo Yanzhuo smiled and said: "The auspicious snow heralds a good year. Your Majesty's first year on the throne will definitely be an even more prosperous year."

Jun Changque smiled, said nothing, and held the heater in his hand tightly.

Mo Yanzhuo didn't hear his voice, so he quickly dried the water drops on his body, put on a clean clothes and came over, and saw that Jun Changque had fallen asleep.

I think I was very tired.

When he is in need, His Majesty will bite him twice and he will not be left unsatisfied.

Why do you indulge him so much?

He couldn't bear to give up such a beautiful Majesty to others.

Mo Yanzhuo walked to the door and looked at the white layer of snow on the ground with a gentle expression.

It's a pity that His Majesty fell asleep during the first snowfall the two of them were together.

He looked at it for a moment and then whispered to the palace attendants to prepare some light porridge.

Neither he nor His Majesty had finished their meal, and it was not easy for His Majesty to go hungry and spend half a day in such a cold night.

"Your Majesty, wake up."

Jun Changque felt that he had not slept long before someone woke him up.

He opened his eyes in confusion and saw Mo Yanzhuo sitting on the head of the bed, nuzzling into his arms: "What are you doing? If you don't want to sleep, you still wake me up?"

With a sleepy voice, Mo Yanzhuo lowered his voice: "Aren't you hungry, Your Majesty?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Changque felt his stomach growl twice, and he naturally hugged his waist: "Well, if you don't want to get up, feed me."

"Then you have to sit up. What should you do if you choke?" Mo Yanzhuo said, holding him in her arms and sitting down with all her strength.

The sleepiness disappeared without a trace, and Jun Changque sat up straight: "You are so cold, what did you do?"

"I did nothing, just waiting to feed His Majesty."

He stood up and walked to the brazier, warming his hands. When his body was warmer, he brought over the porridge that the palace servant had put on the table.

The porridge cooked with shredded chicken smells delicious.

Jun Changque is even hungrier.

Mo Yanzhuo took the spoon and fed him spoonful after spoonful.

Jun Changque watched him keep feeding him and said, "You eat too."

Mo Yanzhuo nodded, took a bite, and continued to feed him. The two of them drank the small bowl of porridge. They felt that it was useless, so they asked for another bowl. After eating, they ate some pastries, which was enough.

Jun Changque said: "I can't sleep anymore. Take me to the window. I want to see the snow."

Mo Yanzhuo first found a big cloak and wrapped the person completely in it, then carried him to the window, added charcoal to the hand stove that had just become cold and placed it next to the bed, and held him in his arms.

Only then did he follow him onto the low couch.

Jun Changque lifted up his cloak, let him get in, and raised his hand to open the window.

The snow was thicker than before, and except for the corridor under the eaves, everything was completely white.

So beautiful.

Mo Yanzhuo looked at his profile and said silently in his heart: Your Majesty, let's grow old together.

As if hearing what he was saying, Jun Changque grabbed his hand and held it tightly.

The two sat for half an hour, and Jun Changque curled up in his arms and fell asleep again. Mo Yanzhuo closed the window, hugged him and returned to the bed, and they fell into a deep sleep together contentedly.

Its daybreak.

The snow cleared by the palace people was piled in piles in some corners. Jun Changque, wearing a dragon robe, stood at the entrance of the palace and sighed regretfully.

He also wanted to play in the snow with Mo Yanzhuo.

A cape with a plush collar was draped over him from behind.

"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager will come forward today to put a crown on His Majesty's head, officially indicating that His Majesty has ascended the throne."

Jun Changque tilted his head and asked, "When did you invite her? Didn't you just ask Aunt Anyang to come?"

Mo Yanzhuo said: "The most senior member of the royal family is the Empress Dowager. She is more suitable than Princess Anyang to come forward. Princess Anyang thinks so too."

No matter what unpleasantness you had in the past, there is no need to worry about it now.

Jun Changque was noncommittal: "What conditions does she have?"

Mo Yanzhuo said: "She wanted to take the Supreme Emperor to live in Yangcheng, and asked Your Majesty to treat the remaining princes and princesses well. I agreed on Your Majesty's behalf."

"Well, I have no objection." He was not Jun Changxiao, and he couldn't tolerate two little babies.

It's a pity that Jun Changxuan got involved in the previous incident and was killed by Jun Changxiao, otherwise he would not be afraid of their growth.

In front of Jinluan Palace.

The red carpet was spread out in a long way, and all the courtiers stood on both sides, watching the emperor, wearing a dragon robe, step by step up the stairs in front of the Golden Palace, and stood in front of the table for worshiping the heaven.

"Feast."

As Eunuch Xun sang, Jun Changque picked up three sticks of incense, bowed, inserted the incense sticks, took the tea and wine, and sprinkled them on the ground one by one.

Those who receive orders from heaven will live long and prosperous lives.

"Give."

The Empress Dowager dressed in luxurious clothes and came to Jun Changque. Jun Changque knelt down sideways and lowered his head.

Holding the heavy twelve crowns in her hand, the Empress Dowager said nothing, put the crowns on Jun Changque's head gently and dignifiedly, and stepped aside.

She didn't need to say anything more, she just gave Jun Changque her greatest support.

"bye."

The courtiers knelt down, kowtowed and shouted, "Long live, long live, long live."

Mo Yanzhuo followed suit, staring at him closely.

His Majesty ascended the throne, and he was extremely happy. In this life, he would no longer be the helpless tyrant. He was a benevolent emperor who was sincerely worshiped and respected by the people of the world.

He can live forever.

"rise."

The courtiers stood up.

"Enter."

The courtiers followed the emperor into the Jinluan Palace, and the new emperor ascended the throne. It was the first year of Junqi.

Inherit the excellence of the previous emperor and open up a more splendid and prosperous era.

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The enthronement ceremony is purely fabricated and cannot be used as a reference, let alone as a substitute.