Rebirth: Sick Jiao Regent is a clinging spirit every day

Yuan Qiguo, in the 28th year of the Yuan calendar, the two armies of Yuan Qiguo and Song Dynasty fought, and blood flowed like rivers.

The sky was full of fog and drizzling, as if weeping for these dead soldiers.

Yuan Qiguo was beaten and retreated, and finally the enemy invaded the palace, and the killing was so dark that the palace of Nuoda was filled with the smell of blood.

Above the city tower, a white figure leaned against the cold stone wall, three thousand black hairs fell to the ground, and a blood hole in the chest stained the white robe red.

The man wore a black gold robe and stuck it to his body, with bloodshot eyes, killing like crazy, within a radius of [-] meters, he killed everyone, no matter friend or foe!

"The regent is crazy, run away..."

Before the man finished speaking, a sharp knife pierced his heart.

Jun Qingyu stepped onto Yuan Qiguo's palace, and hugged Mu Chengyan, who was dressed in white, from the top of the tower, his eyes were red.

"Brother... I'm late..."

He opened his mouth, his lips were pale and trembling.

He raised his hand to wipe off the dirt on Mu Chengyan's face, his brother loves beauty the most.

Everyone could clearly see that on the steps, the Regent, who was decisive in killing, distinguished in status, and never shed a single tear, was crying like a child at this moment.

The next day, the weak emperor of the Song Kingdom died suddenly, and his nine sons seized the throne, and the Song Kingdom fell into endless darkness.

Jun Qingyu stood on the tower, indifferently watching the people fighting in the palace.

Mu Chengyan was placed on a soft chaise longue, dressed in white clothes that were more snowy, his desolate face was fair and delicate, his lips were blushing, the only regret was that his eyes were closed.

"Brother, Qingyu... took revenge for you..."

A tear from Jun Qingyu's eyes fell on Mu Chengyan's snow-white robe, causing ripples.

After struggling in hell for more than ten years, after all, he couldn't keep the person he loved the most.

If he could do it all over again, he would definitely find his brother earlier, come to him, and never leave him...

Three days later, a new tomb was erected in a quiet place in the suburbs.

Brother, hell is too cold, I'm here to find you.

Mu Chengyan, who was held in Jun Qingyu's arms, was buried in the ground for a long time.

The old man was dressed in a white robe, and quickly shuttled through the mountains and forests, and stopped in front of their graves...

Yuan Qiguo, one of the nine great powers in the mainland of Kyushu.

Nuo Da's capital city is prosperous like a piece of brocade. In the central area, resplendent and magnificent buildings stretch for hundreds of miles, and you can't see the end at a glance.

It's like a prison, trapping people inside.

There was a person lying vaguely on Nuo Da's bed, and the wind gently fluttered the white curtains.

The man was dressed in a white robe, and his exquisite face made people look away. He looked a bit sick, and his lips were abnormally white.

"His Royal Highness, Your Majesty, I invite you to have an audience."

A slight sound came from his ear, and Mu Chengyan moved his fingers.

Isn't he already dead?

To die in a cold palace...

Who is it... In a trance, he seemed to see the figure of a woman.

"His Royal Highness, Your Majesty, I invite you to meet and discuss important matters."

Mu Chengyan slowly opened his eyes, and a familiar face came into view. They were dressed in traditional court attire and stood aside respectfully.

"What time is it now?"

"The 25th year of the Yuan calendar."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Could it be that His Highness has become seriously ill and turned into a fool, who doesn't even know what time this year is?

In the 25th year of the Yuan calendar... he... went back to three years ago.

Three years ago, Yuan Qiguo hadn't signed an unfair treaty, was not enslaved by the Song Dynasty, was not destroyed, everything was still in time...

"Cough cough cough..."

Mu Chengyan sat up, his body was weak, his face was sickly white, he covered his lips and coughed a few times.

Although he was reborn for the first time, his sick body still remained unchanged.

A maid in white clothes came up, "Your Highness is still ill, what's the matter, so anxious?"

Mu Chengyan shook his head lightly, "Yuetong, it's okay, I'm fine."

"Your Highness, Your Majesty is waiting in the palace, so don't waste too much time."

The faces of the people next to him were a little impatient. They didn't want to come to the Prince's Mansion.

Maybe if you come here, you will become a sick child like His Royal Highness, a short-lived ghost!

"it is good……"

After passing this sentence, several people left quickly, as if they had encountered jackals, tigers and leopards.

Although Mu Chengyan is His Highness the Crown Prince, he doesn't have any arrogance as His Highness the Crown Prince. He is very gentle and approachable.

The people of Yuan Qiguo have always loved His Highness the Crown Prince the most.

"Your Highness, they already know how to bully you, next time you shouldn't be so nice to them, just throw them out."

Their Highnesses are so kind, that's why they are bullied by so many people, even the eunuchs who pass orders are so arrogant.

"Yuetong, they won't please too much for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who is dying like me and is sickly..."

Mu Chengyan laughed at himself, several of his younger brothers were able to go to the battlefield, but he was the only one who couldn't even walk well.

Crystal tears flashed in Yuetong's eyes, and she felt a pain in her heart.

"Who says His Highness is useless? Although His Highness can't go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, His Highness is strategizing and winning thousands of miles away. May I ask, who in the world can match your strategy?"

His Highness, he was also an amazing and talented young man in the past, but he was assassinated and ruined his meridians, so he became like this.

Mu Chengyan inadvertently thought of his former self, full of vigor, but now he is just a useless person.

He bowed his head and gave a gentle chuckle, "I have long forgotten what happened for so many years."

Will you forget?

He used to be the pride of heaven...

However, after so many years, his arrogance has long been smoothed out.

Is it still a year full of dog food? (??????????????)?