Doting on your wife to no end: The evil regent is reborn and is too clingy

As a mother, you can do anything, but when you see your daughter suffer, your heart bleeds.

No matter how bad the Shen family is, no one is a match for her precious daughter. The Shen Mansion is indeed not as beautiful as the Wang Mansion, and Yan'er has never suffered such a serious injury!

Jiang Peirong was only afraid that her daughter would be in hot water every night, and she would have to pretend as if nothing had happened during the day.

If the scenery was only on the surface, she would rather her daughter live a mediocre life in the backyard.

Shen Yangui was so thoughtful, how could he not see the change in his mother's eyes?

"The Shen family's injuries are only skin-removing, but a little carelessness can kill people."

This was the key point. Jiang Peirong said nothing.

"Auntie is worried about me, I know, but - you and I agree on things between husband and wife, why should we blame him alone?"

Shen Yangui groped with his hands under the quilt, trying to find his clothes. However, the clothes he wore last night were torn off in the main hall, and there was not even a rag on the bed.

She tightened the quilt and murmured in a low voice, "Besides, he is not the only one who is comfortable because he has contributed."

Jiang Peirong didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

No matter how brave Shen Yangui was, he didn't dare to repeat those outrageous words again.

"Doesn't Aniang also know that he was drugged last night?"

"Humph, who is he? Can't you tell by his tricks? You are the only one who believes it."

"The tiger also takes a nap, but he is too confident and falls into the trap."

Shen Yangui subconsciously explained to Mo Chengying, "He had no one else before, and he was from a military background, so he lost his sense of proportion in his actions. It was also my fault of connivance."

Military background?

Shen Ting has been in the army much longer than Mo Chengying. Jiang Peirong and Shen Ting also fell in love with each other, but for so many years, they both cared about etiquette.

The worst thing you can do is leave two red marks on your neck.

Where is she like this?

Thanks to Yan'er's own martial arts practice and strong body, how could anyone else be able to withstand the prince's torment?

This is not sex, this is execution!

It's abuse! ! !

Jiang Peirong's mood rose again, "How dare you believe it when he said there was no one else? Not to mention the concubines in his courtyard, he and the Queen Mother..."

"Oh, Aniang, why do you still listen to the wind and the rain? The rumors are not credible. The relationship between him and the Queen Mother is innocent."

Jiang Peirong looked at her daughter's head, which was filled with love. Wasn't she going to follow her own path?

"Innocent? This is not the first time the Feng family's medicine has been used, and this is not the first time the Regent has been affected by it. Your father has seen it with his own eyes."

If it were any other woman, if she heard that her husband was involved with a married woman, she would either jump in anger, or be secretly sad, or at the worst she would be shocked.

Shen Yangui looked calm and just sighed twice:

"Have you seen it? Have you ever seen two people naked and hugging each other? Or do they have close discussions? My father is indeed a martial artist. He doesn't even understand the principle of not looking at anything inappropriate. The imperial officials also follow the example of people lying in corners to peek."

"You girl." Jiang Peirong looked slightly embarrassed, "Of course you saw the Queen Mother drugging the Regent."

"I know about this. Poshan said it and he held it back."

"you--"

Jiang Peirong was furious. Is this daughter hopeless?

Shen Yangui felt that these issues were not worth worrying about. Whether they happened or not, it was all in the past.

The past is an established fact.

It's not something you can change by figuring it out yourself.

But she still comforted her mother and said, "I'll ask him later if he and the Queen Mother are innocent?"

Jiang Peirong found it unbelievable. How could her smart daughter lose her brain after getting married?

"Ask him? Do you believe what he says?"

Shen Yangui's face was full of innocence, "Otherwise, I think I should ask the Queen Mother? That wouldn't be good, right?"

Jiang Peirong wanted to pinch her lover, "If he really treats you, why would he still use incense in the palace?"

"Smell? What scent?"

After a night, the charcoal basin was changed, flowers were placed in the hall, people came in and out, and the warm and fragrant atmosphere was hard to detect.

Although Jiang Peirong was not as sensitive as her daughter's sense of smell and could not identify the specific drug, she could still feel the unusual fragrance.

The reminder of Shen Yan's return to Meridian immediately tightened her mind. She took a breath and said, "No wonder..."

No wonder I always have an emptiness that I can't fill, and I've been through all the hardships, but I still long for more.

It turns out the problem lies here.

"Look, Auntie, even an expert like me will fall into the trap if I'm not careful, let alone him?"

After hearing this, Jiang Peirong knew that no matter how much she said, it was in vain. She sighed, "I can't control your affairs. I just hope that you won't regret it in the future."

Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren.

Jiang Peirong shook her head, took out a white porcelain bottle from her sleeve, put it on the bed, and said:

"Good for wounds."

"Wound? I'm not injured..." Shen Yangui didn't finish his sentence and saw his mother's eyes moving downward, "Oh, I understand."

"The pill will automatically dissolve when you put it in, but you should not have violent sexual intercourse while the pill is being placed!"

"understood."

"Where are the golden needles?" Jiang Peirong looked around, "Today we are leaving for home, and I will take the golden needles back with me to save you the trouble of turning back and making another trip."

Shen Yangui shrank his head into the quilt and said:

"I listened to my mother-in-law's words yesterday and immediately treated him with the acupuncture. You also saw that our battle was fierce. Everything in this room was broken. The maids were cleaning up this morning, but they didn't know. It’s not just thrown away as rubbish…”

"Thrown it away?" Jiang Peirong was visibly anxious, "Why didn't you keep something so important? Who did it? Where did it go?"

She stood up and wanted to find it herself.

"Mom, don't worry. I think I didn't throw it away, but I just searched for it with great fanfare. I'm afraid that the prince will know about it and think that the maids are not doing their job diligently, and he will punish them. I will go and look for it myself later."

Shen Yangui carefully stared at her mother's face, "Actually, it's just a pair of golden needles. If you really want to lose them, my daughter can ask someone to make a new pair for you."

"Remake? How can you remake your grandfather's relics?"

Grandfather's relic.

That's really important.

Shen Yangui repeatedly promised that before the Shen family's carriage and horses left the garden, the golden needle would be found and returned intact.

According to my mother-in-law's temperament, she would never come to Lingcang Courtyard without being summoned. She was worried that the pills could be delivered by the maid.

But she came in person.

Therefore, delivering medicine is not the most important thing, but getting the injection is.

If it hadn't been for an emergency yesterday, my mother would never have taught me the golden needle technique.

Jiang Peirong went out with her front legs, and Shen Yan returned with her back legs and took out the needle pack from under the pillow.

She got out of bed, put on some clothes and sat under the window.

The outer layer of the needle bag is waterproof cowhide, and the inner layer is ordinary cotton. There are a total of forty-nine gold needles from long to short.

Shen Yangui took off the golden needles one by one, observed them repeatedly, and then put them aside.

I took the acupuncture bag and studied it carefully. I didn't see any difference between the front and back, but when I looked it up to the light, I found that there seemed to be patterns of different colors under the cotton cover.

She asked Qingshuang to find scissors and carefully separated the cotton and cowhide along the seams.

The pattern on the leather looks very complicated, because it has gone through years and is not very clear.

Shen Yangui took water to smooth out the frizz, then took out paper and pen, copied stroke by stroke, and connected the missing lines according to the pattern's rules.

Mo Chengying kept his promise and agreed to take Shen Yuanyuan hunting, and actually took her into the mountains.

The yard was very quiet, and the shadow of the plum vase under the window sill became shorter and shorter. It was almost noon, and Mo Chengying came in from outside.

Shen Yuanyuan has already sent it back.

Shen Yan returned to face the light, looking at the original pinhole and the cowhide.

"I took Yuanyuan away specially so that you could rest peacefully. Why did you start doing needlework instead?"

Mo Chengying changed his clothes, walked over slowly, saw the pattern painted on the table, and took it for a look.

"The totem of the Nanchu royal family?"

Shen Yan suddenly raised his head, "What? Hiss——"