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

Little things?

How could it be a trivial matter?

Mo Chengying turned away from Shen Yangui, "I'm angry at myself, so you don't need to pay attention to me."

Shen Yangui saw that the wind was almost gone, so he closed the window and sat next to her, "It's all over."

Mo Chengying habitually locked his hands around her waist and leaned his head into her arms.

It was obviously him who did something wrong, but he felt wronged first.

"It's all my fault, everything is my fault. If I hadn't been blind and blind, and did that beastly thing, and made you humiliated on your wedding day, I wouldn't have let you be bullied again and again. .”

Shen Yangui touched the side of his face and said, "How can there be bullying?"

"Isn't it because Feng Guangci relied on Feng Yuqing that he dared to do that to you?"

"But what he did to me, didn't he just push the Feng family into a place of no return? The people were watching the frame-up and the confusion of right and wrong. And are the robbery of the gold order and the murder of the princess the same as conspiracy?

I originally thought that Feng Yanding alone was not enough to shake the Feng family, but I didn't expect that Feng Guangci would mobilize his troops without authorization. "

Shen Yan returned happily and said, "Now, not only can the Jingwei Camp be reorganized from top to bottom, but the Young Mansion also belongs to the prince."

The Shaofu is not only in charge of the entire palace's food, clothing, daily life, and supply of supplies, but more importantly, manages the private wealth of the royal family.

His position was so important that the Queen Mother asked her brother to take charge.

But these are insignificant compared to Shen Yangui.

Mo Chengying straightened up and said seriously: "How dangerous is today's incident? Don't you have any fear at all?"

"What are you afraid of?" Shen Yangui said with innocent eyes, "Aren't you here?"

"What if I don't come here today?"

It was purely accidental that she came today, but her plan was inevitable.

Mo Chengying couldn't imagine that if she was not there, the Jingwei battalion commander would directly follow the order and kill him. With her temper, she would never run away alone, but would choose to protect the people and fight with all her strength.

No matter how good her skills are, she can't stand up to the large number of people.

When she died here, even if she was later found to be the princess, the Feng family could still blame all the blame on the Nanchu assassins and the refugee riots.

"Of course I am relying on your power to dominate. If you were not here, how could I dare to make such a big fuss?"

As he spoke, Shen Yangui's hand moved up from his chest, suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him closer, "Husband, please tell me the truth."

Mo Chengying was slightly startled. It would be useless if he didn't bite the lips that came to him.

"What's the matter?"

"But you were unruly when you were a child, and you wanted to do something wrong to me secretly, but I taught you a lesson?"

Qingqing was indeed a person who wanted to get to the bottom of things. She still remembered what happened before and wanted to know why she didn't touch Feng Yuqing.

She was right about her guess. Back then, she was so bold and cunning that she wanted to kiss her, even through a scarf, but she punched her and left her with two circles of black eyes.

She was also punished by reciting the words three hundred times and asked her to engrave those words into her bones and not to touch any girl.

He had always taken his wife's words as his example, but he was three years older than her at that time.

The three-year-old boy was pinned to the ground by her and had no power to fight back.

So embarrassing.

Mo Chengying bit her lips, held her hand, and whispered softly:

"Your husband is the most stubborn. Madam, you don't have to be merciful, just use torture, use torture! When will you soften him up, when will you confess?"

The sound came out close to the lips and passed from the tip of the tongue.

The silk fabric was too smooth and failed to block the descending hands.

Shen Yangui suddenly realized that the harsh words were not harsh words, and the crotch torture was not torture, "You..."

Just waiting for her to speak.

The fish enters the water and swims freely.

Shen Yangui was so happy that he wanted to go to the palace as soon as he saw it, so that history would not have to repeat itself.

"Envoys from various countries have arrived in Beijing. If the Feng family case is not handled well, it will cause turmoil. I will probably be busy for a while."

The end of the year is not a good time to deal with major cases. Mo Chengying didn't want to have long nights and dreams, so he took the initiative to disturb the Feng family.

"Would you like to meet A-niang while you are free?" Their lips touched, and he suggested, "I haven't come back to you for three days, and I have been back for three months. Can I make up for it?"

Shen Yangui saw that he was serious about what he said, so he didn't doubt anything else.

She said happily: "Really?"

Mo Chengying nodded, his low voice slightly hoarse, "I also miss little... Yuanyuan."

Shen Yan just said "Okay" after returning home, and Mo Chengying immediately ordered:

"Take Changlu Street to Shen Mansion."

Changlu Street, such a familiar name.

As soon as Shen Yangui thought about the bumpy official roads, he was held in Mo Chengying's arms.

"Husband!"

She immediately covered her lips with her hand, and a graceful word "um" slipped out between her fingers.

"We haven't even reached the bumpiest street yet, why can't Madam take it anymore?"

"You bastard."

"The last time before the year..." Mo Chengying held him with one hand and pushed her closer to him with the other, "Or, why don't you go to the Assistant Government Hall to accompany me?"

When she went to the Auxiliary Palace, she truly became a canary, a canary dedicated to accompanying her to bed.

Shen Yangui said angrily: "Fuck you."

Mo Chengying liked her unruliness more than her obedience.

He said deliberately: "There are many people outside, madam, you should be careful. If you make people suspicious, it will be bad for your reputation."

There are people everywhere on the street in the New Year.

The car bell jingled, and sometimes someone's voice came in, making Shen Yangui feel nervous.

I want to speak out but I dare not.

Compared to the craziness that night when Meiyuan was drugged, her body and mind are now undergoing a double test.

It seems to be a different kind of taste.

Who would have thought that three months ago Shen Yangui didn't even understand the relationship between husband and wife, but now he was sitting in a carriage and being so wanton with his husband.

The world is really amazing.

This feels too.

The weather is really nice today, the sun is shining warmly, and the ice under the eaves is shiny and shiny.

Every household is preparing for the New Year, and the sound of pounding rice cakes can be heard in the yard. The stone pestle falls into the stone mortar one after another, sometimes bringing up the white dough.

The stone mill grinding the soy milk rotates in circles, and the fine and dense foam is flowing along the stone trough.

A light breath filled the air.

Gooey.

Qingshuang is no longer the same as she was three months ago. She cleared her throat, seemingly unintentionally, but raised her voice:

"Two streets further and you'll reach Shen's Mansion."

When they passed by the mansion just now, Chun Yu and Xia An went back.

Now the two of them are each holding a tray. On the tray are a set of clothes folded from the inside to the outside, covered with a brocade handkerchief.

Behind Chun Yu, Xing'er and Li'er held a heater and a handkerchief; behind Xia An, He'er and Lian'er each held a brocade box, which contained visiting gifts for Jiang Peirong and Shen Yuanyuan.

At the corner, the carriage stopped. Chun Yu, Xia An and others put things into the carriage and got out again.

Shen Yangui's broken hair was stuck to his forehead, and his whole body was like clay mixed with water. He was unable to rely on Mo Chengying and was adjusting his breathing with his mouth slightly open.

Mo Chengying took the handkerchief and wiped it carefully for her, "Put on your clothes quickly and be careful to keep cool."

Shen Yan returned without moving and said angrily: "It's your fault for catching the cold."

"Qing Qing." Mo Chengying kissed the person in his arms sideways and said hoarsely, "If you talk like this, we have to go back."

If you walk through Changlu Street again, will you tear yourself apart?

Shen Yangui reached out and cooperated with Mo Chengying obediently, letting him help her get dressed.

?Shen Mansion.

Because he came incognito and was not notified in advance, Mo Chengying did not bother with the frivolous courtesy and forced Shen Ting to greet him at the door.

This time, the concierge of the Shen Mansion was also very sensible. He did not stop him or show off, he just reminded him respectfully:

"The master and his wife are meeting guests in the front hall."

That guest was the young man in white who was in the carriage earlier.