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

Perhaps Mo Chengying's imposing manner in the Shen Mansion had worked. The two of them entered the Shen Mansion. Wherever they went, the servants began to kneel down from a distance.

Shen Yangui said with emotion: "I didn't expect that my father would let my mother accompany me to meet the guests."

What a wonderful couple. They were so quarrelsome in Meiyuan, but they got better again when they came back.

"Aniang has an imperial edict, so she should be above the Shen Lin family."

Mo Chengying held Shen Yangui's hand, helped her down the steps, and said: "No matter how long Nan Chu's hand is, he can't reach me, Daxia. You have time to talk to my mother again today. There is no need to worry about nothing." Even if someone threatens you with something important, I will handle everything."

Although the existing evidence points to Jiang Peirong being a descendant of the Baili family in Nanchu, it is all speculation.

Jiang Peirong didn't want to admit it. Everything had to wait until the people sent to Yongzhou came back.

"People's thoughts change over time. A-niang has never been a person bound by rules before. If you make insinuations and mention it more, you might be able to bring A-niang and Yuanyuan into your home next year."

This was very reasonable, Shen Yangui smiled and nodded.

She let go of Mo Chengying's hand, deliberately blessed her body, and said: "Your Majesty, Shengming, I will obey you in everything."

It was originally a couple laughing, but someone coming out of the front hall saw it.

Shen Yangui didn't want to waste energy chatting with Shen Ting's guests, and he didn't want to reveal his identity, so he only glanced out of the corner of his eye and walked straight in.

The young man in white pretended not to recognize the regent and the princess, and went out with his entourage.

As they passed each other, the young man in Hufu accidentally bumped into Poshan. Without saying a word, the two started making moves in the yard.

With his fists and feet breaking the wind, the young man in Hufu took the lead in pulling out his scimitar. The bloody smell of the mountain-breaking Yanling sword had not disappeared and was still in the sheath.

There were fists and kicks, and hand-to-hand combat, but neither of their masters told them to stop.

Shen Yangui followed the two fighting men with his eyes, breaking the mountain without drawing his sword, indicating that the other party was not qualified to be his opponent, and perhaps there was a more important reason.

The young man in white took the opportunity to watch Shen Yangui.

Mo Chengying looked at the young man in white. The warmth he felt from talking and joking with Shen Yangui just now disappeared. His eyes seemed to be seeing endless darkness, and they also became darker.

"Stop! Stop it quickly!"

Shen Ting heard the noise and ran out of the front hall. He saw the Yanling knife pressing against the scimitar and separating the two knives with one kick.

Po Shan took one step back without swaying, while the young man in Hu Fu took three steps back and could barely stabilize himself.

Shen Yangui raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that his father, whom he usually looked down upon, was getting stronger and stronger.

No wonder he had been fighting with Mo Chengying for so many years in the court, but he hadn't been hacked by Mo Chengying.

It turns out that the iron itself is hard.

Naturally, this is also the reason why Mo Chengying cherishes his talents.

Shen Ting came forward to introduce, "This is my Highness the Regent of Daxia, and this is..."

We will meet sooner or later, and the young master in white has no need to hide it. "Hu Yanyu, the envoy of Xirong, has met His Highness the Regent."

He put his fists on his shoulders, bent down and saluted, and took the initiative to apologize: "This servant is reckless, please don't blame me, Your Highness the Regent."

But his tone was a bit cold, as if he had just learned Daxia's words.

The young man in Hufu immediately knelt down and raised the dagger above his head with both hands, "Xuti Puyi offended the noble, please forgive me."

Shen Yangui glanced at the young man in white in front of him.

Hu Yanyu wears a lapel, double-breasted, narrow-sleeved suit, with Baoxiang patterns embroidered on the white silk surface with silver thread mixed with yellow and red silk thread. A leather jade belt is tied around the waist, and sheepskin boots are worn on her feet.

Most of the men in Xirong are tall, muscular, and rugged in appearance.

His appearance is extremely handsome, his face is like a jade, his face is like a crown of jade, and he has a good temperament, which matches the word "jade" in his name, but he has a sick look hidden in his eyebrows.

Shen Yangui said nothing. He always felt that this person felt familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Mo Chengying glanced at Hu Yanyu and Shen Ting with cold eyes, and said with some meaning: "The envoy from Xirong has not yet met the saint, but he has entered the house of my Daxia courtier."

The imperial court of Great Xia met privately with envoys from neighboring countries. It was a good thing that the regent did not pursue the matter. If he were to pursue it, a charge of collaborating with the enemy would be enough for Shen Ting to drink a pot.

Shen Ting changed his previous attitude and knelt down on one knee, "Prince Regent, please calm down. Mr. Shen Jiang was kind to Mr. Huyan in his early years. Mr. Huyan came here to express his gratitude."

Hu Yanyu lowered his head slightly and said, neither humble nor arrogant, "That's exactly it."

"Is it you?" Shen Yangui thought of him, "Little medicine jar!"

Upon hearing this familiar name, Hu Yanyu's eyes sparkled like the setting sun shining on the autumn water.

Even his voice became gentle, and he was moved and said: "After so many years, sister still remembers me?"

elder sister?

Mo Chengying narrowed his eyes and estimated that with one punch, he would be able to call him back to the west with 30% of his strength.

"Of course I remember! You were a little one at that time and followed me every day."

Shen Yangui stretched out his hand to gesture at his waist, then raised his head to look at him, his eyes filled with affection, "I didn't expect you to be so tall now."

When she said, "Of course I remember," Mo Chengying's heart dropped.

Also by her side, why did Qingqing completely forget about herself, but still remember him?

I still remember it so clearly.

He comforted himself in his heart: Maybe it was not long ago that he remembered.

"I followed my sister when I was five years old and stayed there for five and a half years."

Hu Yanyu seemed to read Mo Chengying's thoughts and said: "My sister said at that time that she would take care of me for the rest of my life. I also thought that I would be with my sister for the rest of my life. I didn't expect that we would be apart for eleven years, eleven months and twenty-one days." ."

He could have said twelve years, or even "one month shy of twelve years", but it was so accurate.

Shen Yangui was afraid that Mo Chengying would be too preoccupied, so he explained: "You have a good memory since you were a child, and you remember everything clearly."

"Of course you have to remember. I was not in good health at that time, so I relied on my sister to take care of me."

Hu Yanyu smiled shyly, and Baiyu Fuxia said, "If my sister hadn't personally given me the medicine, I would have died a long time ago."

"It's nothing to worry about," Shen Yangui said politely, "Are you feeling better now?"

"With Aunt Xing's prescription, I can probably survive for a few more years."

Hu Yanyu glanced at Xuti Pu Yi, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said: "I brought Pu Yi here this time to express my gratitude, but I didn't expect that I got into trouble. It was an unintentional mistake. I heard that the Regent of Daxia has the broadest heart." , Your Majesty shouldn’t punish Pu Yi for such a trivial matter, right?”

"It's no big deal for martial arts practitioners to compete with each other." Shen Yangui originally wanted to call him up. After thinking about it, she looked at Mo Chengying and said, "Isn't it? Your Majesty."

The prince is the most broad-minded person in Daxia, how can he still say no?

Mo Chengying glanced at Hu Yanyu, held Shen Yangui's hand, and said gently: "The sister that Madam recognized in Yongzhou is naturally my sister. If my sister's subordinates are disrespectful for a moment, can I still care about her?"

Hu Yanyu's face turned dark.

Mo Chengying praised her: "My sister has good looks, one part heroic and one part soft. I think she will be very popular among men in Xirong."

Hu Yanyu: "..."

"Are you engaged?" The man with the broadest heart said extremely considerately, "If you are not engaged, the King of Japan will find a husband for you in Daxia, so that my sister can stay with my wife forever."

Mo Chengying didn't say sister, but "my wife".

The word "sister" is really close to my heart. I really want Yanyu and Shen Yangui to be "sisters".

Hu Yanyu tried his best to smile, "The prince is joking, I am a man, how can I recruit a husband?"

"As long as you like it, why not?" Mo Chengying's black eyes clearly said: Even if you don't like it, I can make you like it!

Hu Yanyu slowly raised his head. He was obviously weak and met Mo Chengying's gaze, but he showed no fear.

Neither of them spoke, but Shen Yangui seemed to see the light of the sword.

Can't these two people fight?