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

The wolves have been dispersed, and the guards holding torches have surrounded the place.

Mo Chengying came over immediately, his steps were fast, but when the guards moved out of the way, they became heavy and difficult to walk.

The broken limbs on the ground were broken into bones, the internal organs were broken, and there were no gender characteristics. The head rolled to the side, the long hair was pulled into a mess, and the facial features were gone.

The jawbone was also shattered.

There seems to be an eyeball in the grass not far away, or it may not be.

The humidity in the forest is too heavy, and the smell of blood is so thick that it cannot be dispersed.

There was a disgusting smell all around.

Mo Chengying has seen more bloody scenes. He is not afraid of these, but he is afraid that this is Qingqing.

Last night, he carried her back from Donglan. She was afraid that she would be angry, so she kept her close to his ear and whispered softly along the way.

"Although he hugged me, I pushed him away. Don't listen to other people's jealous words in the future."

How could a smart person like Qingqing not know if there was anyone outside last night?

Deliberately playing along with him for most of the night, he was still whispering in his ears, "The prince who is so stingy must have an in-depth and simple communication before he can let go, right?"

She would hide under the quilt and whisper: "Reciprocity, you asked for so much, I will keep track of it, my husband will have to pay it back in the future, I can't suffer a loss."

It was a rare occasion for the guards in the camp to see the regent. Baba wanted to show his courtesy, so the commander came forward with a torch and kicked his limbs to pieces.

The body has not yet been identified. If there is such a possibility, this is the princess. Anyone who dares to touch a fingernail will probably kill the coffin board.

Po Shanyan quickly grabbed the torch and used his elbows to push Shi Chang behind him.

As the torch was stretched forward, Mo Chengying's eyes lit up, and his body that was about to bend straightened up again.

Even half of the people couldn't piece together these things snatched from the wolf's mouth. They didn't even have a finger on all the key information, so no one could provide strong evidence of their identity.

But Mo Chengying saw the neat incision at a glance.

Regardless of whether it was the upper arm or the lower leg, Shuangyu couldn't cut off Qingqing's hands and feet with a knife.

Po Shan clearly heard the prince sigh with relief.

It would be nice if she wasn't a princess.

Xirong also received news that the eldest prince came with the prince's concubine. Before his eyes could meet the bloody limbs, the eldest prince's concubine vomited on the side.

The eldest prince looked at him for a long time... but didn't recognize him.

Ayesha shouted "Brother Jade" and ran over crying. Regardless of the blood, she pulled all the limbs that could be pulled. She held a torch to confirm again and again.

"No, not Brother Yu."

She cried and laughed, and turned around to tell her brother and sister-in-law the good news, but found that there was no acquaintance around her.

If something happens to the young master of the Huyan family, and the eldest prince returns to Xirong, he will miss the throne.

He held back his nausea and said, "Are you sure this is not Mr. Huyan?"

"No, no!" Ayesha shook her head and said with certainty, "The hair and skin feel wrong. This is definitely not Brother Yu."

She knelt down and begged the regent to send more people. She cried and detailed the past between herself and Hu Yanyu, how old they were when they met, how many years they got together, how old they were when they parted, and how deep their relationship was...

From Ayesha's words, Mo Chengying was completely sure that Shuangyu and Huyanyu were not the same person.

The half cup of tea during the day was not enough to support Shuangyu and leave with a comatose Qingqing.

Nowadays, access to the camp is even stricter than during the war. If there is any doubt, it will be reported as soon as possible.

They must still be hiding in the camp.

Is he disguised among the crowd, or hiding in a cave in a deep forest?

Mo Chengying looked far into the distance, looking through the woods and across the grasslands, towards the undulating mountains.

It was said that the regent was in high spirits in hunting this year, and the horses' hooves shook the mountains.

But one day, two days... not to mention Qingqing's figure, not even a familiar corner of her clothes was found.

Another night.

It started to rain lightly in the paddock, and the wind swept away the raindrops, trying to break in. The firewood was burning fiercely, the pine wood was burning sizzlingly, and the flames swayed with the wind.

The figures on the wall grew larger and smaller.

Shen Yangui woke up slowly, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable. She felt some pain in her left shoulder. She sat up with support on her right hand. When she raised her eyes, Mo Chengying was sitting next to the fire.

Poshan's words rang in her mind, and she immediately stood up and rushed over. Before she could say her concerned words, she sat back in fright, and slowly kicked her feet back.

"Who are you?!"

"I know that Qingqing never recognizes people by their faces, only by their smell."

A smile could be heard in "Mo Chengying's" voice, but when he looked sideways at Shen Yangui, there was no smile on his face.

It was a face she was very familiar with, but it was a voice she had never heard before.

A little lazy and low-spirited, a little arrogant.

The wind outside brought moisture, brushing against Shen Yangui's skin, like a wet hand stretched out from a pond.

The firelight illuminated half of his face, but made the other half of his face particularly dark, as if someone had cut it off.

There is a strong sense of dissonance between the voice and the face.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

"Mo Chengying" stood up and slowly approached, "So the person named Mo is stupid. He should not have given you a jade pendant, but should have found you a herb, so that you would never forget him."

"Jade pendant?"

Shen Yangui subconsciously reached out and touched his neck, "Where is my jade pendant?"

"Qingqing's question is strange. The jade pendant is not on its owner. Could it be that it is still on me? If Qingqing doesn't believe it, why don't I take off my clothes and check it for you?"

"Mo Chengying" knelt on one knee and leaned over. Shen Yangui knew that the situation was unclear and she shouldn't anger the other person, but her hands didn't bother her brain at all and directly touched his face.

There was a snap.

Even she didn't react.

"..." A little embarrassed.

"Mo Chengying" maintained the posture of being beaten, chuckled, and then took a step forward, "What are you afraid of? It's been three days, what kind of raw rice can't be cooked?"

Shen Yangui followed his gaze and found that his left shoulder was exposed.

There is gauze wrapped around the shoulder, and the pain is in the back of the shoulder.

She remembered that day when she was riding towards the paddock on horseback. The horse could not move more than a few steps, and her back shoulder hurt, and then she fell off the horse.

After that I knew nothing.

I don't know what kind of medicine he gave me. I can't muster my internal strength now, and I can't even hold my fist firmly. I really can't confront him head-on.

Shen Yangui believed that once he found out that he was missing, Mo Chengying would seal the camp, and he must still be around the hunting ground at this moment.

She tightened her clothes, felt the silver needles and medicine in her waist, and had an idea in her mind.