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

There are two possibilities.

She looked at Mo Chengying and pointed at her face.

Mo Chengying lowered his eyes and thought deeply, "Are you saying that the one who was checked by Poshan that night was the secret guard pretending to be He Lianjue?"

Shen Yangui nodded and stretched out his index finger: This is the first type.

Then she touched her face again.

Mo Chengying understood, "They know the art of disguise. It's not difficult to make skin without facial features."

Shen Yangui nodded and blinked in agreement.

"Fake leather?"

Poshan couldn't figure it out. The injury was an accident. In such an emergency, it was impossible to make a skin that covered the entire body. If it was just a small local area, the flaw would be easily discovered.

He said: "The fake skin is not yours after all. You can always see the traces after taking off all the clothes. They put many candles, bronze mirrors, and bright candles in the compartment. Aren't you afraid that I can see clearly?"

Shen Yangui touched Mo Chengying's body, and Mo Chengying asked, "Did you touch his wound?"

Po Shan shook his head, "This subordinate deserves to die for not checking."

Mo Chengying and Shen Yangui looked at each other: case closed.

It's the second type.

He Lianjue's skin is fair, and the light is too bright and concentrated in one place, which makes people ignore the uneven joints and looks more and more shiny.

Mo Chengying reminded: "Helianjue and Xuti Puyi were tortured in different positions, their bodies were injured, and the time was tight, so the new skin may not fit the real skin."

"My subordinate will go check it out right now."

Poshan left, and Mo Chengying retreated to everyone.

He hugged Shen Yan and turned around so that her back was against the table and his hands were placed on both sides of her body.

Shen Yan adjusted his collar and asked with eyes:

Are you missing me?

Mo Chengying looked at her intently, "Tell me honestly, why did I get so angry?"

Shen Yangui smiled knowingly, and patted his chest with her hand:

I knew you would have random thoughts.

"Looking at the whole of Daxia, there are few people who can rival my mother..."

She spoke slowly with her mouth and hand gestures, and Mo Chengying couldn't wait.

"Don't find reasons to prevaricate me, saying that my mother was challenged because of her medical skills. Qingqing, please don't treat me like a fool. I want to know the truth."

The truth is, without an antidote, she would not survive more than three months.

He actually guessed it, right?

Otherwise, Qi Guangming and Li Zhou would not have been suddenly ordered to go on an expedition.

Shen Yangui turned around and looked at the sand table, pointed at the marked Nanchu Palace and asked:

"How long will it take to take it down?"

"It won't take more than three months."

Mo Chengying seemed to have seen the truth, and he felt uneasy. He was a little scared, but said firmly: "Actually, in less than three months, eight hundred miles of urgent documents have been sent to Meng Shuhuai. He will lead the attack first, and Qi Guangming will ride quickly. Go there, within two months at the earliest..."

When he told the time, he stared into Shen Yangui's eyes.

Two months seemed...long.

"You've been poisoned, right?" Mo Chengying's eyes became misty, and his voice trembled slightly, "No antidote will..."

As if he was worried that Qingqing would really die as soon as he said the word "death". He hesitated for a long time and only asked: "Is that right?"

Shen Yangui looked at his red eyes, tears did not pass the midline of his pupils, but still refused to fall.

She raised her hand, and Mo Chengying lowered his head.

The big tears fell vertically without passing through the cheeks.

It turns out that when a man sheds tears, he can be so pitiful and heart-wrenching.

If she could speak, Shen Yangui could still comfort him. After all, it was a done deal and there was no point in crying, but she couldn't say anything now.

Mo Chengying put his forehead against Shen Yangui's forehead, held her face in his hands, and murmured to himself:

"Why you? Why not me?..."

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

It was obviously him who was crying, but tears slid down Shen Yangui's cheeks.

"I wonder, how long?"

Everything has been revealed, and there is no need for Shen Yangui to hide it.

If you are poisoned in April, June will be over at the latest.

She wrote two words in Mo Chengying's hand: July.

July?

Mo Chengying stared at the palm of his hand, not wanting to believe it or confirming it with her.

He tried to think of a solution, but thunder and lightning flashed in his mind, and in an instant a flash flood erupted, overwhelming the sky and swallowing up everything.

There was an inexplicable pain in my chest.

He was very familiar with this feeling. It was the dark clouds over the city, the fog surrounding the city, the helplessness and despair of Qingqing dying in his arms in the previous life.

"There must be a way, Qingqing, you believe me."

Mo Chengying held Shen Yangui's hands with a serious look on his face. Rather than comforting Shen Yangui, it was more to comfort himself.

"Lv'e, go and invite my mother over."

He pulled Shen Yan back to the tea table and carefully helped her sit down.

Perhaps even he himself didn't know that during these few steps, he alternately said "As long as I'm here, everything will be fine" and "There will definitely be a way" no less than three times.

The three people discussed it from dawn to dusk.

Mo Chengying had a strong tendency not to end the discussion if there was no result, but he was afraid that Qingqing would see his panic, which would make him more uneasy, so he sent someone to send Jiang Peirong back to his tent to rest.

At night, he didn't know what was going on in his mind, and he couldn't close his eyes no matter what. He didn't dare to turn over and held her motionless.

He thought that if he remained motionless and pretended to be asleep, Shen Yangui wouldn't be able to see anything.

When the east was white, Jiang Peirong, together with the dean of the imperial hospital and the chief medical officer of the royal palace, went to Hu Yanyu's tent, hoping to test the poison and find the antidote before Xu Ti Pu Yi's body rotted.

God doesn't seem to understand everyone's mood, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter.

After noon, the body began to stink, and another day, it started to rot.

No one wants to give up, and no one can do anything about it.

Jiang Peirong believed that the natural energy was the most nourishing, so Mo Chengying decided to stay at the hunting ground temporarily.

The guilty officials were escorted to Beijing one after another, and the prince and court officials left. Wen Yuan envoy and the Chinese medicine doctor of the Mansion returned to Beijing for the first time to check medical books and find other ways.

There were fewer people in the campground and it looked deserted and empty.

Shen Yangui said he wanted to ride a horse.

A flaming gun, a green horse, and a set of soft silver armor were Shen Yangui's childhood fantasy about being a female general.

Mo Chengying left the camp in the middle of the night and went to find a green horse for her. It had shiny coat, well-proportioned body, tight muscles, and bright eyes with a purple light.

The horse is very smart and can recognize its owner in three days. If the two of them whistle at random, it will come running when it hears it.

Today, the wind is gentle and gentle.

The two of them were chasing each other by the full moon lake, where the sky was blue and the water was clear.

The horses graze freely and the two lie side by side on the lawn.

Shen Yangui rested her head on his arm, looked sideways at him, and said happily:

"In a few days, I will be able to speak. Are you happy?"

That means the first month is almost over.

There was a lump in Mo Chengying's throat, he closed his eyes and nodded.

"Ah."

Shen Yangui looked at the tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes and turned his face away.

"Grandma said that the medicine will start to hurt the body in the second month."

Mo Chengying breathed out secretly, as if he had made some important decision, "I... have thought about it."

She didn't look at him, "Yeah." You said.

"No more beating Nan Chu."

Shen Yangui felt vaguely that something was wrong. She turned to look at him, her brows furrowed.