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

After returning to the camp, as soon as Mo Chengying turned around, Shen Yangui disappeared.

He followed him out, and the guard at the door pointed the way:

"Back to my lord, the princess has gone to Mrs. Shen's place."

The wronged daughter went to complain to her mother-in-law.

Mo Chengying stood at the entrance of the tent, listening to Shen Yangui crying so hard that he couldn't breathe, sobbing and crying.

Jiang Peirong finally understood the truth from her unclear crying, half-listening and half-guessing.

She said in disbelief: "Your Majesty actually wants to send you to Nanchu?"

Got grandma’s approval.

Shen Yangui said aggrievedly, "Hmm" twice, and tears rolled down again.

"He actually wants to send you to Nanchu regardless of the dignity of the country and his own life and death?"

Jiang Peirong thought that a man's love for a woman would never be worth mentioning in the face of a powerful position. She never thought that Mo Chengying, a son-in-law, could give up all this for her Yan'er.

Shen Yangui's tone sounded wrong: Aniang didn't seem to be on the same side as him.

She shook her head, grabbed A Niang's hand and loosened it a little.

"People, inherent..."

Jiang Peirong didn't have the patience of Mo Chengying, so she asked quickly: "Everyone is destined to die?"

"Ah."

Jiang Peirong disagreed, "Everyone is destined to die, but if you can avoid death, you will not die."

Shen Yangui: "..." He was speechless to refute.

Jiang Peirong asked: "Why should you die if you have a chance to live?"

"H-Yu..."

He Lianjue's desire is hard to satisfy. Today he compromised for the antidote. What if he gives himself a new poison?

He wants the gold, silver and cities of Daxia, and the people of Daxia to work as cattle and horses for him.

Or force Mo Chengying to conquer the world for him, or even enslave and torture Mo Chengying for revenge, and condone the people of Nanchu to burn, kill and loot Daxia?

It's not that he can't do it.

Everyone will die, so why surrender to the enemy just to fight for a few days?

She will never bow her head!

Shen Yangui wanted to say too much, but his voice couldn't control it.

She knew that everyone was confused if they cared about her now and couldn't think so much.

But no one could understand it, and she couldn't explain it. This feeling was really uncomfortable for her.

"My mother is guilty. You are forgiving her sin by saving her. You don't owe anyone anything."

Jiang Peirong can be wronged and suffer by herself, but when it comes to her daughter, she can't bear it. "Whether Daxia is destroyed or the people die, what does it have to do with you? I only want my daughter to live."

"Ah..." How could Aniang say that?

Although my father was hateful to the family, he was loyal and righteous to the country and the people. From an early age, my mother-in-law also taught herself to hang a pot to help the world and the world at the same time.

Why has it changed at this time?

"Don't talk to me about righteousness. I'm just a harem woman and I don't understand that."

Jiang Peirong has Jiang Peirong's persistence, "What do you mean, good deeds are rewarded? You saved people, but in the end you ended up..."

What I want to say cannot be said, what I want to say is blocked.

The morality that I had adhered to for many years was easily overthrown by my mother.

Shen Yangui, who had always had a stable temper, seemed to be possessed by martial arts. He clenched his fists in anger and knocked all the vases and cups off the table.

The porcelain was broken, and she roared and vented her anger unclearly.

"Yan'er, can you be obedient?" Jiang Peirong continued to persuade her, "Only if you survive can you have hope. If you want to come back, wait until you go to Nanchu and we will find a way."

Think of ways to?

He Lianjue left such a small problem and caused everyone to be in chaos. If he went to his territory, what else could everyone do?

Shen Yangui looked at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground. He only had a few days to live anyway, and the long-term pain was not as good as the short-term pain.

She reached out and grabbed the broken porcelain and started to rub it on her neck.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Peirong was so frightened that she screamed, "Your body and skin are affected by your parents. Your mother is here, how can you hurt yourself?"

She grabbed her daughter's hand tightly, "Let go! Yan'er! Let go!"

Mo Chengying was so frightened that he rushed in, forced Shen Yangui's hands away, and threw away the porcelain pieces.

Looking at the flowing redness in her palms, Mo Chengying felt as if his heart had been cut open with a knife, then fried in an oil-free pan.

He knelt in front of her, hugged her, and murmured comfort:

"I'm not going, I'm not going anywhere. Even if I can only live until tomorrow, I will stay with you, life and death."

Whether it was because she was frightened or something else, Jiang Peirong's temper got worse. She pulled Mo Chengying away, picked up a piece of porcelain, and stuffed it into Shen Yangui's hand.

Then he held her hand and wiped it on his neck.

"Do you want to die? Come! Kill your mother first! Let's die together!"

Mother and daughter are exactly the same.

"Auntie, don't do this. It's not good for you to hurt yourself or Qingqing."

Mo Chengying was in a hurry, and finally the broken porcelain fragment scratched his hand, and then he pulled the two apart.

"Let's all calm down and stop making trouble, okay?"

Shen Yangui looked at his mother-in-law sitting on the ground, reached out to help her, and took the initiative to admit her mistake: "I, it's wrong."

"Humph, the princess is acting like this, are you trying to hurt me?"

Jiang Peirong turned away, retracted her hand, and ignored her as if she was angry.

"mother……"

"Qingqing." Mo Chengying helped Shen Yangui sit down, "Mom, do you have any medicine? Qingqing's hand is injured."

Jiang Peirong leaned on the bed and cried silently, "I can't kill her."

Mo Chengying opened his mouth and sighed helplessly.

All the maids in this tent had gone out to play with Shen Yuanyuan, and he had just come here alone.

There was no one he could command, and he didn't dare to leave, so he had to pull at his clothes, open the lining, pull off a piece, and bandage Shen Yangui's hand first.

Then he pinched his sleeves and wiped the sweat from Shen Yangui's forehead.

"Really go……"

If he really goes to Nanchu, he will only become Helianjue's pet and a tool for him to use.

Shen Yangui was patient and hoarse, but persisted with difficulty: "Helianjue will only lock me up and use me to threaten you."

She paused and looked at Mo Chengying, "If I use you again to force me, there will be no good results."

At that time, she really had no way to go to heaven and no door to earth, and she couldn't even seek death.

Only then did Mo Chengying realize his problem. He held her hand and said guiltily:

"I didn't think carefully. I just wanted to let you detoxify and survive. I didn't expect that I almost pushed you into a pit of fire."

Maybe it's because the poison in the body hasn't taken effect yet and the body doesn't feel anything.

Or maybe she has seen too much life and death over the years, and she has taken it lightly.

Shen Yangui always thinks that no matter whether his life is three days, three months or three years, he should try his best to live a good life without leaving any regrets.

Who has never died since ancient times?

Mo Chengying made the decision for her without permission, of course it was for her own good.

But it not only violated her principles, but also destroyed her life.

It's really annoying to pressure her with feelings and self-harm!

Shen Yangui and her mother drew back their hands, then gestured and said solemnly:

"Life has many surprises. Rather than worrying about tomorrow, it is better to cherish what is in front of you."

"'If you drink today, you will get drunk now', I know, it's all my fault."

Mo Chengying wanted to pour a cup of tea to apologize, but when he saw the cups were broken on the ground, he was considering whether to go to the door and call someone, when Shen Yuanyuan's joyful voice came from outside:

"Aniang, Aniang—little bastard! I touched the little bastard today—"