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

In the morgue, apart from Yang Qian's body, which was covered with white cloth, there was a coffin next to it.

Beyond that, there is no place to hide.

Now they have two choices before them, or hide in the coffin.

Or when the two detectives come in, just knock the person unconscious and escape.

With the skills of the two of them, even if they get out of this door and alert the people in the Yamen, they can definitely escape.

But if this happens, the county magistrate will be alarmed.

The policeman pushed open the door and entered. One person was blowing a fire stick, and the other person was holding a knife in both hands.

The curtains moved with the wind and the firelight swayed, adding a bit of eerieness.

The man holding the knife asked: "Could it be that the murderer wants to destroy the body and eliminate all traces?"

The person holding the fire fold was obviously more courageous. He lit the oil lamp and turned it around, "There is a young scholar from the Yang family here. Do you think the murderer will come?"

It sounds like he also knows some truth.

"The Cheng family won't come, and it's impossible for the Yang family to come. Could it be that the young scholar felt wronged and swindled his body?"

"Shut up! Stop talking nonsense!"

"Bah, bah, bah! It's not a scam, it's not a scam!"

"Idiot! I'm reminding you that there is no evidence to prove that this case is related to the Cheng family. Yang Xiucai fell down the mountain by himself. If you dare to go out and talk nonsense, it will harm your whole family, but don't harm me!"

"Clap clap clap clap"

The knife-wielder slapped his own mouth continuously, "Look at my mouth. I just heard a few gossips in the pub and started talking nonsense. I will never dare to do it again."

It turns out that the Cheng family is more terrifying than the fake corpse.

The morgue was empty, and it was obvious at a glance. The knife holder held the knife under the coffin and the wooden board where Yang Qian was lying. After shaking it twice to confirm that no one was there, he put the knife back into the scabbard and urged:

"Let's go, let's go. It's true that I was wrong. This ghost place is very spooky. Let's go out."

The person who was called Brother Zhou blew out the oil lamp in his hand, put it on the table, took two steps forward, and then stopped.

The timid man pulled out half of the knife and whispered: "Brother Zhou, what's wrong?"

"wrong!"

Brother Zhou lit the oil lamp again. "The lamp that has not been used for a long time should be cold, but when I picked it up just now, it seemed to be warm."

"What's cold or warm? Don't scare me."

The wind blew away a corner of Yang Qian's white cloth, and his bloody, corroded and swollen face faced the timid man.

His back felt cold, the soles of his feet were cold, everything was cold, even the arms holding Brother Zhou were cold.

"Brother Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou, let's let's go."

"There's someone in the coffin!"

Brother Zhou's calmness seems incompatible with this bastard's yamen.

Holding the handle of the knife in one hand and the oil lamp in the other, he walked towards the coffin again.

"Come here and lend a hand to open the coffin!"

"Who would hide in a coffin if nothing happens?"

"You're here, you have to see clearly." He put down the oil lamp nearby. "The city gate said that the carriage from the capital will enter the city in the evening. I'm afraid the case will be settled in the next two days."

"It's good to get married, it's better to save the old Yang family from coming over every day to make noise."

The moment the coffin lid was removed, Brother Zhou immediately took the oil lamp and poked his head to see——

empty.

The two of them left with peace of mind.

The door was closed for a long time, until the footsteps outside completely disappeared, and Mo Chengying rolled down from the beam with Shen Yangui in his arms.

At midnight, the two returned to the guest room——

Before going to the Yamen morgue, they had already gone to the inn, pretending to take a rest.

When Poshan heard the noise, he immediately went to the window to answer, "Prince, Princess, you are finally back."

Mo Chengying poured half a jar of wine, helped Shen Yan return and clean his hands, and asked:

"Has anyone been here tonight?"

"Someone did come here and wanted to cause trouble for you and the princess, but they didn't go upstairs."

Mo Chengying wiped Shen Yangui's hand with a handkerchief, "Is this inn the property of the Cheng family?"

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Poshan reported back: "I will wait until they leave and inquire carefully. This inn does belong to the Cheng family. The inn has regulations. Any guest who stays in Tianzi's room has committed a heinous crime and is not allowed to be an official. We have to wait until he checks out of the room and walks out of the inn door before arresting him."

Reminds me of the conversation between two government officials in the morgue.

Mo Chengying couldn't help but sneer: The Cheng family in Pingwu City really covers the sky with one hand.

He saw that his wife didn't look well, so he said nothing more, helped her wash up, undressed her, and then handed the robe to Poshan.

"Go outside and burn the realgar to smoke it."

The lights in the room went out, and Shen Yangui held Mo Chengying's hand tightly.

Mo Chengying moved his body, reached out to touch Qingqing's face, kissed her forehead, and said softly: "But you were scared by... that?"

If it were the former Shen Yangui, he would grit his teeth and look fearless without changing his face or heart.

But now instead of pretending to be brave, she is even willing to show weakness.

She arched into his arms and made a sweet sound.

Just this simple sound made Mo Chengying feel heartbroken.

Like coaxing a baby, he patted her back with his hands, put his face against her head, and whispered in her ear:

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, Qingqing."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Maybe I need to borrow some courage, maybe I need more practical comfort.

Shen Yangui moved up, took out the hand that was wrapped around his chest and back, held his face, and accurately covered his lips in the darkness.

In the past, it was him who plundered everything, but this time it was her who plundered everything.

It's just that she isn't as patient as him, and will bite her lips inch by inch.

Her surging momentum seemed to swallow life in one mouthful after another.

It was the first time that Mo Chengying had to deal with such a Qingqing, and he was both surprised and worried.