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

"Yes, I regret it."

Mo Chengying didn't feel any regret, at most he was a little tired.

Shen Yangui sighed. She remembered that Jing Ming had confirmed with her again and again before setting off.

At that time, she vowed to do it.

"Emperors should be like you, decisive in killing. Jing Ming, am I too kind to a woman?"

"How can a woman be benevolent if she cares about the life and death of the people? The emperor of a certain period has his own way of doing things."

Mo Chengying was already quite like a virtuous queen. He waved his fan and fanned her, sparing no effort to comfort his Majesty the Queen.

"Sleep a little longer, I'll call you later."

Shen Yangui has always been too hot these days, so he is not allowed to touch her, and she sleeps far away from him, so she sleeps in a separate room, but she doesn't mind it now.

Hug tightly.

At dawn, the cool breeze blew in from the window. Mo Chengying stopped shaking the fan and closed his eyes.

There was movement in the yard. Po Shan, who was standing leaning against the door, suddenly opened his eyes. His thumb was on the handle of the knife. When he raised his eyes, his eyes touched the person who came, and the chill suddenly rose.

He waved his hand to signal the visitor to leave, "Just go to bed."

Qingshuang glanced at the door. She had followed the young lady for so many years. Even in the backyard of the Shen Mansion, where she could barely see a few coins a month, life was not as hard as it is now.

Others enjoy happiness when they become princesses, but my own lady works so hard, climbing mountains and going to the fields.

That day when they first met in the yamen, when they saw that their young lady was dark and thin, Qingshuang's eyes immediately turned red and she cried for a long time when she came back.

These days, the young lady has been working day and night without taking off her clothes. Qingshuang can't help much, so she has to pay more attention to her daily life and food.

She placed the water beside her and sat on the steps.

"You go and have a rest. I'm here to guard you."

Poshan glanced inside the room, sat down a step away from her, took out an oil paper bag from his arms, and handed it to her.

"for you."

Qing Shuang glanced at it, "What?"

Poshan shook his hand and said, "Take it."

Qingshuang took it and was about to untie it when she heard Poshan say:

"Have you thought about what I told you?"

Qingshuang and Huo burned their hands, threw away the oil paper bag, clapped their hands as if they were dirty, and said:

"There's something wrong with you."

Poshan replied seriously: "I didn't. Madam said you were sick, so I bought it for you."

"..." specifies a serious illness.

If he is sick, will his wife tell him instead of telling him?

This was obviously a curse. Qingshuang pointed at him and said fiercely: "I am also good at kung fu. If you dare to come close, I will break your legs!"

Poshan: "..."

This girl is very vindictive. Didn't she just say that she was stupid a few times?

As for?

At dawn, the sun moved to the bedside, and the heat gradually began to rise. Shen Yan got out of bed and walked to the window.

"The sky is so blue."

It's another sunny day.

Households outside the city were threshing rice, and everyone was scolding.

——"Returning to natural disasters? How can such a beautiful day bring disasters?"

——"Why isn't it a natural disaster? The regent is God, so what he caused is not a natural disaster?"

——"A good harvest year was ruined like this. It's just a pity for my family's rice."

The old farmer weighed the not yet full millet in his hands, "A great harvest that only happens once in decades, ugh——"

The rice that has not been filled with grout and the porridge will not be thick when cooked. As an official, he does not know the hardships of the people, so how can he not see the people like this?

There were also boos in the teahouse. Three or five people gathered together and talked about recent events.

——"I don't enjoy the good fortune, but come to our Jizhou to mess around. This princess is just a female, ignorant and just fooling around. The prince just smiled for the sake of beauty, and actually made fun of us people."

——"The rations for hundreds of thousands of people, and the hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, can be spent as the prince pleases."

——"How about being an official? You have the power, you can do whatever you want, and you still behave like a wise king."

——"In the past, King You used to make fun of the princes in order to make his concubine smile. Now, in order to make the princess happy, the regent cuts rice to fool the people. What is this called? It is a sign of the destruction of the country!"

——"Those who will not perish will suffer only from us, the common people."

——"The world does not belong to the regent..."

Not everyone in the field had their rice harvested. Several wealthy households looked down on the subsidies Shen Yangui said and united to resist. They asked their family's long-term workers and servants to form a circle to guard the rice.

After all, the manpower was limited, and they were unwilling, and Shen Yangui didn't force it. Several families nearby took advantage of it and stayed.

Now those people are all looking at the sky happily, laughing that others are fools.

Shen Yangui didn't have to go out to know what the public opinion was like outside.

All human matters are done, and the rest is left to God’s will.

You can come or not come.

At this point, Shen Yangui and Mo Chengying had no worries.

After the two got up, they played chess under the big tree in the yard. Qing Shuang specially picked flowers, mixed the flower juice, and applied it on Shen Yangui's face.

The whole morning passed.

There are often thunderstorms in summer afternoons. They came on time every day in the past few days, but they are gone today.

The curse is louder than the thunder.

One day passed, and when the sun set, there was not a single cloud in the sky.

After dark, they lay on the cool bed. The wind was dry and there was no moisture at all.

The silver man is brilliant, the morning glory and the weaver girl look at each other from a distance.

The night sky is bright and clear, and the star curtain is low enough to be picked up by hand.

In two days it will be the Qiao Qiao Festival.

Shen Yangui looked at the bright stars and said that the handle of the big spoon pointed in the direction. He also said that when the three stars were connected in a line, the New Year would be celebrated.

During the Chinese New Year, they had already returned to the palace.

Because Shen Yangui had slept in the afternoon, she didn't feel sleepy. She turned over and teased her husband until the green hills stood tall.

The lights of thousands of houses were extinguished one by one, and the common people cursed the regent and his wife as they fell asleep.

Mo Chengying carried her back to the room.

The stars in the sky blurred for some time, and the grass and leaves on the branches shook each other's hands.

The summer heat is quietly dissipating.

The cool breeze leaps into the room, blowing through the rolling hills and rolling the curtains.

The big raindrops fell and hit the leaves. The leaves shook violently, rolled into the dust, and wrapped into small balls. They blended with each other, and the small beads gathered into the big ones.

Bang bang bang, the raindrops burst, and there were large water stains on the ground.

Wow, swipe, swipe, dense raindrops were falling down desperately, and the running water merged into a line and fell from the eaves.

Everything took a lot of effort.

He is different, 120,000 points.