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

"What are all the fuss about?"

Mo Chengying and Shen Yangui went their separate ways, and he took Poshan to the city gate.

A large number of people gathered here, no one wore a veil, and everyone raised their arms and shouted, which was like rebelling.

Some people went out of their way to curse, "You officials, you are behind closed doors to eat and drink. Naturally, we will close the city when we say it is closed. Do you care about the life and death of our people? I would rather die of illness outside than be locked up alive by you." In the city!"

Someone complained and begged, "My wife, children, and more than ten children are all waiting for me to send money home. If I delay any longer, they will starve to death at home."

"Well done, sir. I am a nearby villager. I only have an old mother at home. If you ask me to go back and have a look, I will come back if everything is okay. I will never run away."

"I'm not from Jizhou. I'm just passing through. Why do you want to lock me up?"

"My goods have been waiting for almost a month, and I really can't wait any longer..."

The soldiers at the city gate saw the regent as if they were seeing a savior.

The people took the initiative to retreat to both sides to make way for Mo Chengying. A businessman from the Western Regions wearing a round hat came forward and said in broken Daxia dialect:

"Dear His Highness the Regent, I am not a citizen of Daxia. I came here to do business for the sake of diplomatic relations between the two countries. Now I have to go back to my own country. Please give me your permission, Your Highness the Regent."

It is obvious that it is not a good thing to put pressure on diplomatic relations when opening one's mouth.

Mo Chengying glanced at his customs clearance document.

According to the regulations of the two countries, the entry and exit of friendly businessmen must be carried out within the specified time. His date has been exceeded and he really needs to return to the country immediately.

But if he was allowed to go out in public, not to mention opening his mouth, it would be difficult for other people to deal with it.

If this merchant from the Western Regions alone leaves the city, and the caravan of thirteen people carries the disease with him, and passes through hundreds of states and counties along the way west, wouldn't Daxia be ruined by them?

Mo Chengying casually drew the sword of the soldier guarding the city, raised the sword and dropped it, and the Western Region merchant's head rolled down in front of everyone.

The people in the front row kept saying "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehehe and eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, ah, eh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, out there out there" out there out there.

He looked around, "Who else wants to go out?"

The people in the Western Region caravan were not afraid of death and came forward to argue, "How can you kill people? We are officials and businessmen from neighboring countries! If you kill our son, our country will not let it go!"

"The regent of Daxia is kind and generous, but you are not the regent!"

A businessman came forward and tried to pull off Mo Chengying's veil, saying that he wanted everyone to see his true face, but Poshan chopped off his arm.

There were still people in the crowd who insisted on agitating, "Folks of Jizhou, the real regent has left after controlling the flood. This man is a bandit who came to occupy Jizhou! He wants to plot!"

Poshan flew into the crowd, pulled out the one who screamed the most fiercely, and killed him.

The people stepped back again, no one dared to say anything.

It's just those inflammatory remarks and the rumors these days that make people increasingly distrustful of Mo Chengying.

But he didn't care at all about the people's trust.

"No matter what you are thinking, before the epidemic is over, whoever dares to break in without authorization will be killed!"

Nowadays, people's emotions are high and they are acting unruly. Mo Chengying is afraid that Shen Yangui will be too gentle and the people will push her too hard and bully her, a weak woman.

He ordered the remaining merchants from the Western Regions to be detained separately for interrogation, while the rest of the people were sent to the nearest empty courtyard for isolation.

Leaving Poshan behind to supervise the disposal, he immediately hurried to East Street.

It was already bright, but the sun had not yet come out, and a light mist was floating in the city.

At the medicine shed on East Street, the crowd was even more noisy.

The captain of the guard and more than ten people gathered around Shen Yangui, each one drawing his sword on guard.

The situation on East Street is different from that at the city gate.

At the gate of the city, merchants from the Western Regions appeared out of nowhere, and the prickly heads here were completely submerged in the crowd.

Rushing to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys will only cause riots.

Shen Yangui stood on the high platform to comfort him, and the people's mood did not decrease but increased.

——"We are not fools. We drink medicine every day. We should still get sick and die. Do you dare to say that those who were carried out did not drink medicine?"

——"If the princess promises in public today that if we drink this medicine, we will never get sick again, we will drink it now! Even the dregs of the medicine will be swallowed!"

Isn't this unreasonable?

Drinking medicine can only prevent and alleviate it. At most, it can make severe symptoms less severe and mild symptoms less severe.

But after all, Shen Yangui is not an old immortal, and he is not worthy of a panacea. How can she guarantee that the medicine will be safe after drinking it?

The crowd was approaching, the detectives were completely overwhelmed, and the circle surrounding the captain of the guard was also shrinking.

——"Since the princess said this medicine is a good medicine, why have I never seen the regent and the princess drink it? Isn't it specially prepared for us?"

——"Vicious intentions!"

It's not that Shen Yangui doesn't want to drink. Even half a month ago, she could drink two bowls in public, but now she really can't drink it.

She was afraid that if she vomited in public, what was not a problem would become a problem, causing a new round of panic for no reason.

The crowd was furious, and more people came out of their homes and gathered here.

——"The princess keeps saying that she is dedicated to the people. If it is really for our good, then drink it in public."

——"Yes, we can drink, why can't the princess drink?"

——"The princess drinks medicine! The princess drinks medicine!! The princess drinks medicine!!!"

Shen Yangui was forced to have no choice but to fill up a bowl of soup herself, swallowed two mouthfuls of water, gritted her teeth and drank half the bowl, a huge force surged up in her throat, she swallowed it forcefully, gritted her teeth again, and drank the remaining half of the bowl. Go down.

She tipped the medicine bowl upside down. The people's emotions were originally incited by someone with ulterior motives, and now they clearly believed in the princess.

It's just not enough.

Shen Yangui knew that as long as he said a few words, no matter what he said, this farce could stop.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, she felt like vomiting and couldn't speak at all.

"The princess has already taken the medicine in public, what else do you want?"

Mo Chengying stood at the back of the crowd on horseback, watching his wife being forced by the crowd, her heart seemed to be pulled out, and thrown into the firewood pile for roasting.

When the people turned around, he did not dismount and rode forward.

A bunch of thugs!

Bullying good and fearing evil!

He deserves to be buried alive in a pit and burned alive in a village!

The people wanted to live rather than die and took the initiative to give way to both sides.

Mo Chengying walked up to the high platform and stood side by side with Shen Yangui. He put his arm around Shen Yangui's waist and asked, "Qingqing, are you okay?"

Shen Yangui shook his head.

Mo Chengying felt that he was tolerant enough to these common people these days.

He had nothing to say now.

His eyes were coldly scanning the crowd of people in the audience, and he raised his hand and pointed at the one who had raised his arm the most diligently just now.

The captain of the guard flew over and chopped him down in public.

The people screamed and retreated in all directions. The policemen moved from the center to the surrounding areas and quickly drew their swords to surround them.

Mo Chengying pointed again.

The other two soldiers followed the same pattern.

After killing several people in a row, the people became quiet. Thousands of people gathered in the whole street, and there was silence.