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

Shen Yangui did have a guess in her mind, but it was so ridiculous that even she couldn't believe it.

So she didn't answer, just nodded and shook her head.

Wen Chuanbai understood what she meant, stood up and took two steps back, clasped his hands in his fists and said, "Wei Chen and the princess... are the same."

Why is it the same?

Mo Chengying hated this kind of tacit understanding because he couldn't understand it.

The unknown fire was ignited, and now he really wanted Wen Chuanbai to be "the same" as the princess.

"Wei Chen's medical skills are shallow. I boldly speculate that it should be because the prince loves the princess."

He added: "Thanks to the great blessings of the prince and princess, the epidemic situation in the city has improved significantly recently. However, it is still in a critical period and supervision is not possible. I have to resign."

Wen Chuanbai went out carrying a small medicine box.

Mo Chengying was confused: "He just left like that?"

"Ah."

Shen Yangui nodded, "If I'm going to leave now that I've finished reading, is it possible that the prince still wants to keep someone for dinner?"

"Is he here to see me or you?"

"Are you jealous again?"

"Jealous? Are you kidding? How could I be jealous?" Mo Chengying picked up the tea cup, his eyes wandering, "I just saw that he didn't even prescribe a prescription. I'm afraid that he has been Zhizhou for a long time and has forgotten how to take a pulse. "

Speaking of this, Mo Chengying was able to say, "I can't even feel the pulse for that long."

"It's just, it's rare. I thought it was novel, so I kept playing with it for a while."

"How novel can it be?" Mo Chengying put down the tea cup, "It's not unprecedented. It can be written into medical books, right?"

"almost."

Shen Yan was about to say something when a figure passed by the window, so she informed him.

After hearing this, Mo Chengying couldn't close his mouth in surprise.

He blurted out: "How is that possible?"

Song Sanniang stood at the door holding a tray, "I would like to inform the prince and princess that the daughter of the people has newly cooked porridge, two side dishes, and some newly pickled side dishes. Please taste them."

"Come in." Shen Yan returned.

Song Sanniang put the porridge on the table, and Shen Yangui reached for the empty bowl. Song Sanniang was very agile and got there first.

"The princess is pregnant now, so I'd better let a common girl do this little thing."

As she spoke, she stirred the large spoon to mix the rice soup in the porridge evenly. As the heat rose, the aroma of new rice wrapped with a faint smell of minced meat penetrated into people's nostrils. There was no oily feeling at all, but it made people feel refreshing and sweet.

The smell alone makes one's index finger tickle.

Shen Yangui swallowed.

Mo Chengying also swallowed.

The difference is that one is hungry and the other is suppressing vomiting.

Song Sanniang filled a bowl, and Pingting walked gracefully, then squatted down and served the porridge bowl with both hands.

"Please have a meal, Your Majesty."

Qingshuang saw that the prince had stayed in the courtyard these days and Song Sanniang was getting smarter and smarter. If she dared to snatch the bowl from the princess's hand today, would she have to rush to change the prince's clothes tomorrow?

what?

Considering that her princess has a good temper, do you want to get in between the princess and the prince?

Do you think you are dead?

Qing Shuang couldn't stand it, and just when she was about to shout back, Shen Yangui raised his hand to tell her to step back.

A woman's affairs must be handled by the prince himself in order to sort them out. She is a princess, not a concubine.

After all, Song Sanniang had no experience in serving people in a deep house, and her eyesight was still a little weak after all. When she saw the prince taking the porridge from her hand, she immediately started to introduce how to make the porridge.

"The girl saw that the prince had a poor appetite recently, so she specially added minced ginger to the porridge. The water for cooking the porridge was a spring brought down from the mountain. She soaked it..."

Shen Yan heard Song Sanniang talk about how to do it just to relieve his boredom. If Mo Chengying had such leisure, he would only talk to himself. There was no need for Song Sanniang to come and buzz in his ears.

He didn't listen to Song Sanniang's introduction, and he didn't notice the new hairpin on her temples at all. Instead, he glanced at the new begonia on her nails.

He couldn't help but frown.

I always feel that the gaudy colors contaminate the food.

Thinking about it like this, the porridge in my mouth immediately aroused my resentment.

"vomit--"

After days of nausea, Mo Chengying's yellow bile water was almost out of stock.

He couldn't eat it, and the sight of the dazzling kodan made him even more annoyed.

"Bam—"

Mo Chengying threw the bowl on the table, "Who allowed you guys working in the kitchen to act like this? You didn't even cut your nails. Have you washed away the mud inside?"

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty, please forgive me. The daughter of the people knows her fault."

Song Sanniang put her head on the ground, her face was burning, and she clenched her hands into fists, not daring to show any nails.

"Okay, you go down."

Shen Yangui spoke, Song Sanniang thanked her and left quickly.

As soon as they arrived at the door, they vaguely heard the princess saying: "My dear husband, be obedient and take off your clothes and lie down on the bed."

Her body was shaken. The prince was already so ill. As a wife and a doctor, the princess didn't want to diagnose and treat the prince, but she still... was ridiculous.

Isn't this squeezing the prince?

Did the princess forget that she was still pregnant?

Not virtuous at all.

So the virtuous woman cut her nails obediently, and while washing her hands, she began to think about how to improve her cooking skills.

After all, cooking is her biggest bargaining chip compared to the princess.

But these days she has already used all her housekeeping skills, what else can she do?

Song Sanniang thought of the bottle of secret material from the Western Regions that Feng Yuqing gave her, saying it was a wonderful thing that could help her become the regent's concubine.

She went to the kitchen again.

In the main courtyard room.

Shen Yan put away the needle and asked, "Do you feel better?"

"Much better." Mo Chengying sighed, "At least I don't keep vomiting sour water anymore."

Shen Yangui couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I should have treated you a long time ago, but the disease has changed too much. I was not sure before. I was afraid that the injection would disturb the disease and delay the disease. There is no need to worry now."

Mo Chengying still found it unbelievable, "How can a man be unhappy?"

"The world is so vast and full of wonders. Didn't Wen Zhizhou also say that maybe the prince loves the princess too much?"

Shen Yangui kissed his lips, touched his face and said, "You have to bear the pain for me."

Mo Chengying lay down inside, patted his side, and motioned for Shen Yangui to lie down.

"Get up and eat."

Mo Chengying pulled her sleeves and looked at her pitifully, "Let me hold her for a while."

Shen Yangui had no choice but to rely on him.

Mo Chengying hugged her and leaned into her arms, "It's really hard to be pregnant. If you vomit like this for days, your body will definitely be overwhelmed. Fortunately, I, a rough martial artist, can bear it."

His hand touched Shen Yangui's belly, "It would be fine if I felt the pain for you when you gave birth to the baby."

When the couple was in deep love, the captain of the guard hurriedly entered the hospital and reported through the landscape screen:

"Your Majesty, Princess, there were a group of children passing by on the street just now, and there was this one in the yard."