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

The silver bottle was broken and the cavalry rushed out.

People who practice martial arts have good hearing.

Poshan used to have no distracting thoughts and was able to ignore these voices without blushing or getting nervous.

But now it’s different. He is in love, has someone in his heart, and is full of vigor and vitality. It is inevitable that he will have wild thoughts after receiving these “stimuli”.

He dismissed the people in the yard and sat alone in the porch, trying to think of something else to divert his attention, but no matter what he thought of, it would turn into blue frost.

In this way, there is more inexplicable energy in the body.

Poshan opened his mouth slightly and exhaled, adjusting his breathing.

Qing Shuang ran back to the courtyard with brisk steps. The guards at the door did not stop her. "Why are you alone? Where are the others? It's time for dinner."

With three layers of gauze curtains and two doors, the prince and princess's room is not small, so even if there is any sound coming from inside, it will be minimal.

Qingshuang was careless and couldn't hear it.

Poshan wanted to speak to stop her from knocking on the door and asking questions, but he hadn't spoken for a long time and his throat was dry, so he reached out and held Qingshuang's arm.

"Don't."

Qingshuang turned around, glanced at his hand, then looked up and saw that his face was a little red.

"Are you feeling unwell? Are you ill?"

She reached out and touched his forehead considerately.

Poshan grabbed her wrist and said in a low voice, "Don't touch me!"

Qing Shuang snorted and pulled back her hand, "What's the big deal? Who wants to touch you? I'm going to tell the princess that my lady is back."

Poshan didn't know where he got the courage from. Not only did he not let go of her hand, but he pulled her over and pressed her against the pillar.

He pressed one hand on her shoulder, his heart pounding against his chest, his beating visible even through her clothes.

"Shuang'er, I, I think..."

"Why are you acting so strange? Are you tired from going out today?"

"Are we together?"

Qing Shuang smiled sweetly and nodded repeatedly, "Of course."

"Then I, I..."

He hesitated for a long time. Qingshuang was impatient and couldn't wait any longer. "You? What?"

Poshan looked at her tenderly, "Can I?"

Qingshuang was slower than others in this regard. If she tried to beat around the bush, she wouldn't understand a word you said. "Can..." what?

She hasn't finished yet.

He just took it as an okay and leaned in to kiss her.

Separated by a door, each has its own warmth in spring and fire in June.

As the softness touched, Qingshuang's eyes opened wider and wider, the wider they opened, the less clear she could see the person in front of her. Her breathing was only in and not out, and she gradually held her breath.

Many images flashed through my mind and many sounds filled my ears.

It was the princess who cried and said no on the wedding night, and it was the prince who leaned over and kissed the princess under the candlelight.

Behind the layers of gauze curtains were hugs and ups and downs that she had never seen before.

She even saw the faces of the two people. They should be the prince and princess, but the person lying on his back inexplicably turned into herself. When she looked closely again, the person leaning over was Poshan.

At this moment, all the images were shattered and the sound became a buzzing sound.

Qingshuang's mind went blank. She could see nothing and hear nothing.

Only the back of the clothes moved upwards along the pillar, and the feet left the ground.

It seems that some abilities are innate.

Even if you have never been exposed to it, when you want to know it, the skill will naturally enter your brain without the need for anyone to teach you.

Especially men.

Poshan did not let go. He moved his knees up and slowly raised his head. His hand instinctively fell in front of her. Just as he was about to exert force, he heard the guard at the door salute.

"Meet the Captain of the Guards."

"Why are you outside?"

"Lord Poshan is guarding inside."

A trace of clarity entered his mind, and reason told Poshan that it was time to stop, but Qingshuang did not refuse, and he really couldn't bear to interrupt.

What's more, the two masters inside will not stop easily.

Poshan put one hand around Qingshuang's back and supported the back of her head.

The captain of the guards stepped into the courtyard.

Poshan stretched out his other hand from the porch pillar and waved his finger, signaling him to leave.

The captain of the guard stopped.

The vermilion lacquered column blocked Qingshuang. Although the captain of the guards could not see anyone, he was not so stupid as to think that Poshan was holding onto the column and releasing him.

"Good boy, you are getting bolder and bolder."

The chief guard tactfully withdrew and specifically instructed the two people at the door not to let anyone in.

Eventually, Qingshuang couldn't hold on any longer, she couldn't catch her breath, her head was dizzy, and her whole body was like a dough ball, leaning limply against him, without any strength left.

“Shuang.” Poshan almost shouted out loud. He held her down and said softly, “Shuang’er, are you okay?”

Qingshuang almost became the first woman in Daxia to die from suffocation from a kiss. She held him with one hand and took deep breaths.

When her mind became clearer, she turned around and saw Poshan, and her face began to heat up uncontrollably.

"say something."

Poshan had limited life experience, and didn't quite understand what was wrong with Qingshuang. His ears were red, and his voice was filled with pity, helplessness, and infinite worry when he asked questions.

Qingshuang glanced at him, her eyes falling on his lips, her eyes a little flustered, "No, it's okay, tell the prince and princess that the lady is back and dinner is ready."

She pushed the broken mountain away, lowered her head and ran away, then she ran down the stairs and came back, blushing and whispering:

"Don't tell the princess what happened just now."

"Why should I?" Poshan glanced at the door and lowered his voice, "Why should I tell others?"

He couldn't help wanting to hold her hand. When their fingertips touched, Qingshuang seemed to be on fire. As she retracted her hand, her expression darkened. "I'm going to find Lu'e."

She ran away again.

Poshan looked at the direction where Qingshuang left, his lips curved, "What a little fool, how could I tell the princess about such a thing?"

"Qingshuang is afraid of pain. Let's have a child in the future. What should we name him? Let the prince choose one, and let him take Qingshuang's surname."

He leaned against the pillar, holding the knife and grinning foolishly all night.

After breakfast the next day, the captain of the guards came to report what happened yesterday.

"When I went there yesterday, the pawnshop owner said the jade pendant was not in the shop, and the earliest I could get it was today."

Sounds like stalling for time.

But A'niang didn't show him what the jade pendant looked like, so even if she delayed, he might not be able to take it out.

Shen Yangui couldn't figure out his motive for doing this, so he didn't say anything.

Mo Chengying asked, "What was the hunter's reaction?"

"He was very anxious. He grabbed the shopkeeper's collar and said that he had known him for so many years and trusted him, so he placed the item in his shop. The shopkeeper also said that he knew the importance of the item." The chief guard paused. "It looked like it was really stolen by someone, but the shopkeeper promised that he would help him find the person and get the jade pendant back."

In fact, at this point, Shen Yangui was already certain that the man was his uncle Jiang Congrong, at least all the evidence was complete.

"General Shen came to see my wife last night."

It was all about the jade pendant. It was indeed the same pawnshop. The hunter did not lie. He was Jiang Congrong.

Jiang Peirong hesitated all night and didn't sleep, and only went there this morning to recognize her relatives.

After hearing this, Mo Chengying raised his hand to signal the chief guard to leave, "Qingqing, what are you thinking now?"

Shen Yangui picked up a memorial, opened it and closed it again.

"From a blood and emotional perspective, I should take him back, but reason is stopping me. I always have a feeling that he is related to the bandits in Qifeng Village."

"The big boss?"

"Yes, I have no doubt that he is my uncle. After all, the scars from years of age cannot be easily faked, but I am worried that he is the big boss."

Shen Yangui put down the memorial and looked at Mo Chengying seriously, "I'm afraid he will take advantage of the fact that he recognizes me as his sister to get close to you and kill you."