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

"Don't think about it!"

Shen Yangui glared at him and wanted to push her away.

"It's not up to you!"

Mo Chengying grabbed her hands and continued silently: We haven’t seen each other for a long time, let’s do the full show.

Shen Qingyue walked slowly, hoping for a turn for the better.

Poshan opened the door and urged, "Second Miss Shen, please come in."

Shen Qingyue looked back reluctantly, only to see the prince's broad back.

The moment the door closed, she heard the dull thud of a large stack of documents falling to the ground, and the crisp sound of porcelain breaking.

"Mo Chengying—you are not allowed to touch me!"

The Yangju Palace was tall and spacious, and Shen Yangui's scream with a crying tone was heard along with the echo.

"You are shameless! Let me go!"

"Please, my lord, I was wrong, I don't want this!"

"I hate you! Mo Chengying, I hate you!"

Shen Qingyue could vaguely hear the prince talking, but she didn't know what he was saying.

There was a ripping sound of cloth being torn in the hall.

She probably guessed what was going on inside.

Shen Qingyue clenched the handkerchief in her hand. She knew that a man like the prince was keen on conquest throughout his life, and he was unwilling to let his dignity as a man be offended by Shen Yangui.

He just couldn't stand Shen Yangui's wildness and wanted her to submit, so he treated her like this.

It's not out of love.

Shen Qingyue tried hard to convince herself, but suddenly stopped.

But the person the prince likes now is me, and the princess he wants is also me. After this New Year and sending away the envoys from neighboring countries, Shen Yangui will be nothing.

How could she allow her man to be with another woman?

"Second Miss Shen?"

Poshan was too impatient to make another trip to the palace, so he suppressed his temper and urged him on.

"Sister is so rude because she loves the prince so deeply. I think..."

Shen Qingyue took advantage of Poshan's inattention, turned around and trotted away, reaching out to push the door and enter the hall.

The old people who often serve are very clear about how far the drama has progressed.

Poshan was so excited that he almost knocked her out with a palm from behind, but fortunately Chunqi and Xia An were quick to act.

The two of them moved a step to the left and right, standing shoulder to shoulder in front of the door.

"No one is allowed to enter without the prince's order!"

The two of them had gloomy faces and spoke in unison, staring at Shen Qingyue and forcing Shen Qingyue to take two steps back.

"I'm just worried about my sister..."

"Snapped--"

There was a crisp sound coming from inside, the sound of a palm falling on the skin.

Shen Qingyue's impoverished life can only be judged by the words in it.

"My Lord, you hit me?"

The prince actually slapped Shen Yangui!

Maybe I was overthinking it. The prince liked me now, so how could he touch her?

Shen Qingyue left with peace of mind.

Chunqi and Xia An saw Shen Qingyue going down the stairs and reminded her at the door.

"My Lord and Princess, the person has left."

"Qingqing, you don't have to endure it anymore."

Mo Chengying took the hand that was blocking Shen Yangui's mouth.

Shen Yangui put his hands behind his back, held by him, and rested his face on the table, watching the inkstone swaying back and forth in his eyes.

She thought that sooner or later there would be a play and she would be the one taking the initiative.

Also let him repeat those embarrassing words he said today.

……

Regarding the rumors about the imperial seal, Shen Yangui asked Qiu Sui to find Chen San yesterday, and deliberately asked the chief steward to assign a specific task to Lu Anyong.

Chen San was in disguise and went to the road that Lu An had to pass early this morning to drink and brag with others, showing off his abilities.

"... How dare you do this to you, son of a bitch?" Chen San patted his chest and said, "I am not talented, I have only three thousand younger brothers in Beijing, as long as you say a word, I promise to make him lose his reputation in Beijing within one day!"

Three thousand is an imaginary number, and Lu Anyong knows it in his heart.

He asked the people at the next table, "Who is the person who is talking?"

The people at the next table only glanced at him, then looked at Lu Anyong again, "Looking at his attire, he must have seldom been around the streets. That guy is a master in the underworld!"

They testified to Chen San's abilities and mentioned several restaurant and bank owners in Beijing during their conversation.

After Chen San left, Lu Anyong followed him all the way and saw many people bowing or nodding to greet him.

Truly a talent.

Lu Anyong took the initiative to hand the matter over to Chen San.

Chen San saw the content of the rumor and said, "If we get caught with this, we'll lose our heads."

"What? Don't you dare?"

"It will cost extra."

Lu Anyong was eager to see the results and put a stack of banknotes in his hand. "After the matter is done, there will be so many more."

Chen San skillfully spread out the banknotes for inspection, then put them against his chest.

"At this time tomorrow, please come over and cash in the remaining money."

Lu An clasped his fists and left. Before leaving, he instructed his men to secretly keep an eye on Chen San. If he dared to run away with the money or do nothing, he should be killed directly.

When he was returning from the street, Shen Qingyue happened to come back from the palace.

Shen Qingyue told him about the situation in the palace.

The news that the prince slapped the princess spread like wildfire.

This forced Shen Yangui to put on extra heavy makeup for the New Year's Eve palace banquet.

On the second day of the Chinese New Year, there is a banquet for all nations.

Mo Chengying appeared in Linde Hall holding Shen Yangui's hand.

The opening speech was the same as in previous years, and the singing and dancing to entertain were the same as in previous years.

Most of the people's attention was not on the food, wine, singing and dancing, but on the new Shatulu people who came this year.

The rumors in the past were all exaggerated, but the description of the Shatulu people in the rumors was still too conservative. They were big and strong, and when they stood up, one of them was worth two Xiachens.

The dress is also unique.

The people of Shaturu do not consider scars to be ugly, they believe it is an honor, so everyone shows their scars.

Shen Yangui saw King Udamahei at a glance.

His head was shaved bald, with a small braid on top. He wore a gold ring on his forehead as a symbol of status, a piece of animal skin draped over his shoulders, and an animal tusk hung around his neck.

There are several scars on his face. The most shocking one is the one that runs diagonally from the left corner of his forehead to the right corner of his mouth, which is called nose dislocation.

Although his smile looked particularly ferocious, Shen Yangui felt that he was somewhat familiar.

His sister Danzhu, although a woman, was also strong and sturdy, with the same hairstyle as men and a noticeable scar on the tip of her ear.

Shen Yangui noticed that there were two axes placed next to the table in front of Danzhu.

She asked her husband in a low voice while drinking and covering her face with her wide sleeves.

"Are you sure you want me to compete with her later?"

Shen Yangui felt that he was not being cowardly, but was making a correct judgment on himself!

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Regarding seeing more than one person giving bad reviews because of the male and female protagonists' d--o-- thing, I still want to explain a few words.

In the ancient context, those in high positions did not regard their servants as human beings. They were just standing lamp posts, beams in the house, and breathing tools.

When you are doing it, there will be someone listening outside and ready to serve you at any time.

It's impossible that if the master needs a handkerchief, he has to open the door naked to ask for it, or shout loudly in the house, right?

Don't make analogies with modern times and say that modern people are not so open-minded. Firstly, there is no analogy and secondly, it has nothing to do with openness.

If the ancients had adhered to martial ethics, there would be no such things as beauty bowls, beauty paper, etc. that are not in line with martial ethics.

And I have said in the introduction and preface that there is a lot of sleep. The author is really sad because of the bad review due to these.

In addition, some people always say that the male protagonist is unclean. I don’t know if I didn’t write it clearly somewhere.

Or has the standard for double cleanliness changed?

But in my personal standards, the male protagonist is C and clean, and his childhood experiences have caused him to have problems with intimate relationships, so he can only accept the female protagonist.

In addition, the heroine told him when they were young that they could only kiss after getting married, so he listened to his wife, and he always kept his word.

So I personally think that there is no such thing as forced double cleanliness.

Of course, it may also be that my expression is not good enough. I have tried my best.

Having said so much, I still hope that the angel baby who likes it will give a five-star praise with words.