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

"Okay~"

Mo Chengying placed the wine cup on the table, "Princess and I are one as husband and wife. Whoever you submit to, you are submitting to Daxia."

His expression was always murky and unclear, and no one knew whether the prince was for the sake of the overall situation and was keeping silent, or had other plans.

"It's just a competition between warriors. Don't let people think that Daxia can't afford to play and has lost the demeanor of a great country."

Mo Chengying walked down the stairs personally and extended his hand to Shen Yangui.

"Thank you for your hard work, my majesty."

The sound is neither too loud nor too soft, making it audible but also unclear.

But the more sincere he was, the more people thought that the prince was smiling with a dagger hidden behind his smile and was going to settle the score later.

The court officials were afraid of saying too much, and being forced into doing something today would only make it possible for Shen Yangui to have two emperors reign over the country, making it a joke for outsiders to watch, so they all kept silent.

After several rounds of singing and dancing, the banquet entered the stage of free toasts.

Envoys from various countries came down from their seats with cups in hand, and officials from the Great Xia court also took the opportunity to visit each other.

People came and went in the Linde Hall in a chaotic but orderly manner.

The Zhao family had no real positions. The most prestigious tutor, Zhao Taifu, was unable to go out because he fell ill in winter. Few people came to the Zhao family's seat. Zhao Qizhen drank dejectedly, but still kept an eye on Shen Qingyue.

After not seeing her for a few days, she seemed much calmer.

She is less lively than before and more dignified.

Hua Shan'er poured a glass of wine for her husband Zhao Qizhen, "Husband seems to be worried tonight?"

Zhao Qizhen and Hua Shan'er came together for profit, and there was no emotional connection between them. He just responded with a "nothing" and put down his wine cup.

At this time, a servant from an official's family came over and whispered a few words to him.

It was snowing outside and someone wanted to invite him to come and see it.

Zhao Qizhen put down his wine glass, went out under the pretext of sobering up, and took many detours to a rockery near the Taiye Lake.

It was getting dark, and Zhao Qizhen was standing in an area without any light.

And in the darker place, a man in a black cloak had his back to him.

"…The prince loved the princess too much in the past, and asked her to cultivate many followers in the court.

The divorced woman of the Cheng family in the Ministry of Rites passed the imperial examination a few years ago. I have read her essay. I cannot say for sure if she will be in the third place in the imperial examination this spring, but she will definitely be a second-class Jinshi."

The speaker's voice sounded a little haggard, and he was quite old, but the body wrapped in the black cloak did not look old at all.

Zhao Qizhen suddenly realized, "No wonder the Ministry of Rites is silent today, it turns out that Minister Cheng's son and daughter both entered the government."

In fact, not only the Ministry of Rites, but also the censors who usually quarreled the most chose to remain silent tonight.

"Let's not talk about the civil officials. The 100,000-man central army can quickly reinforce all the routes. It won't be a problem for the capital to support the king. Now all the troops are in the hands of the princess's father, and the prince's troops are all in the southern border."

Zhao Qizhen continued, "So Shatulu's reckless man called the princess queen in front of Mo Chengying today, and he didn't dare to say a word. He also said that husband and wife are one to restore his dignity. It's simply the biggest joke in the world."

The black cloak was noncommittal: "For now, we need a puppet of our own."

"Your own puppet?"

"Yes, the princess has no children. If Miss Shen can have her own children, our chances of success will be great."

Small things are easier to deal with than old things anyway.

First he made the young prince the emperor, and then he overthrew Mohist because he had come to power illegitimately.

In this way, he can sit firmly on the throne.

He had this idea in mind a long time ago.

When Mo Chengying was helping the young boy Feng Yuqing to become the emperor, he thought, if this young boy could rule the country, why couldn't he?

"But, Second Miss Shen doesn't even have a name..." The small space of the rockery was filled with the smell of alcohol. Zhao Qizhen hesitated, "I don't know how long it will take..."

"Having a child naturally gives you a name."

The man in the black cloak was alert to his surroundings and lowered his voice again, "As long as we sleep together once, the blood in her belly, no matter whose it is, will belong to the prince!"

"This..." Zhao Qizhen was a little scared, "How can this be possible?"

"Why can't this be possible?" The voice of the man in the black cloak was a little dissatisfied. "How do you think Empress Dowager Feng got pregnant in just three months after entering the palace?"

Zhao Qizhen: “!!!”

"I heard that Master Zhao and Miss Shen Er were in love with each other, but because his sister was killed, he had no choice but to separate from Miss Shen Er. I believe that Master Zhao can see by now that what the princess did has nothing to do with Miss Shen Er. She is also a victim. Why doesn't Master Zhao take this opportunity to renew their old relationship?"

To the old fox, the child would ultimately be a dead thing, and it didn't matter who he belonged to.

But if it was Zhao Qizhen's, perhaps he, as a father, would work harder.

The man in black cloak didn't want to stay for long, so he left with a sentence "Opportunities are rare, if you miss them you will lose them", and then left.

The snow has subsided, and lights have been lit by the Taiye Lake.

Zhao Qizhen was almost sober and was about to return to the palace when he happened to meet Shen Qingyue coming out.

He remembered the words of the "Black Cloak" and his courage suddenly swelled. He thought of a way to get Fang Yin away and dragged Shen Qingyue behind the rockery while no one was paying attention.

"What are you doing?"

Shen Qingyue finally shook off his hand, but before she could utter a complete sentence, her lips were sealed.

The north wind was howling and snowflakes flew into her eyes, which were wide open with fear.

Instantly melts into water.

The fire was burning brightly, and little stars were floating up, fighting against the cold air in the crooked head.

In the snowy midwinter, dancers from the Western Regions covered their faces with veils and wore belly-exposing dance costumes. They held rattles in their hands and danced barefoot.

Zhao Qizhen and Shen Qingyue returned to the palace one after the other.

Qiu Sui knelt beside Shen Yangui, put his hand to stop her, and whispered in her ear: "Princess, Miss Shen went out to change clothes and went to the rockery."

Mo Chengying followed his wife's gaze and found that Shen Qingyue's entire head looked like it had been thrown into a furnace and burned, even the tips of her ears were red.

Looking at Zhao Qizhen again, although he was far away, his expression clearly showed that he was very satisfied.

Compared to his initial indifference towards his wife Hua Shan'er, he was now a little more polite.

This is a guilty conscience.

Mo Chengying guessed what was going on at a glance, snorted, and a look of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Although people were moving around during the banquet, there were people watching and recording what each person was doing and who left quietly.

What time did you go out, what time did you come back, and where did you go.

For example, the Imperial Censor Zou Zhengyan went to rest half an hour ago because he was drunk, and the Minister of the Chancellery Cai Chong went to the dressing room and vomited just now and came back...

Cheng Shangshu and his son were both very upright and had offended many people in the court. It was as if a barrier had been set up around them to keep strangers away, and they had sat like two stone statues. On the contrary, the Minister of the Honglu Temple was really able to get along with everyone...

Everything will be sorted out after the banquet and reported to the prince and princess.

Mo Chengying still asked his wife anxiously, "What's wrong?"

"You've already seen it, why are you asking me?"

Mo Chengying could tell she was angry, "Are you still angry with me?"

"Can't I be mad at you?"

Mo Chengying: "..."

He moved his index and middle fingers alternately, quickly walked to her side, and was about to hold her hand.

Shen Yangui raised her hand and waved to Shen Yuanyuan, "Yuanyuan, come here, sister."

Shen Yuanyuan was extremely happy. She walked around from behind Mo Chengying to in front of Shen Yangui and sat in her arms.

"Sister, you are so awesome today, it's really great!"

Mo Chengying looked at Lin'an: Get that person away from me!

Lin'an is not stupid. Anyone who interferes in the affairs between husband and wife will be in trouble.

She turned her face away and used her hand to block the burning gaze.

I can’t see it. I can’t see it. I can’t see anything.

Mo Chengying really wanted to smash the wine cup in his hand on her head: It's of no use at the critical moment!

"Broken Mountain——"

"My lord, what are your orders?"

"Change the bowl for me."

Ever since the prince was in the hunting ground the year before last, the princess has been intentionally controlling his drinking. Last year, he was seriously injured and his vitality was greatly damaged, so the princess has become even stricter.

Poshan knew that the princess was most concerned about the prince's health, so he deliberately said:

"Your Majesty, you are not in good health. You should not drink too much."

Mo Chengying didn't hear what his beloved said, and said angrily: "What if she drinks herself to death? No one loves her anyway."

He picked up the wine jug and poured himself a large bowl of wine.