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

Sang Niu took over the conversation: "I remember you called her Overlord at first, why did you change it later?"

"Hey~"

Wudamohe looked regretful, "Didn't Auntie Xing think it was too conspicuous and didn't allow me to call her that?"

"You also know that Aunt Xing is a living Bodhisattva, Qing..."

Danzhu always felt that the regent's eyes were not right: "Ahem!"

"Qingqing..."

"Cough! Cough!"

Danzhu might have coughed until his throat was hoarse today, and his brother couldn't understand the meaning.

Wudamohe said with some disdain: "This Daxia wine is just like water, how come you choked?"

Danzhu: “…”

Wudamohe continued: "Qingqing's house is a charity and shelter. The whole family rescues people every day. As far as I can remember, there were at least ten children in the yard at the youngest time."

"Once, Qingqing went out to collect herbs and saved a half-dead little mute. Aunt Xing's magic hands brought the boy back to life, and he was able to speak soon. But he doesn't talk much, and he calls Qingqing whenever he has something to do. We thought, isn't this better than Erya?"

Lin'an asked again: "Do you know what Qingqing means?"

"I don't care. If that kid can yell, I can yell too."

"That boy" now has a dark face.

"Not only that, those shameless people in the south are also shouting. If they can shout, I can shout too."

That shameless thing in the south?

Oh~ Helian Jue.

Okay, just based on his Zhang Fei's momentum, I can reluctantly forgive him.

"That boy" took a sip of wine.

Wudamohe looked from Sangniu to Shen Yangui, "We have so many talented people in Yongzhou. Do you think the boy who gave you a nickname at the beginning is also of extraordinary status?"

"That kid" had no intention of revealing his identity.

Sang Niu suppressed her laughter and shook her head, "Who knows?"

Shen Yangui could only laugh it off and said perfunctorily:

"Ah, maybe."

Wudamohe leaned forward and asked seriously, "Do you think that "that kid" could be the King of Beidi?"

"Didn't my brother say that the boy was young?" Danzhu reminded, "The King of Beidi is too old."

"Hmm~" Wudamohe nodded in agreement, "That kid looks a year or two younger than Qingqing. The King of Beidi can be Qingqing's father."

Why am I younger than Qingqing?

Mo Chengying was dissatisfied: "How do you know that "that boy" is younger than Qingqing?"

Wudamohe said sincerely, "He looks like a chick, and he and that shameless guy in the south are a big chick and a small chick."

Compared with the men of Shatulu, Mo Chengying, who was frail and petite at that time, was indeed not very strong.

Wudamohe did not hide his disdain in front of "that boy" and said, "Your Majesty, you didn't see that the two of them put together are not as strong as me, and they follow you around all day long."

You see, some people stay the same from childhood to adulthood, growing proportionally, while some people change really a lot.

I really can't blame you for forgetting me.

Wu Da can't remember himself either.

Under the table, Shen Yangui held Mo Chengying's hand, wanting her husband to be at ease and not be angry.

Wudamohe continued to exert his strength.

"These two are really, oh my, one keeps saying 'sweetheart' to her, the other keeps saying 'sister' to her, I even suspect that they both need help from their lovers when they wipe their butts."

"Cough cough cough..."

Shen Yangui, Mo Chengying, Sang Niu and Lin'an were choked by the wine at the same time.

The coughing was so severe.

Danzhu thought it was because of her brother's indecent words, so she apologized quickly and reminded Wudamohe:

"Brother, we are having dinner, what are you talking about?"

"I'm telling the truth. We are two men after all. One needs to be fed, the other needs to take medicine. Their healthy hands and feet just won't move on their own. Even though that kid doesn't talk all day, the chick who came two years earlier can't compete with him at all."

"That kid, you can't even make a fart after three punches. Normally, no one can hear him when they talk to him. To this day, no one knows his name."

Wudamohe said firmly: "That kid is too cunning, he must be from the north."

Sangniu recalled all the sad things that happened over the years and finally managed to stop herself from laughing out loud.

Danzhu felt that his brother's analysis made sense: "Maybe it's the Prince of Beidi."

"Ok!"

The scar on Wudamohe's face started to rise, and he nodded, "Bring him here."

Mo Chengying no longer wanted to talk, but Sangniu's interest was getting higher and higher.

"What is it for?" she probably thought.

Wudamohe: "There is no emperor in this world who does not have a harem..."

Na, harem, palace?

"That kid" asked with a dark face: "What do you mean?"

Wudamohe was stunned for a moment, "Oh, I forgot..."

Sang Niu was enjoying the fun and asked, "What did you forget?"

Wudamohe glanced at Mo Chengying. He was obviously so excited that he forgot that the Regent was still there and that Shen Yangui was married.

Mo Chengying: "..."

It was still early, and after the banquet, Shen Yuanyuan stayed in the Pepper Palace to play with Princess Jingning. They then went to the Imperial Garden to digest the food and sober up.

Sangniu walked beside Wudamohe, and the two reminisced about the past.

Jiang’s Medical Clinic, Weimeng Mountain, the weakest brother’s words are the most powerful.

They had experienced countless things together during those years and had known hundreds, if not thousands, of people in common, but only a handful of them could be reunited now.

At some point, they brought the topic back to the topic.

When it comes to the war against Nan Chu, they are all martial artists, and they are all pro-war factions.

Shen Yangui thought that with so many people around, perhaps one or two of them could convince her husband.

Then he said, "I would like to lead the troops myself, capture Nan Chu, and use Helian Jue's head as a sacrifice for my Great Xia!"

Mo Chengying wanted to help Shen Yangui get promoted, and everyone present had their eyes open.

As the ruler of a martial country, Wudamohe agreed with both hands, "Expanding the territory is a real achievement. Who in the court dares not to accept it?"

Lin An could guess what her uncle was thinking, and she spoke for him:

"Not to mention the danger of war, the court is about to stabilize, and it is the time to win the hearts of the ministers with achievements. How can I leave?"

When she said "it will be stable", she knew that Shen Yangui planned to deal with the treacherous people in the court before leaving.

"Nan Chu is really hard to deal with, and it's really not appropriate to leave him alone for several years."

Wudamohe thought for a moment, "That boy is very loyal to Qingqing. If we get him, Beidi will be ours, right?"

"Didn't my elder brother say before that it is the best strategy to defeat the enemy without fighting?" Wudamohe spread his hands, "What a good shortcut, don't you think?"

"That's what I said..."

Sang Niu glanced at the Regent in front of her and muttered incoherently: "That kid must be the Northern Di prince, right?"

"Ah? What did you say?" Wudamohe thought she was worried about her strength. "Don't worry, the big chicken will still be a chicken even after a hundred years. He will not be my opponent! Trick him first!"

Mo Chengying suddenly stopped.