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

A brocade box is usually composed of a box body and a lid, and there will always be a gap at the connection.

But when you touch it carefully, you can see that the paint line is uneven, but there is no complete seam.

Shen Yangui reached out and knocked, then held it to his ear and shook it. Afraid that he couldn't hear clearly, he even put it to Mo Chengying's ear and shook it, and asked:

"Did you hear anything?"

Mo Chengying shook his head, "No."

The two martial artists had better hearing than ordinary people, but they did not hear any shaking sound inside.

Shen Yangui weighed it again and put it in Mo Chengying's hand.

"Look at the weight."

The box is not big, but it is very heavy.

"This..." Mo Chengying also weighed it, "This doesn't look like a wooden pier, but more like a stone pier."

"Many woods are very heavy, such as sandalwood, but sandalwood has a special aroma."

Shen Yangui sniffed it and confirmed, "It's wood, but not sandalwood. It should be a tribute wood."

Whatever it is, it must be unusual to be hidden so well.

She pinched her chin, looked at the wooden box, and then at Mo Chengying.

Mo Chengying found her serious look very cute and asked:

"What is your opinion, Your Majesty?"

"I've seen it in ancient books. It's an ancient trick that uses souls as locks and human blood as keys."

"so what?"

Shen Yangui took his hand, raised his index finger, and raised his eyebrows.

"Take a drop of your blood and try it?"

Mo Chengying tapped her forehead with his fingers.

"I usually tell you to study hard, but you always like to hide some idle books under your books. When I go back today, I will throw away all those strange stories and legends of yours."

Shen Yangui looked like a student who was caught sleeping in the classroom by his teacher, with a guilty look on his face, "Don't be like this, I was just joking, why did you take it so seriously?"

Mo Chengying rechecked the situation inside the wooden door and made sure there was nothing else before putting the bookshelf back in place.

"gone."

He saw Shen Yangui holding the brocade box and said, "I'll do it."

"No, no, how can you let your husband do such dirty work? I'll do it."

Shen Yangui showed some flattery on his face, and explained in a flattering manner, saying:

"I usually only peek at some idle books when those old men are talking endlessly. It doesn't delay anything and no one has discovered it. Don't lose it."

Mo Chengying looked at her and said nothing.

"Well, then don't throw away all of them. Can you keep two?"

"Let's go. It's getting late. Let's go back and study slowly."

His smile grew wider and he picked her up sideways.

How could there be someone as perfect as Qingqing in the world?

He is capable of both civil and military affairs, strong and gentle, as sincere as a child and as steady as a mountain in his plans.

God has been so good to me.

Mo Chengying thought, if he died like this, he would have no regrets in this life, right?

The black boots fell on the snow, making a squeaking sound. On the vast white snow, there was a pair of footprints of two people.

Outside the small study courtyard, two lanterns stood on snow pillars, and the candles had not yet been lit.

Poshan and Qingshuang had been waiting for a long time. When they saw their two masters coming out, they immediately let go.

Qing Shuang's eyes were full of life. When she saw the brocade box in Shen Yangui's hand, she immediately stretched out her hands and said:

"Princess, let me take it."

Shen Yangui picked up his spear again these days, and his hands became stronger. He forgot for a moment and naturally handed the brocade box to Qingshuang.

Qingshuang looked at the princess handing it to her with one hand and thought it was just normal. However, as soon as she took it, her center of gravity shifted.

Mo Chengying carried Shen Yangui away, and Qingshuang fell face down in the snow.

Poshan lost his lantern and hurried to help, "What happened to you?"

Qing Shuang's first reaction was to check the brocade box in her arms, "Fortunately, it's not broken."

"You, are you still going to the battlefield? You should be more careful!"

Poshan picked up the brocade box with one hand, held Qingshuang's wrist with the other, carried her on his back, picked up the lantern, and quickened his pace to catch up with the two masters.

Shen Yuanyuan did not go back. She took a nap and played with the little princess again.

Meng Dong, the maid who served the princess, saw her two masters coming back and offered a knife with both hands.

"what?"

Shen Yangui took it and pulled it out to take a look. "It's so sharp. Where did such a dangerous thing come from?"

Shen Yuanyuan immediately replied, "It's mine. It's a gift from the world's number one female general."

"The best in the world?" Mo Chengying glanced at him with a smile, "The best female general in the world is given such a knife? How stingy."

The knife is really not a very good knife.

There is nothing special about the blade, the handle, the materials used, or the forging method.

Shen Yangui looked around and felt a little strange. "Sangniu is not a stingy person, but why would she give Yuanyuan such an ordinary knife?"

A gift is not necessary when meeting someone.

The maids were busy preparing dinner, and people were coming and going in the hall.

"If the thing itself is not valuable, then the meaning of the thing is valuable."

Mo Chengying became interested and took the knife. "Spring Appointment? Spring Appointment..."

A knife with meaning.

Must give it to Yuanyuan.

It must be related to Yuanyuan.

It was her first time meeting Yuanyuan, what relationship could there be between her and Yuanyuan?

Mo Chengying's brain was working at high speed, and he guessed a possibility, a possibility related to his brother.

"Qingqing, look at this handwriting, does it look familiar?"

After her husband asked this, Shen Yangui looked at the three words that had been worn away, "It seems... it seems like my brother's handwriting?"

"Do you suspect that this was given to her by her brother?"

Mo Chengying nodded, "Nine out of ten!"

"Why would my brother give her a knife?"

"Pitch it to his liking."

"Oh?" Shen Yangui frowned, "Sangniu and my brother? A female bandit who robs and robs houses, and a male Bodhisattva who is devoted to justice, how is this possible?"

Shen Yangui thought about his brother's calm, reserved and gentle appearance, which was completely different from the unrestrained Sang Niu.

"You don't know, Sangniu used to dislike my brother, saying that he was indecisive, fussy, and weak, and couldn't stand her punches and kicks."

"And with Sangniu's personality, if she likes brother, she will definitely take him to the mountain to be his wife. It's not like she hasn't done that before."

Shen Yangui thought about it, shook his head, and said firmly: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

"People always feel that they are not good enough in front of the person they like."

"You are just making blind guesses without any evidence."

Shen Yangui still didn't believe it.

"Proof?" Mo Chengying looked at the dagger. "Isn't it enough to carry a worthless dagger with you for so many years?"

Shen Yangui stopped talking.

"For people like General Sang, when they meet true love, it is more difficult to express it. Moreover, my brother is a scholar. One is an official and the other is a bandit. There is a huge gap between them."

"It seems to make sense."

Shen Yangui touched the knife and said, "Sangniu is one of the few people who knows my brother and I's true appearance. We were often together back then. Tell me, does my brother like or hate Sangniu?"

"like."

Mo Chengying said it with certainty.

"Why?"

Mo Chengying tapped the hilt with his finger, "Spring Promise."

"What does this mean?" Shen Yangui didn't understand, "They agreed to meet in the spring?"