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

"Princess, when I came back, I saw Zhao Qizhen passing by."

Poshan has returned, and Chunqi is still there with the secret guards, guarding and watching over him. He will report back as soon as possible about the follow-up.

Shen Yangui waved his hand and said, "You are tired today, go down and have a rest."

"Thank you, Princess, and thank you, Your Majesty."

"Let Qingshuang go back too."

"Yes, princess."

Qingshuang was the princess's personal maid, so she had her own room in the palace and in the prince's mansion.

She didn't have to go back home tonight. Poshan saw that it was still early and pulled her out of the palace.

"I was out on errands a few days ago and took a look at a few courtyards. They were all very nice.

I know you can't leave the princess. The three courtyards at the foot of the imperial city are close to the palace, making it convenient for you to enter the palace at any time.

There is another place further away, where there is a natural hill in the garden with pavilions and towers, which is very elegant.

I don’t know what you like, so we’ll buy both of them. If you like anything else, we’ll buy more.”

As the first close guard beside the Regent, Poshan had a high salary and received many rewards.

He usually ate and lived in the palace, and even his clothes were made by the palace. He did not spend any money, and he saved all his salary and rewards. Now it was easy for him to buy a few houses.

"Looking around the world, is there any house that can compare to the Prince Regent's Palace?"

Qingshuang felt that he didn't know how to live, "spending money recklessly!"

"No matter how good the palace is, I still want to give you a home." Poshan looked around and saw that there was no one around. He took Qingshuang's hand and added, "A home for both of us."

"Our home?"

It was the first time that Qingshuang thought about "the two of us" without the princess.

"Yes! Our home!"

Bang - bang!

Fireworks exploded, lighting up half the sky.

There was no light in the Pepper Room, and the night wind came in through the window panes. Shen Yangui took off her hairpins and rings, put on a lake-blue silk pajamas, and lay on the couch with Mo Chengying.

The two of them enjoyed the long-lost peace.

Mo Chengying's role tonight has not yet ended, so his hair has not been untied and his clothes have not been changed.

"If you let Qingshuang go back, who will save me, your husband, from the quagmire?"

"My dear husband, who told you to say 'I know what's going on'? You know what's going on. Even if you can't punish Qing Shuang, you can't let her hang around in front of you. Otherwise, according to your temper, if you don't find a reason to punish her, it will be a flaw."

Shen Yangui continued, "Qianfan is smart and Wanchun is brave, they will never let my husband suffer any loss."

Mo Chengying naturally would not let himself suffer any loss, so he touched her belly.

"You just said you were pregnant, and I almost believed it."

But after calculating the time she mentioned, they were so busy with government affairs during those days that they had no time to be together at all. It was simply impossible for them to be together. Only then did she come to her senses.

"Other husbands are overjoyed when they know their wives are pregnant, but why are you so worried?"

Mo Chengying has decided to let her go south to conquer Chu.

Fighting is a hard job.

The current situation is unstable and war may break out at any time.

Not to mention that she was pregnant and it was inconvenient for her to go into battle. Even if she had just given birth to a child, how could he bear to let her risk her life without resting for two or three years?

Mo Chengying specially tailored a complete training program for her, including kung fu and military tactics, so that she could adapt to the war in advance and better deal with various emergencies.

He wants to make sure his beloved goes and comes back.

So at this time, what his lover should do most is to keep fit, rather than getting pregnant, having children and exhausting herself.

Mo Chengying hugged her tighter, "That naughty little Yu'er is restless in your belly. It's only been a year since you gave birth to her, and your body hasn't recovered yet. How can you get pregnant so soon?"

Shen Yangui was surprised and asked, "You were outside the city at that time, how did you know that Yu'er was restless?"

"How should I know?" Mo Chengying rubbed his chin against her face, "I'm her biological father, I'm very smart."

When Qingshuang and Poshan were writing letters, they drew clear little hands and feet on the round belly.

Aren’t they his wife and daughter?

When Mo Chengying thought of separation, reluctance rose in his heart, and he reiterated:

"I was reborn just for you. Yu'er is already an extra blessing. There is no need to have another son."

"I also don't want my children to kill each other for power and status like my brothers did."

"Just think of it as doing it for Yu'er, so that she can peacefully take over your throne in the future, and also so that those old ministers will give up their hopes and no longer have to worry about it."

Hearing him talk about rebirth again, Shen Yangui began to feel regretful. She turned over and leaned on his chest, saying:

"It's a pity that we missed our whole life just because of a misunderstanding."

"Blame me, blame me. If I hadn't been so stupid and recognized her even though I knew it was wrong, I would have been just as happy in this life as in the past."

Lake-colored silk slid down the couch.

Shen Yangui said: "That may not be the case. Everything in this world is destined. If there is no mistake, there will be no forced marriage by the little emperor. Even if you and I were to start over again in this life, we may not be able to find each other."

That seems to be the case.

Mo Chengying was sighing when he suddenly felt his waist loosen, his clothes half-removed, and a cool breeze brushed across his skin.

Snow-capped mountains cover the plains.

Purple jade meets each other.

Mo Chengying held her face and kissed her hard, "Don't make trouble, you still have to go see Shen Qingyue later."

Shen Yangui refused to listen and moved gently, with Zi Yuzhu flicking against Zi Yuzhu.

"After the fireworks are over, all the officials will leave one by one. Zhao Qizhen must have a lot of questions to ask her. She still needs to go from the Linde Hall to the Fu'an Palace. Calculating the time, I think she will make it in time for three trips."

Mo Chengying didn't like to hear this.

"Am I a blue horse? So fast?"

"Who knows? Your Majesty, prove it to me."

Shen Yangui's voice was lazy, delicate and pretty.

The young prince stood up and waved to the young princess.

Mo Chengying exhaled, slid his head off the porcelain pillow, and buried his face between the two mountains.

"If you continue like this, I won't go to see her tonight?"

Shen Yangui moved down, pinched his chin, and asked, "How did I force you in my previous life? Like this?"

She was a good person to the end and sent the little prince home easily.

There was a gorge on the mountain road, he grunted and waited with bated breath.

Long time no see.

The little prince did not enter the hot spring and was completely wrapped in the warmth.

The yellow pear wood carved couch made no sound, but the sounds in the dark night never stopped.

As the fireworks show drew to a close, it was as if a black fire storehouse had been ignited, with huge fireworks competing with each other, rising one after another, spreading out in an endless stream, majestic and passionate.

Thousands of threads of light fell from the sky.

The sound stopped.

The princess's first birthday banquet officially ended and all officials evacuated in an orderly manner.

A dark shadow flew from the direction of Linde Palace towards Jiaofang Palace.

"Your Highness, Princess, Chunqi is back." Qiu Sui reported from outside the curtain.

"pass."

Qianfan and Wanchun brought in hot water.

The lights were turned on in the hall. Shen Yangui casually put on a piece of clothing and lay on the couch, the red on his face still not fading.

She watched her husband wash and comb his hair again, sighed, picked up the wedding clothes on the ground, and patted them with her hands.

That sigh was clearly meant for himself to hear - he knew he was being wronged!

Chunqi reported what happened after the prince and princess left from outside the curtain, "...Mrs. Zhao went to the stage."

"Hmm?" Shen Yangui asked curiously, "Zhao Qizhen wasn't the first one to go to the stands?"

"To answer your question, Princess, he did want to go, but he was dragged to a dark place and his wife Hua Shan'er went up."

"Interesting, keep going."