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

Qingshuang put on a hairpin with a golden phoenix holding a pearl and hanging pearls on her head, and also a hairpin with a peony flower and pearls.

Po Shan lowered his head and replied, "Yes, Princess. Recently, the shops under the Zhao family have been in trouble one after another. That villa has just been sold. When to dig out the body is up to you, Princess."

"Let's dig it out tomorrow. Once it's dug out, have the Jingzhao Yin go to the Zhao residence and summon Zhao Qizhen back. Just tell him to cooperate with the investigation and don't scare him."

Shen Yangui's fingers brushed across the long tassels over her ears, and the collision of gold and jade made a very subtle sound.

Crisp and sweet.

"Yes, Princess. I will arrange it right away."

Poshan turned around, and just as he passed the flower stand, he turned back, "Princess."

"What else?"

"The prince asked me to remind you, don't forget the important things, the sooner the better."

Shen Yangui glanced at the woman in the bright red pomegranate skirt with gold sprinkles next to her. If it wasn't for him, she should have gone to bed by now. Why would she go through all the trouble of dressing up?

"Got it, let's go."

At the banquet, Cai Chong gave instructions in advance and the court officials toasted Mo Chengying with one glass after another.

Shen Qingyue will play a piece of music today.

The piano sounds melodious and the tune is gentle.

To be fair, she played the piano really well, but it was a pity for Mo Chengying.

Such beautiful piano music should not be mixed with selfish desires.

Mo Chengying had listened to many musicians' performances in his two lifetimes. In terms of skills, there were many who were better than Shen Qingyue, but in terms of emotions——

It has to be Qingqing.

The sound of the konghou itself is very ethereal, and every sound from her fingertips is very clean.

Just like after the rain, the blue sky is free of any impurities, the breath is filled with the sweet scent of grass, and crystal water droplets hang among the grass.

"…Prince? Prince?"

The piano music stopped at some point, Shen Qingyue knelt in front of Mo Chengying, and the audience were talking about how the prince was immersed in Miss Shen's piano music and couldn't help themselves, and they began to praise Shen Qingyue's piano skills.

Mo Chengying originally thought that Shen Qingyue's piano skills were good, but just good, and there was still a long way to go before she could be considered great.

There is no such thing as being intoxicated.

But he couldn't deny anything, so he could only let her sit next to him.

At Zhao Qizhen's suggestion, Shen Qingyue toasted Mo Chengying with one glass after another.

He wasn't drunk, she was drunk first.

Her cheeks are dyed with peach blossoms, and her eyebrows and eyes are as silky as lotus roots.

Because she was drunk, Mo Chengying asked her maid to take her to Cuiweiju, which was next to the water, to take a rest.

The banquet was over and the court officials left. The entire "He Qing Hai Yan" was guarded by guards. Mo Chengying did not bring anyone with him and went to Cuiweiju alone.

"How is your young lady?" he asked Fangyin who was guarding the door.

Fang Yin bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the young lady is still asleep."

"Why are you still sleeping? Have you asked a doctor to check on you?" Mo Chengying was extremely concerned. "Well, go to Langyue Pavilion and get your young lady's things. She will be staying at Cuiwei Residence for the next two days."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Fangyin went to Langyue Pavilion happily.

Cuiweiju has no courtyard wall, just a three-bedroom house.

Zhao Qizhen did not leave, but followed Mo Chengying all the way to Cuiweiju. While he was talking to Fangyin, he hid deep in the grass and trees closest to the bedroom.

The lights in Cuiwei Residence were bright, and the shadow of the golden Qilin on the table was clearly reflected on the window pane.

If you look closely, you can even vaguely see the smoke from the burning.

Before entering the hall, Mo Chengying glanced to the east and saw a faint light coming out of the windows of the bedroom.

There is no movement at all. Qingqing should still remember that she has a husband?

Mo Chengying buried one foot in the bedroom, and before he could react, the slender jade-like fingers had already hooked around his collar.

The tasseled hairpin on the window shadow swayed gently, and she stepped back, taking the prince with her.

squeak-

Song'er and Bing'er reached out to close the door and retreated to the main entrance.

The gold-sprinkled pomegranate skirt swayed with her lotus steps, and under the candlelight, it emitted a little golden light, blurring the human eye.

Mo Chengying was bewitched. As she walked forward with lotus steps, wherever his eyes went, the wide red sleeves with gold edges slid down her skin.

It makes the arms look like new lotus roots, white, tender and juicy.

The thin goose yellow ribbon hangs down naturally, and a large peony woven with dense gold threads blooms vigorously on the chest.

But it was not even a fraction of what was in her eyes.

Mo Chengying swallowed his saliva with a dry throat, "You woke up... why didn't you send someone to tell me?"

The fingers at the collar moved along the collar to the back of the neck, and the cold fingers slid down from the Fengfu point along the skin.

She tiptoed closer, her red lips only a finger's distance away, barely touching his.

The hairs on the tip of the nose have gathered together.

The sound of ten kilograms of Hehuan powder reaching his ears just right.

"If I send someone to tell the prince, will he still come to see me?"

"If you call me, I will come."

Mo Chengying had lost all his soul and spirit, his eyes were not looking anywhere else, his lips were moving forward, but she dodged in time, playing hard to get.

She touched Mo Chengying's face and said, "Your Majesty is drunk. Drink some hot tea to wake up, okay?"

He rubbed his face against her palm, as if he was worried about disturbing her, and cleared his throat very quietly, and then said:

"it is good."

"Your Majesty, please sit down for a moment."

She pushed with both hands gently, her wide sleeves dancing, brushing past his nose, bringing with them a faint fragrance.

Mo Chengying sat down obediently, resting one hand on the table, his eyes following her closely, looking at her greedily.

I couldn't bear to look away for a moment.

The hot tea is ready and placed on the table under the window.

She walked towards the table.

The shadow on the window became clearer and clearer. Zhao Qizhen judged from the movements that Shen Qingyue took out the oil-paper bag from her purse and poured the medicine inside into the teacup.

She looked very nervous, her tassels in her hair kept shaking, and she almost knocked over the teacup when she picked it up.

Zhao Qizhen couldn't help but sneer in her heart: She is just a young lady who lives in seclusion, and she gets so scared by a small thing.

But her ability to seduce people is unexpected.

"Your Majesty."

She offered the tea with both hands.

"The room smells so good."

Mo Chengying glanced at the teacup handed to him, and was not in a hurry to take it. Instead, he hugged the person in his arms and said, "You smell so good too."

"My Lord, the tea has soaked my clothes."

"Which piece of clothing is wet? Let me feel it."

"Your Majesty is so bad, I won't obey you."

She turned sideways, but he turned her back.

"Don't agree? Then I will offer you tea to apologize, okay?"

"How dare I say no?"

Mo Chengying picked up the teacup and drank half of it. His broad palm supported the back of her head and they sipped from each other.

She struggled a little, and the tea flowed down the corners of her lips to her chin, neck, and the area surrounded by her terminalia.

Mo Chengying still felt it was not enough, so he held her up and stood up, then put her on the round table and kissed her along the traces of tea.

The incense burner was beside the table, emitting a slight heat. She didn't dare slouch and supported herself with her elbows.

As the water flowed past, she slowly raised her head.

Peonies are falling.

Mo Chengying was immersed in the land of tenderness, picking flowers and sucking nectar.

Although she was completely covered by Mo Chengying's large body, it did not prevent Zhao Qizhen from looking at the Regent's back and using her imagination.

Sure enough, the more dignified and reserved a woman appears on the surface, the more unruly she becomes when no one is around.