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

"guess?"

Last time, she relied on a fragrant pill and a performance list to guess that Tang Ru wanted to assassinate her.

What did you see again this time?

Mo Chengying was so curious that he asked Shen Yangui to know the answer.

Shen Yangui then started to talk to him, "Does the husband want to keep someone else?"

"I just don't want them to criticize you or plot against you, that's all, Lu'e——"

Lu'e took two steps forward and said, "My servant is here."

Mo Chengying: "Qin Xiang stayed safe, let her go back to her yard, and told her not to cause trouble in the future."

Shen Yangui added: "Concubine Wan is injured. Let her go back to Cuilangxuan to recuperate. There is no need to rush to thank her. We will wait until the injury is healed."

Mo Chengying emphasized specifically: "If anyone else dares to ask for help, they will be whipped twenty times and thrown out!"

"Yes, Prince and Princess."

Lu E asked Feng Wanyan and Qin Xiang to leave, who were kneeling at the door.

Shen Yangui then said: "Husband, do you still remember Ziwu and Zilu?"

Mo Chengying nodded.

"Husband, you can check the peach red."

It is suspected that Taohong was also sent by the Queen Mother to monitor Feng Wanyan.

Mo Chengying could understand what Shen Yangui meant, "My Lord said that Mrs. Feng often beat and scolded her maids. You don't seem to offend Ziwu and Zilu."

In her previous life, Shen Yangui had been living in the Snow Cottage. There used to be other maids in the courtyard, but they were later transferred away by Liu Qingqing, leaving only three dowries. Any good things in the courtyard would be taken over by Ziwu and Zilu, and even Shen Yangui's moon silver will be deceived and robbed.

Tao Hong would never dare to do these things.

"It's different. Previously, everyone thought that husbands like bold and aggressive little girls. Feng Wanyan naturally has to be more arrogant and domineering if she wants to attract her husband's attention."

Shen Yangui just put herself in another person's shoes, "If Taohong is 'Qingshuang', the personal maid they grew up with, Feng Wanyan is probably reluctant to touch, so it can only be 'Purple Mist and Zilu'."

"Having said that, how come you don't know that she is naturally unruly and willful?"

Maybe it was the sincerity in her eyes when she said "Wake up, substitute princess", or maybe it was the plain silver bracelet on her wrist that didn't match her character.

Or maybe Feng Wanyan really likes the regent and is really a arrogant young lady. It's just that she thinks too much of others and thinks too much.

The only thing that was certain was that keeping her would save him a lot of trouble.

Shen Yangui blinked his eyes, gently pushed Mo Chengying with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "It's just a guess. There is no solid evidence at all. The prince insisted on asking me, so I said it."

After saying that, she took her hand back and shook it herself first.

It was snowing again outside, and Mo Chengying promised to teach Shen Yangui how to read and write, and he kept his word.

For several days in a row, he did not go to court, declined guests, and even asked Poshan to send memorials to Junlinyuan instead of going to the front yard.

He stayed in Junlinyuan every day and concentrated on being her master.

The study has a view window, a huge full moon glass, facing the corner of the back garden, which not only blocks wind and heat, but also does not block the skylight.

There was originally only a tall desk under the window, but now there is one.

It's the middle of winter, and outside the window there are dead branches leaning horizontally, or snow falling, or a clear sky.

Mo Chengying taught Shen Yangui how to write step by step, introducing her in detail the key points of each stroke, and also broke apart the Four Books, Five Classics, and historical classics to teach her.

But after a few days, he found that although her Qingqing could recite poems and memorize lyrics, she was not very interested in it. When it came to the art of war, she would draw inferences from one instance and talk eloquently.

While Shen Yangui was concentrating on practicing calligraphy, Mo Chengying was handling official duties on another desk.

After approving the memorial, he propped up his chin and looked at his Qingqing.

He remembered that when he was in Yongzhou, other little girls were drinking at the player's house. Xiao Yangui stood on the haystack, holding up a long stick, ordering soldiers, generals, kings and prime ministers, saying that in the future, he would rule the world immediately with a horizontal sword.

The idea of ​​​​returning to power, which he had been determined to do since his rebirth, seems to be wavering now.

Shen Yangui put down his pen and was about to check the results with his master when he looked up and saw him looking at him.

She immediately brought the calligraphy treasure, placed it in front of Mo Chengying, and said happily: "Husband, please help me take a look. Have you made any progress in the past two days?"

Shen Yangui had talent and foundation, so she naturally learned quickly. Mo Chengying looked at each of them and praised her generously.

"Husband, aren't you trying to coax me?"

"The power penetrates the back of the paper, and the flowing clouds and flowing water are not like the words of the daughter's house in the boudoir. It has already begun to give a sense of the majesty of the mountains and rivers."

Shen Yangui was elated, "If your husband says this, I will take it seriously! I will be proud!"

She picked up one of her calligraphy paintings and admired it. She glanced at Mo Chengying's calligraphy from the corner of her eye and looked at him suspiciously, "Are you bragging?"

Mo Chengying was wronged: "How could I boast?"

"You taught me, so the words you write are naturally very similar to what you wrote." Shen Yangui looked at it carefully, "Look, these lines of clouds, flowing water, and majestic mountains and rivers are all about you."

She pouted her little mouth and said, "It's enough to praise yourself and say that I don't look like my daughter's family. What do I look like if I don't look like my daughter's family?"

"Like a general."

"There is no distinction between male and female professions. A general can also be a daughter." Shen Yangui raised his chin and said with pride on his face, "Didn't your husband forget? There are also female bandits in Yongzhou who rob the jade-faced scholar to be the village prince. "

"Yes." Mo Chengying held her in his arms smoothly, "I remember you are quite familiar with her."

"Yes, yes, she covets our wound medicine. I admire her sword skills. Isn't the Eighteen Peak Breaking Styles very powerful? She created it, and that's why I understand it so well."

Shen Yangui said with excitement, "Our dream at that time was to give all the gentlemen in the world a family."

Mo Chengying's hands tightened, "What did you say?"

Shen Yangui knew he had made a mistake, "I, I said our dream is to give all homeless people a home."

As she spoke, she nodded deeply and affirmed sincerely.

"When was that?"

"About seven or eight years old."

Mo Chengying said in a dangerous tone: "You remember the seven or eight-year-old female bandit, but you forgot all about me who was eight or nine years old?"

Shen Yangui: "..." Just keep talking, why do you want to trick me?

"When I was seven or eight years old, she was already fourteen or fifteen years old. You don't know, she had three of them when she was fourteen or fifteen years old..."

Shen Yangui compared three fingers and saw Mo Chengying frowning and looking at him with an expression of "You continue", so he changed the word "Mr." to "Three hills."

Mo Chengying reached out and pinched Shen Yangui's chin, "You are so envious."

"Well, it's not envy." Shen Yangui took his hand away and explained seriously, "It's okay for people who have the opportunity to envy me, but I don't have the chance, so what do I do with envy? No need, absolutely no need."

"Humph, I've wronged you."

"No grievance."

Before Shen Yangui could finish saying "not wronged", he was hugged by Mo Chengying and sat on the table.

"The study is an important place, and there are sages and sages standing three feet above your head. The prince respects himself."

When she was about to come down, Mo Chengying pushed her left leg to the left, stood forward, and said:

"It's not like we haven't done anything in Ao'an a few days ago. All the sages in ancient times have been lonely, so it doesn't hurt to let them gain some knowledge. Why should Madam be stingy?"

Shen Yangui was speechless, "You..."

"Me?" Mo Chengying's upper body leaned forward, "Madam, are you blaming your husband? Also, if it weren't for my husband's incompetence that makes madam hungry, why would madam need to worry about other people's rations?"

He continued to move forward, "It's still old food."

"The conscience of heaven and earth..."

Shen Yangui leaned back and put his hand on his chest, or perhaps used his strength to support him.

It's a pity that the laces on the clothes have no support and will fall apart as soon as they are pulled.

In the blue collar, the red pomegranate on the bellyband is plump due to the terrain, and is looming.

"Conscience? As a husband, I want to see where Madam's conscience lies?"

Mo Chengying's fingers moved down inch by inch along the loose collar.

"In the past two days, my husband has watched my wife focus on practicing calligraphy day and night. I feel sorry for her, but I don't want to pay less for the ration, which makes my wife have thoughts that she shouldn't..."