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

It's a pity that Shen Yangui's belly doesn't give him any face, like a disobedient child, crying and clamoring for food.

The wedding night is a physically demanding night, and the bride may not be able to hold on if she doesn't eat enough.

For the sake of the long term, Mo Chengying held her hand, took a step forward, and pulled her to the table.

Shen Yangui said that he had simply cooked two dishes and looked at a large table full of them.

It's great to be a prince.

It's winter, so it's hard to see green in the palace, but right now there are three or four green leafy vegetables on the table, as well as thick white stewed chicken soup, grilled lamb chops that are sizzling with oil, and... she has seen before A dish I have never seen before.

Is it a deprivation meal?

Others say, "If you die under peonies, you can be a ghost and live happily." Shen Yangui thinks, "If you die under a delicious table, you can be a ghost and be happy."

She didn't come from an unruly family, so she knew better than to take action on her own at this time.

Waiting for the maid to serve the dishes.

Mo Chengying raised his hand, took the spoon himself, and filled her a bowl of porridge.

"If you've been hungry for such a long time, you should first pacify your stomach - eating too much at night is not good for your health, so I don't dare ask the kitchen to cook more. The nine meats and nine vegetables mean that we will last forever."

It was probably because the candlelight was too gentle, which made his face a little more kind, especially when paired with this tender voice, it was really hard to imagine that this was the murderous regent.

Shen Yangui nodded, "Okay!" This porridge is so delicious!

"What's that?" she asked.

"The chef from Jiangnan made it, squirrel mandarin fish. I ate it quite well and thought you might like it."

Mo Chengying didn't like sweet dishes, but they were rare in Beijing. He thought that since she was very curious since she was a child, she would be willing to try them, "You try it."

He picked it up himself and fed it into her mouth.

"Mandarin fish? This is so delicious-" The delicious food made Shen Yangui temporarily forget the rules and opened his mouth to eat the fish, "It's delicious."

Because she had eaten enough radish and cabbage at the Shen Mansion, she ate around without touching the cabbage soup. It was Mo Chengying who saw that she had almost eaten and served her a bowl.

She was embarrassed to offend him and wanted to take a perfunctory sip. Who knew that the cabbage soup in the Prince Regent's Palace was completely different from the one in Shen's Palace.

Stunning!

The maid next to her saw the curiosity in Shen Yangui's eyes and took the initiative to explain:

"This dish was made by cooks from Shu. It looks like plain water, but it is actually made with chicken, duck, ham, ribs, scallops and other ingredients. Then minced chicken is filled with fresh soup to absorb impurities. This is repeated three times. , until the color of the soup is clear and refreshing."

Where is the cabbage soup?

Shen Yangui felt that he had eaten as much chicken, duck, and fish as in previous years that night.

The decapitated rice is so delicious.

A table full of fresh food from all over the world was cooked by chefs from all over the world.

I hope that I will be reincarnated in the next life and be a traitorous minister, with endless money to spend, eating well and drinking hot food every day, and sending anyone who is unhappy to the Naihe Bridge.

It's good to have a good time regardless of the life and death of others.

Shen Yangui rinsed her mouth, thinking that her life was about to end, she boldly requested:

"My lord, I can't finish all of these. Can you let my Qingshuang take a few bites later?"

Qingshuang swallowed next to her.

Mo Chengying nodded, "Get out."

The maids fetched water and helped the two masters wash themselves.

It’s time to get to the most important part.

Mo Chengying ordered the charcoal fire to be removed, and then took her to the bed.

After passing the Moon Gate, every time they took two steps forward, a curtain would fall behind them.

Nine floors.

Shen Yangui silently counted in his mind that a total of nine layers of gauze curtains had fallen down, which showed how big this room was!

She silently lamented for a moment that she was still a young lady from the general's palace, just like a wild girl from the countryside who had never seen the world.

The bed was also very big. She pressed it and it was so soft.

She slept on a bed in the General's Mansion, which was padded with straw and covered with a quilt that was many years old. She had not slept on such a soft bed for many years.

The bed curtain is embroidered on both sides with a picture of a hundred children, and the quilt is also a picture of a hundred children. The urchins are cute and naive, with different postures.

Mo Chengying opened the quilt and saw a dragon and phoenix double happiness quilt with many red dates, longans, lotus seeds and peanuts sprinkled on it.

She subconsciously picked up a copper plate and whispered: "There is still money."

Mo Chengying's lips curved: Why didn't he find out in his previous life that his wife was still a little money addict?

Four maids helped them change clothes, and two others quickly made the bed.

Those who temporarily get into the sedan chair naturally do not know that there is another most important step in the wedding night.

When the maids left, Shen Yangui was still grateful to Mo Chengying for the decapitation meal he had given her, and asked him very politely where he would like to sleep.

Husband and wife always sleep in the same bed, she knows.

But she didn't know that after she finished eating the big fish and meat, it was now her prince's turn.

For Mo Chengying, inside and outside will eventually become up and down, and it doesn't matter which side you choose.

Although he mistook Yumu in his previous life, fortunately, Yumu couldn't marry him for some reason, and he only had Shen Yangui from the beginning to the end.

He and Qingqing did not dare to admit it because of their first mistake, their subsequent catharsis, and their subsequent love.

She always resisted herself, and every time between them was unpleasant.

Mo Chengying now thinks back on those rough experiences. For her, they are all nightmares that she dare not look back on, right?

Shen Yangui had already gone inside and lay down, covered with a quilt.

Having already eaten her last meal, she has nothing else to pursue.

She had a peaceful look on her face, waiting to be tortured and killed by Mo Chengying at night.

Just wondering if it would be a whip or a sharp knife?

Should it be hung up or tied up on the spot?

It doesn't matter, she is the one who can take the most beatings, she will grit her teeth and come back in the next life.

The quilt was lifted, and there was someone else on him.

"W-Prince?"

Mo Chengying knew that before her mother could teach her these things, she had already been put on the sedan chair.

It doesn't matter, he will teach her.

"Take off my clothes."

Unreasonable nervousness made her heart beat faster. Shen Yangui seemed to know what was going to happen, but her lack of life experience made it impossible for her to guess.

When she followed the instructions and unbuttoned his clothes, her own middle coat was taken off.

Skin against skin, she felt the pressure of the water reaching her chest after falling into the water.

Mo Chengying nibbled her lips gently, untied the red tie of her bellyband, and said in her ear:

"Don't be afraid, I'll teach you."

Shen Yangui's palms felt cold, "Your Majesty..."

"Call me husband."

"Husband..." She couldn't scream.

"Do you believe it?" Mo Chengying ran his hands through her hair, nibbling her ears, and said gently, "I am a person who died once."

"..."

Shen Yangui's fear doubled: Are you going to let yourself die again?

"I'm reborn. In my previous life, we knew each other, loved each other, and stayed together for life. So in this life, I'm here to find you again. You believe me..."

His voice murmured, and his kisses were like the rain in March, gently falling on every inch of the land.

The soil that has never been developed needs only a little sunshine and water, and roses will emerge.