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

To draw lots, prepare enough paper rolls and write the names of different flowers on them. Prepare two copies in total and place them in two boxes respectively. If the lottery drawer catches the same flower, then the pair will win.

By coincidence, Shen Yangui and Miss Zhao caught the same "peony".

"Husband, are you afraid that I will win against Miss Zhao?"

Mo Chengying touched her hand and said happily: "I am very happy that you can do this."

Shen Yangui slapped his hand with his backhand, not allowing him to touch it, "What?"

Mo Chengying straightened up and whispered to her: "Just listen to me. I'll tell you the rest after you're covered with quilts."

This person really has no shame at all.

Shen Yan got up to throw the pot, and Mo Chengying summoned Po Shan to whisper a few words to him.

Po Shan was even more surprised than Shen Yangui, "Your Majesty, is he going to..."

Mo Chengying lost his good temper with his wife and frowned, "There's so much nonsense, go quickly!"

Po Shan went to do it quickly.

Those young men who said before that women only know how to play women but not throw pot are just excuses for fear of being punished. Pot throwing is not exclusive to men and is often played by ladies from aristocratic families at gatherings.

Zhao Yirou's throwing skills are not bad.

Shen Yangui had neglected to practice over the years, so even if she competed seriously, she was not necessarily sure of winning. With Mo Chengying's advice, she didn't have to try her best.

Then Zhao Yirou also had her own thoughts.

Before the competition, her mother had specifically told her that showing her face was not responsible for winning or losing. If someone as arrogant as the Regent was punished in public, the Zhao family would most likely be blamed for the loss of face.

But there is something special about losing.

He failed miserably and appeared to be incompetent.

One arrow missed, and the intention fell again.

She looked at the princess and thought of acting according to the opportunity, but Shen Yangui had the same idea.

When other ladies fight, they always want to outshine each other, but these two are better off, neither of them dares to shoot the first arrow.

Seven of the eight arrows missed.

The people around him also became nervous, and the most nervous among them was Shen Yuanyuan, in addition to the Zhao family.

The little guy got in through the cracks and saw that his sister's pot was empty. He clenched his fists and shouted "Sister, sister" silently.

Next to him, the youngest son of the Crown Prince of Dingxiang looked like he was not much older than Shen Yuanyuan. His mouth followed that of his grandmother and was very broken.

"She is your sister. Not one arrow was hit. My aunt was hit by five arrows." His slap almost hit Shen Yuanyuan's face, "Five arrows! Can you count them?"

Shen Yuanyuan didn't want to pay attention to him, so Baba followed him, "My aunt is better than your sister."

Zhao Yirou shot the eighth arrow first, but still missed.

If Shen Yangui's arrow misses again, the two of them will have to add more arrows to compete again.

Mo Chengying didn't want to bother, so he walked down the steps and deliberately clicked his tongue, "Why don't you even get it right, madam?"

He held Shen Yangui's hand in public, aimed at the pot, and threw the arrow out.

This arrow entered Zhao Yirou's copper pot. According to the rules, the regent was not considered the winner, but no one dared to take the lead in making the decision.

Next to her, Shen Yuanyuan jumped three feet high with joy, "I entered, I entered! My sister entered! My sister won!"

The grandson of Marquis Dingxiang stepped forward and corrected him: "The rules of throwing pots, whoever's arrow is in the pot wins!"

Rules can't be counted hand in hand, but can rules restrain the regent?

He personally went out to throw the pot. Not to mention whether he made the pot or not, everyone had to find a way to make it right. However, since someone brought it up, even if it was a child, no one was busy correcting it.

Shen Yuanyuan was unconvinced, raised her chin and said, "Whoever makes the shot wins."

The grandson of the Marquis of Dingxiang retorted, "It wasn't your sister who made the throw! Holding someone's hand to throw the pot is cheating, you lost!"

The wife of the Crown Prince of Dingxiang immediately covered her son's mouth and said, "Prince Regent, please forgive me, but I am childish. He is still young and doesn't understand anything."

The eldest princess of Lin'an thought that if it wasn't for winning, her little uncle wouldn't have to go out in person, so she immediately made a decision, "Whoever makes the shot counts!"

Mo Chengying glanced at her, and Lin An's head froze: What do you mean? Don't want to win? So what is he doing?

Principles are worthless in the face of small lives.

Although Lin'an was puzzled, he immediately changed his mind: "Whose pot the arrow is in counts! Uncle, you lose."

According to the regent's previous decision, the woman threw the pot and the man accepted the punishment. Now that the princess lost, the regent had to perform in public.

Let me ask, who dares to watch the Prince Regent perform?

Everyone was afraid that the regent would become angry, so they all started to help smooth things over, actively ignoring what the eldest princess said later.

——"Her Royal Highness the Princess is right, whoever hits the target gets it."

——"Where is Mr. Zhao? Your sister lost, it's your turn to perform."

——"I heard that Mr. Zhao is very good at playing the piano. Are we blessed?"

"I am willing to admit defeat."

Everyone thought this was what Zhao Qizhen said and all agreed, but when they heard it, it was His Royal Highness the Regent.

Poshan has returned.

As ordered, he fetched the two-foot-long Mo Dao from the warehouse.

Mo Chengying held a long knife taller than a man in his hand, turned it twice easily, and repeated his words, "I am willing to admit defeat."

He added: "I haven't touched the sword for a long time. Today is both a punishment performance and a practice. You should be careful to avoid being accidentally injured."

When he said "be careful", his eyes moved, making everyone tremble inwardly: Is this a performance? Is this a desire for human life?

Shen Yangui naturally knew that His Highness the Regent, who had many military exploits, was highly skilled in martial arts.

But he is not a showy person either.

What's going on today?

He had to lose to Miss Zhao and then show off his sword skills again.

Shen Yangui didn't think about it during the few steps back to her seat, but as soon as she sat down, she understood it in her heart.

The Mo Dao danced, turning into an afterimage in the air, and the Regent showed his heroic figure, slashing horizontally and diagonally into the tiger.

Bang - crash.

Several tables in the hall were broken in the middle, bowls and plates collided and shattered, and several young masters were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground and backed away.

They were the ones who had intended to embarrass Shen Yangui with their previous words. Their courage was about to break. They saw the blade hitting their heads several times, and they even had names for the next life.

After Mo Chengying finished a simple set of sword skills, he threw the Modao back into Poshan's hand and said coldly:

"What? My sword skills are not good?"

Who dares to speak? Everyone turned their attention to Princess Lin'an.

The eldest princess swallowed her saliva and said, "My uncle misunderstood me. Your swordsmanship is truly superb and unparalleled. We have little knowledge and rack our brains and cannot describe the grand occasion just now."

grand occasion?

Is it a grand occasion of breaking a table, or a grand occasion of almost killing someone?

He came to this banquet today not only to bring his wife to walk in the snow and enjoy the plum blossoms, but also for another most important purpose.

Mo Chengying picked up the wine glass and said: "My emperor is young and has not yet established a queen. I hold the power of the emperor on my behalf. I, the king and princess, naturally assume the power of the middle palace, restrain the virtues of women both inside and outside, and set an example for women in the world. From today onwards, From now on, if a married woman commits a crime, the princess has the right to freely punish her."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was amazed.

Although the emperor has not yet established a queen, the queen mother is still in the harem. The regent's words have promoted his princess to the throne of maternal honor in the world.

Everyone wanted to say a few words. Poshan turned the Mo Dao in his hand, and the blade reflected the light.

It's still dark outside and no one is blind.

Mo Chengce, the late emperor's second prince and the eldest son of the younger emperor's second brother, glanced around and saw that no one responded, so he took the initiative to stand up.