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

But he can't.

People who cherish flowers are reluctant to crush them into pieces.

In the past, Mo Chengying didn't know that the affair between husband and wife would hurt her body. The long-lasting flowers and candles in the wedding room made her suffer. After she fainted, she paid special attention to it.

"If it doesn't start, it can still be controlled. Once it starts, the torrent will be unstoppable."

After that, Mo Chengying let go of her. He wanted to lie down in the snow for a while, but was stopped by Shen Yangui.

"Extreme cold and extreme heat collide, you will never be able to stand up again."

If Mo Chengying's pride could no longer stand up, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable than killing him?

He said nothing and lay on his side against the wall. No matter what Shen Yangui said, he ignored him.

Shen Yangui sighed, put on his clothes again, and went out.

Glancing at the man curled up motionless on the couch from a distance, she ordered: "Poshan, go and invite Concubine Wan in person, and say it's the prince's wish."

Poshan is not stupid. His prince has a quirk and no one is allowed to touch it. "Call Concubine Wan to come here at this time?"

He was really worried that something would go wrong later and someone would taint the prince's innocence.

When the time comes, the prince will never be willing to be angry with the princess, but he will suffer.

"Look, my subordinates, there is really no need for this." Poshan was very firm, and he added, "It has happened before, and the prince can bear it."

"Once upon a time?"

The only one who can drug him is probably the Queen Mother, right?

The whole world could fight for her, so how could her body not be touched by others?

The corners of Shen Yangui's lips raised slightly. It was beyond her expectation that the regent was so clean and self-contained.

It seems that his proficiency in bridal nights really comes from his past life experience.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to serve the prince." She warned in particular, "That maid Taohong, she is not allowed to come with you."

Poshan was doubtful. He glanced at the palace and thought silently in his heart: The princess's words are the prince's words. He didn't ask any more questions and immediately went to find Feng Wanyan.

"Chun Chu, take two people to clean out the wing immediately. Feng Wanyan will come over later and take her there. She will have enough food and clothing, but she is not allowed to go out without my instructions."

Chun Chu was puzzled, but immediately took Xing'er and Li'er to do it.

Shen Yangui looked around and said, "Xia An, there will be two more patrols of guards outside the courtyard. Anyone who tries to climb over the wall and enter the courtyard will be executed directly without reporting."

"Yes, princess."

Xia An left, Qiu Sui stepped forward and said nervously: "Princess, has something important happened?"

Shen Yangui smiled slightly and said jokingly: "Someone has given me a challenge, and I have to answer it."

"War letter?"

Qiu Sui and Dong Xi looked at each other.

"The days to come will be more and more exciting. When Chunyu and Xia An come back later, the four of you will adjust and take turns in pairs. You don't have to follow them all."

Shen Yangui was no longer a child. He would not roll up his sleeves and start a fight when his head got hot. Although he had no intention of becoming an enemy to anyone, Feng Yuqing's attack now was to kill himself.

There was no reason for her to sit around and let others take advantage of her.

Mo Chengying's situation was special, and there were things he couldn't consider, so he had to help him think more about it.

Prince Yongenhou is not something to be afraid of, and it is not difficult to get rid of him.

But behind him is the Feng family and the Queen Mother.

Feng Yuqing is not a weak woman who sits in the harem and is protected by men. She is a powerful queen mother who plays with power.

The curtains of the Golden Palace are easy to remove, but the power of the courtiers behind the Queen Mother is not easy to remove.

The front leg had planned a scheme, and the back leg had disappeared, so the Regent's Palace was bound to be suspected.

It is not a good idea to meet at war. Shen Yangui feels that it is best not to break one's face if possible.

By this time, the man in black had not returned, and Prince Yongen must be tossing and turning.

Call Feng Wanyan over and leave Taohong to report the news, so that everyone in the Feng family can feel at ease knowing that Feng Wanyan has succeeded.

It is not easy for a person to walk through this world, but he can feel at ease and rest in peace on the road.

We will spend the rest of the day discussing with Mo Chengying. The most important thing at hand is to solve his dilemma.

He could tolerate drinking such a tonic and aphrodisiac decoction, but Shen Yan was still afraid that he would hurt his foundation and affect their future life as a couple.

She still went to her mother to ask for advice on how to solve the problem, and even took her mother's golden needle.

"Jingming."

"Do not touch me."

It is indeed more serious.

The combination of the two medicines was obviously beyond what perseverance could contend with.

Shen Yangui heard his breathing as if he had traveled two mountains, and received his warning before his fingertips even touched it.

"I have gone to see Aniang and I know how to solve it. You trust me."

While she was coaxing him, she slowly took off his clothes, applied acupuncture on several large acupuncture points on his chest, abdomen and back, and then acupunctured Shixuan to let out blood.

The heartbeat slows down and the blood flow slows down.

She wiped his body with a warm handkerchief, and the young prince who was twenty years old finally showed signs of recovery.

Mo Chengying was usually slow, so he was satisfied with his speed, but he had to stay up all night.

"Except for the young prince, I'm all weak and I'm afraid I can't send you to your bedroom to rest."

He was urging Shen Yan to go back and rest.

You need to rest, but as my mother-in-law said, golden needles cannot replace the antidote.

There is still one step left.

Shen Yangui put his index finger on his Zhongwan point, and his fingertips slid across Qi Hai and Guanyuan. Once his abdominal muscles touched, they became like iron plates that had been exposed to the sun for a long time in the dog days.

But he saw the index finger curling up and hooking the belt woven with gold and silver threads.

It also hooked his three souls and seven souls.

Mo Chengying gave up struggling, "Madam, are you determined to become your husband tonight?"

Shen Yangui leaned down, and it was her turn to stir up the storm with her lilac.

No matter how luxurious the clothes are, they have become an obstruction at this moment.

The bowl on the low table was pushed down, and the sound of broken porcelain was heard. She leaned her lower back against the edge of the table, looking up at the restless candlelight.

"Do you know how much I miss you tonight?" Mo Chengying's lips were close to her ear, and Ru Yan murmured, "Even though we are so close, I still miss you."

The early wind swept through the plum garden, and there were patches of red plum trees on the snow.

He picked her up.

Underfoot are discarded robes.

Shen Yan returned with his hair disheveled and beads of sweat. He leaned against the beam and his helpless hand grabbed the gauze curtain and twisted it around and around in his palm.

She looked up at the beam, thinking about the rod that pierced the curtain and the curtain that was pierced, who could not withstand the brute force first.

But there was a stabbing sound, and the gauze curtain was cut open, trembling and falling like water waves.

Her hands failed to grasp it, and the gauze fell on the instep of her feet and wrapped around her ankles.

One, two, three...

Mo Chengying carried her to the bedroom.

The gauze curtain dragged on the floor, and due to external force, it slipped past her feet and fell after three steps.

Until the red curtain swallowed up the two figures, the warm fragrance melted into their consciousness.

She supports the huanghuali bed frame with both hands, and under her hands is a finely carved golden dragon playing with peonies.

There seemed to be fireworks piercing the night sky outside, bursting in the clouds, and then blooming into bright stars. The sky was trembling and twinkling due to the turmoil of light and heat.

Xingzi was robbed of his glory and became confused for a moment.

The remaining light disappeared, and the darkness slowly surrounded me.

The rooster sings at dawn, the east is white, and I have no sleep all night.

However, dawn is not the end, but the beginning of a new day.