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

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty doesn't know how to treat illnesses."

Lu'e pondered, "I think the cause of the disease is inside that pastry."

Qingshuang: "What's inside the pastry? Why can't I see it?"

"I don't know either, but I think the prince will definitely know."

Lu'e waved to Chunyun and Xia An, with her eyes signaling not to disturb the princess.

Chunyu and Xia An looked at Shen Yan's return and quietly backed away, "Sister Lu'e, what's wrong?"

Lu'e asked: "Just now the princess was talking about cakes, did you two see and hear clearly?"

Chunyu and Xia An nodded in unison, "Exactly."

Lu E: "Since it's word for word, then one of you two should go to the palace and tell the prince this matter word for word."

When Xia An was changing shifts with Qiu Sui and Dong Xi this morning, she heard Qiu Sui mention what happened last night, and she volunteered:

"Let me go. Neither the prince nor the princess are coy people. There must be some misunderstanding. It would be better to clarify it in person earlier. Otherwise, if it drags on like this, sooner or later something bad will happen.

Sisters, don’t worry, if the prince insists on getting angry with the princess and refuses to summon her, I will rush in even if I die and confess my love to her face. "

?Five hours ago, in the study room of Fu Zheng Palace.

When he got off the horse, Poshan kept trying to persuade her: Princess is not an unreasonable person. When husband and wife quarrel, if they quarrel at the end of the bed, they should just let it go.

Mo Chengying understood the truth, but how could he explain it?

Mo Chengying held the memorial in his hand and his eyes fell on the place where the two had been happy.

But what he was thinking about was not love at all.

It was Shen Yangui's resistance in his previous life.

At that time, she was like a little kitten in front of people, and even her voice was gentle and soft when she spoke, so as not to scare the little flowers and grass.

But between the sheets, she will show her sharp claws.

If you resist, you'll draw a knife; if you can't beat them, you'll drug them; if they don't succeed, you'll bite them.

Every time he kissed her, she would bleed.

Perhaps out of revenge, or perhaps out of damn possessiveness, Mo Chengying couldn't succeed, so he tied her up with ropes.

She shouted over and over: "Let me go!"

He would scold him with unpleasant words and bite him on the shoulder.

At that time, Mo Chengying admired her anger and inexplicably liked to see her begging for mercy under him, wanting to see her being tamed.

At that time, he thought that if she was tamed and became docile, he would not like her so much.

But she didn't.

No amount of coercion or inducement could make her give in.

He asked her to beg him, "As long as you beg me, I will let you go immediately."

Reason cannot keep up with emotions under certain circumstances.

She spat on her face and threw out two words:

"dream!"

He showed no mercy, "You are my king's princess, it is your duty to serve me, not to mention, you owe me this!"

Clothes are never untied, but torn.

Mo Chengying could never forget her ashen face after a night of storm, and she didn't even want to raise her eyelids.

Is it because of these that she said the words "We will never meet again in life or death" at the end?

If she had known that he had tied her up and forced her into a ceremony in her previous life, would she have stabbed her with a knife?

When Mo Chengying was first reborn, he was thinking about what happened in his previous life, and he was the only one who knew about it, so he casually deceived it.

Now that he has an insider, he is willing to tell the truth, but the relationship between him and Qingqing is not strong enough yet. If he puts those bad things on the table right away, he is afraid that Qingqing will pack up and run away overnight.

He had to think of a way to make Hu Yanyu completely lose his trust in front of Qingqing.

As long as Hu Yanyu's words are not credible, then it is up to oneself to decide what happened in the past life.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late. Drink some tea and rest early."

"Didn't I ask you all to go out... Qingqing?"

When Mo Chengying turned around, she happened to raise her head in the candlelight: a very familiar face.

It really comes to whatever you want.

The palace maid in blue shirt could not understand the complicated joy in the regent's eyes. She said a little shyly: "Why is the prince looking at this slave like this?"

"Qingqing, is that you?" Mo Chengying reached out to touch her face, but he pulled it back and said in disappointment, "You are not her."

"Did the prince mean princess?" The palace maid knelt and moved half a step forward, and said delicately and charmingly, "My surname is Qin, and my name is only the word Qin. I admire Qin. If the prince is willing, you can also call your servant Qinqin. "

"Your name is Qingqing too?"

The candlelight flickered, and the moment Qin Qin stood up, a star flashed across.

Mo Chengying turned his head to avoid it, and pointed at a dart, "With this little skill, you want to plot against me?"

Qin Qin looked at the red marks on his face and said proudly: "The prince seems to be injured."

"Just a little scratch."

"Yes, it's just a scratch. It won't cost the prince's life. It's just a matter of letting the prince take a nap for a night. The prince doesn't have to worry. I have already sent someone to notify the princess. I estimate the time, and the princess will be able to see it when she comes tomorrow."

"See? What did you see?"

"Of course I saw that the prince favored the slave."

Mo Chengying stood up immediately, then staggered down because his legs were weak, "Broken Mountain..."

"Have you not eaten, Your Majesty? He calls so softly, does he seem to be shy?"

"Is it a tranquilizer?" Mo Chengying raised his hand and pressed it on the table, "Despicable!"

"Yes, the palace calls it the soothing medicine, but it also has another name, the obedient medicine. If it doesn't take a moment, the prince will fall asleep, and then he will belong to the slave family."

Qin Qin was not in a hurry, she reached out to touch Mo Chengying's face, "Your Majesty, your face is really handsome."

Mo Chengying turned away and said, "You have spent so much effort just to let my Qingqing watch a show?"

"Watching a show? My family is humble, and I have been lucky enough to be favored by the prince. If I give birth to another son for the prince, I might be able to be the mother of the world in the future."

Qin Qin took off his belt and threw it into the palace.

Green shirts, coats and jackets...the clothes are peeled off layer by layer, and infinite spring is in front of you.

She dared to say clearly that there must be other reasons. Mo Chengying closed his eyes and continued: "You'd better kill me now, otherwise when I wake up tomorrow, I will definitely destroy all nine of your tribes."

"If the prince cruelly kills his slave and becomes addicted to it in the future, who can he ask for the antidote?"

Addiction? Antidote?

Making a misunderstanding and driving a wedge between yourself and Qingqing is just superficial.

Use medicine to control yourself, slowly seize power, then find a random child to take the throne, and then follow Feng Yuqing's example and listen to politics behind the curtain.

The abacus is loud enough, and you want to take over the world with one move. Is this appetite too much?

Mo Chengying gritted his teeth and held her wrist, "Whose are you?"

"From tonight onwards, the slave family will only belong to the prince."

Qin Qin tilted her body, trying to get closer to Mo Chengying's arms. Unexpectedly, Mo Chengying suddenly stood up at this moment. She felt that the strength on her wrists instantly increased, and soon her face was pressed against the table.

"You don't have Chinese medicine?!"

Qingqing has only suffered a loss once, how could he capsize in the same gutter again?

Mo Chengying looked at the half face that looked so much like Qingqing, smashed the porcelain cup casually, and used the broken porcelain pieces to destroy her face, "What is it? Does it deserve to look like Qingqing?"

"what--"

Qin Qin originally thought that this similar face would make Mo Chengying feel extra pity for him, but he didn't expect that it would end up like this.

"Say! Who sent you?"

Mo Chengying saw that her cheek seemed to move, and he suspected that she was about to commit suicide, so he broke her wrist bone with one hand and dislocated her mandible.

Qin Qin called out one after another, and his mouth could not be closed, and saliva mixed with blood flowed down.

The teeth can no longer work hard.

When Poshan heard the sound, he hurried in. He saw the disheveled prince and the disheveled woman who was pinned to the table.

"This subordinate deserves to die."

"You die later."

Assassins do not differentiate between men and women in Mo Chengying's eyes, and he never treats women other than Qingqing with affection.

To prevent her from escaping, Mo Chengying kicked Qin Qin's leg bones into pieces.

Wails resounded through the Assistant Palace, and Qin Qin, who was wearing only a bellyband, was thrown to the ground.

Mo Chengying felt dirty even if he took one more look at her, and said in a cold tone: "Take her to the dungeon, and I will interrogate her personally later."

He raised his hand and brushed his cheek with his fingertips, and the blood stains on his face disappeared——

There is a faint red ring on his thumb nail, which is the ink used for marking.