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

Feng Yuqing's power in the court was not as stable as imagined. Tang Nu's assassination had just ended, and a large part of the Queen Mother's party had been wiped out. At this time, she must be thinking about how to repair the relationship with herself. How could she be stupid enough to arrange another assassination?

It would do her no good to openly be at odds with herself.

Based on the situation, Mo Chengying felt that this was not possible, but he felt that Qingqing would have other opinions.

He looked at his wife with admiration, "Qingqing, what did you find?"

Poshan said in surprise: "The prince doesn't know either?"

Shen Yan returned home and wanted to answer. When Jing Poshan said this, he felt that Mo Chengying's question was a bit deliberate.

I remembered the quarrel between the two just now.

She glanced at Mo Chengying, smiled softly and said, "Because the Queen Mother likes the prince, she loves him so much that she can't let him go."

Poshan looked at the regent simply, "Your Majesty, is that so?"

Mo Chengying rolled his eyes at him, and he immediately changed his mind and said sternly: "Princess, you have misunderstood. No matter what the Queen Mother thinks, our prince only has you in his heart from beginning to end! God can tell you, there will be no second thoughts!"

While they were talking, the people from the Regent's Palace had come over and surrounded the place. On both sides of the road, there were people holding torches every three steps. The people from the Ruan Palace and the assassins were taken away respectively.

The carriage also came.

Shen Yan didn't want to listen to these flashy words, "There is another one behind the tree, not dead - Qingshuang, let's go."

Poshan looked at the back of the princess as she left and couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, the princess has always been good-tempered, what's wrong? Isn't she jealous of the Queen Mother?"

Lu E got out of the car and circled with Qiu Sui Dongxi to check Shen Yangui, making sure her clothes were intact and she could move freely, and then helped her get on the carriage.

"It's not that she's jealous, it's me that's jealous." Mo Chengying looked from afar, with a smile on his lips, and stretched out his hand, "Give me the knife."

Poshan immediately hugged the knife tightly, "Your Majesty, calm down! Even if the Princess is at fault, Your Majesty, you should not use the knife on her. My subordinates are looking at what happened tonight. The Princess still has merit. Don't be stupid." It's a thing that will make you regret it for the rest of your life."

Mo Chengying pulled the knife in his hand and hit him on the head with the back of the knife, "What are you thinking about every day?"

In the carriage, two night pearls illuminated.

As soon as Shen Yangui sat down, Lu E put a hand warmer in her hand, and Qiu Sui poured hot water, "Princess, take a sip of tea to warm yourself up first."

Dong Xi said with lingering fear: "Next time the princess goes out, she should take her slave with her. At least it can help."

The car door opened and Mo Chengying came in. The four maids saluted in unison, and Shen Yan also saluted when he returned.

"You all get out."

When the maid goes out, Shen Yan returns and goes out.

Mo Chengying took her hand and whispered: "Don't go, I'm injured, help me bandage it."

"You want to lie to me again?" He had just seen it clearly and was not hurt.

"Can I still lie to you if I'm injured here?"

Mo Chengying hugged her, held her hand, and put it behind him, "Put your hand up."

Shen Yan returned and didn't need to touch it, but there was a thick smell of blood under his nose.

She frowned and said, "Weren't you fine just now? Why were you suddenly injured?"

"It's not a serious injury. I don't know if there are assassins peeping in the darkness outside? So I don't dare to show off."

As Mo Chengying spoke, his voice became weak and a little disappointed, "I thought you and I had the same idea this time, but it turns out I didn't realize it."

"I..." Shen Yangui really didn't notice.

There was pity in Mo Chengying's voice, "Just because I'm injured, don't worry about me anymore, okay?"

"Take off your clothes first and apply a bandage to stop the bleeding."

Shen Yangui let go of Mo Chengying and helped him take off his shirt.

There was indeed a wound on his back, right next to Tang Yu's previous stabbing.

She had a serious suspicion that he had just inflicted the injury on himself, but it was really difficult to injure himself in this position. If he hadn't done it himself, others probably wouldn't have had the guts to touch him.

Did you really fail to see clearly just now?

Lu E said that there was a small medicine box under the red sandalwood table, which contained gauze and gold sore medicine. After all, it was a winter night. Shen Yangui put the hand warmer in his arms and took the time to treat his wounds.

"The wound is not deep, just on the flesh, and the location is not as dangerous as the last time. You don't have to worry."

Mo Chengying was naturally not worried. He leaned against her and said, "I'm dizzy. I don't even know where the assassin came from?"

"I heard the accents of those four assassins in Yongzhou. They are not from my court." Shen Yangui thought seriously, "Maybe they were sent by the enemy."

Mo Chengying's emphasis was on "dizziness" rather than "assassin". He pressed his temples with his hands, "Enemy? No wonder his skills are so powerful. I almost couldn't resist. Could it be that the knife was quenched with poison? I feel dizzy. I always feel uncomfortable.”

"No way?"

Shen Yangui's hand immediately touched Mo Chengying's pulse, "The pulse... doesn't look like there are any signs of poisoning."

Mo Chengying: "..." She forgot that she has medical skills. It doesn't matter, she can still make up for it.

"Maybe it's a chronic poison, is it unknown?"

"No." Shen Yangui affirmed, "Since they are here to take your life, the poison they use must be highly toxic. How can it be a chronic poison?"

"Then why do I feel cold all over?"

"Are you cold? Maybe you caught a cold from the bandage just now." Shen Yangui gathered his clothes for him, "I'll go back home soon. I'll have a bowl of ginger soup when I go back and have a good sleep."

"Qingqing, please give me a hug."

While Mo Chengying was complaining that his hands and feet were weak, he put the person on his lap and said: "Broshan, go west from Changlu Street and go back home."

Shen Yangui was puzzled: "How to go back in a detour?"

The broken mountain outside the door is also confusing: Changlu Street has recently been repairing the official road, and it is very bumpy and difficult to walk. I even brought it up with the prince two days ago.

I can't figure it out, but he just does whatever the master tells him.

Mo Chengying said calmly: "I'm afraid those assassins and their accomplices will ambush me on the way home, so it's safer to take a detour."

Shen Yangui felt that this explanation seemed untenable.

Mo Chengying said again: "Help me warm up."

"Ah good."

Shen Yangui obviously misunderstood the meaning of this sentence, and even thought about putting his hands in his arms to keep him warm.

Mo Chengying got her permission, put his hands into his dress, pulled off the tie, and readjusted his sitting position.

The two faced each other.

They are facing each other under their skirts.

But it is such a way of heating.

Shen Yangui pressed her knees against the soft cushion, and the riding whip snapped on the horse's body. It suddenly accelerated forward, making her whole body fall down unexpectedly.

Silky smooth.

The little princess embraced the young prince enthusiastically.

On weekdays at the palace, Mo Chengying had taken care of his duties, but this time he came out of the blue.

She lost strength for a moment and leaned against him.

It had rained in the capital two days ago, and there were many puddles on the bumpy roads. Sometimes the wheels ran over stones, turned left and right, and sometimes sank into puddles, splashing water three feet away.

It rises and falls.

The wheels rumbled and the bells jingled.

Shen Yangui couldn't explain this feeling. It felt like he had ascended to heaven and become an immortal, or he felt like he had entered the underworld and been tortured.

Or alternately.

Mo Chengying didn't intend to let her go easily.