When Lin Mu arrived, Su Ruotang was sitting at the tea table.
Her face, wearing a veil, was faintly visible in the rising water vapor.
Her eyebrows are delicate and picturesque, her skin is whiter than snow, her eyes are sparkling and full of life.
She raised her long eyelashes slightly, and there seemed to be a flash of light in her eyes, "Steward Lin, have a taste."
As she spoke, she picked up the white glazed teapot and poured a cup of tea.
Fingers as white as green onions hold the porcelain white embroidered teapot and slowly pour water, like a painting of a lady slowly unfolding.
Every move exudes dignity and elegance from the very core.
Lin Mu was shocked when he saw it.
"Steward Lin, sit down and have a drink."
Lin Mu waved his hand quickly: "The tea made by the lady is not worthy of drinking by this slave."
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes were slightly raised, her peach blossom eyes were watery, and a cold tone escaped from her thin lips, "Sit down and drink."
The calm and emotionless tone made people shudder.
Lin Mu's body trembled, and he picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp without hesitation.
Su Ruotang's beautiful eyes suddenly widened and she looked up at him sympathetically.
Man, strong!
Lin Mu squeezed the tea cup tightly, the veins on the back of her hands and neck popped out, and her face turned from red to white, then from white to blue.
He gently pulled his face with admiration: "Steward Lin, this is the tea that the lady just made. You actually drank it in one gulp. I admire you!"
Lin Mu held the tea in her mouth, not daring to spit or swallow, and couldn't express her pain.
Su Ruotang held her chin in one hand, lazily pinched the fat jade rabbit on the bracelet hanging from the delicate white finger bones, and said in a low voice, "Well, I put the antidote in the tea."
When Lin Mu heard this, he swallowed it without caring about the heat.
The burning pain immediately spread from the mouth to the abdomen.
Su Ruotang saw him gritting his teeth, his facial features twisted together, and raised the corners of his lips, as if he was annoyed, "Oh, I've been sick for a few days, and my memory is even worse. It seems like another kind of poison was put in the tea just now. "
After her words fell, Lin Mu's eyes suddenly opened wide and he stared at Su Ruotang.
Su Ruotang lowered his eyes, picked up the porcelain bottle on the table and played with it carelessly, his eyebrows lazily asked, "How many owners can a dog have?"
Qingtuan quickly answered: "One."
Lin Mu's pupils shrank, ignoring the burning pain in his throat and mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Second Miss, I am loyal to you."
Su Ruotang's lips slowly curved into a sarcastic arc, and her delicate and bright eyebrows were instantly stained with a coldness that seemed to invade the bone marrow.
"Steward Lin, please explain to me why the food sent to Qinxinyuan is poisonous?"
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Lin Mu's back. He didn't dare to look at Su Ruotang and mumbled, "Second Miss, this servant doesn't..."
"Three, two, one." Su Ruotang suddenly started counting down.
"Pfft -" Following her words, Lin Mu spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees.
Su Ruotang looked at the blood-stained carpet with disgust: "Pull it gently, and someone will change it later, and then clean the floor."
He nodded slightly in agreement, feeling a little distressed, "Such a good carpet was ruined like this..."
Lin Mu heard the disgusting words of the master and servant, and became so angry that he vomited out a mouthful of blood again.
Su Ruotang's expression became even colder: "Lin Mu, my patience is limited."
Lin Mu held her chest that was burning and aching, and quickly expressed her loyalty, "Miss, Madam Zhang has ordered your servant to add slow-acting poison to your food."
Su Ruotang smiled coldly, bent down and placed the porcelain bottle in front of Lin Mu, "This month's antidote."
Lin Mu grabbed the porcelain bottle with trembling hands, poured out the pills and stuffed them into his mouth without hesitation.
At this moment, Su Muyao's delicate voice came, "Sister, after all, Uncle Lin is also our elder. Even if you are the legitimate daughter of the prime minister, you shouldn't punish others so casually."
Su Muyao, wearing an apricot-colored tube top dress with a delicate face, came slowly.
Beside her, a pretty girl wearing a lavender corset dress said with disdain: "She has lost her mother since she was a child, and she has no education at all."
Su Ruotang tightened her grip on the fat rabbit on the bracelet, her fingertips turning slightly white from the exertion.
She raised her eyes to look at the two girls, her eyes were clear and cold, "Sister, you are such a picky car that you have to pick up a spoon to taste the saltiness when you pass by the door."
Su Muyao could barely hold on to the smile on her face and forced a smile, "Sister, you are the direct daughter of the prime minister, you can't speak so rudely."
Su Ruotang sneered: "I say you are lenient, but you are really lenient."
Shen Lanlan saw the blood on the corner of Lin Mu's mouth, and her tone became more contemptuous.
"Su Ruotang, Sister Yao kindly taught you to respect your elders, but you didn't appreciate it. You robbed Sister Yao's yard just because you were your legitimate daughter, and even beat the housekeeper until he vomited blood. Why are you so vicious?"
Su Muyao wiped the ends of her eyes at the right time, looking like she was about to cry, as if she had been greatly wronged.
Su Ruotang glanced at her casually and said, "Sister, what brand of chamber pot do you have? Can you hold it so well?"
After finishing speaking, she looked at Lin Mu, thinking that Su Muyao and Shen Lanxi were blind, "Steward Lin, your pulse is impetuous, pay attention to lowering the fire, the nosebleeds are flowing out of your mouth, be careful and you will die from all the blood."
Sensing the cold threat in her tone, Lin Mu felt a chill in his tailbone and wiped the corners of his mouth in panic, "Thank you, Miss, my servant."
As he said that, he turned to look at Su Muyao, opened his eyes and told lies, "Miss, you have misunderstood Second Miss. I suddenly felt unwell just now. Thanks to Second Miss giving me a few injections, I forced out the blood stasis in my body."
Su Muyao took a deep look at Su Ruotang, put a gentle smile on her face again, and pointed to the book in the hand of the maid behind her.
"I am going to accompany my father to a palace banquet tonight. My mother is worried that my sister will be bored alone in the house, so she found a storybook to pass the time."
Su Ruotang: "..."
So, are you here to show off in front of her?
Anxious to prove that even if he takes Qinxinyuan back, Su Qi's scumbag father's favorite daughter will still be her?
Shen Lanlan held Su Muyao's arm affectionately: "Sister Yao, don't talk nonsense to her. Let's go shopping for clothes quickly. I heard that Yingcuilou has launched many new styles."
Speaking of this, she glanced at Su Ruotang's plain dress with disgust, and raised her chin arrogantly, "Su Ruotang, please beg me, Miss. When I am in a good mood, I will give you a piece of dress, so that you don't have to worry about it." Not even a decent dress.”
Su Ruotang lowered his eyes and looked at Liu Guang Jin, who was wearing a piece of gold: "..."
Su Muyao sighed softly: "My sister is about to marry the third prince. You don't know how to embroider. My mother asked me to choose a wedding dress for you. You can't refuse any more."
"After all, this is your lifelong event."
When Shen Lanlan heard her words, her expression twisted for a moment, and she snorted coldly, "I'm not sure whether I can get married."
Su Ruotang used her slender white fingers to pick out her ears.
It was obviously an extremely inelegant movement, but when she did it, there was a lazy elegance emanating from her bones.
"Are you done? Get out of here when you're done."
Shen Lanlan stared at her: "Do you know who I am? My aunt is the queen, and my father is the minister of Dali Temple. Do you dare to tell me to get out?"
Su Ruotang saw a figure in the distance outside the window from the corner of his eye, and swallowed back his offensive words.
She rubbed the ends of her eyes, and when she raised her eyes again, her watery eyes were covered with mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River, filled with grievance and sadness.
The ends of his eyes were filled with rouge color, and crystal tears slowly fell down.
