Mrs. Zhang swayed, biting her lower lip, tears streaming down her face.
"Mom, the queen doesn't like me. Su Ruotang has taken back her mother's dowry. We can't give the fifth prince any more silver."
"If I don't even have a dowry, I will definitely be killed by the queen if I marry!"
"Mom, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."
Su Muyao fell to the ground, holding the hem of Zhang's clothes with both hands, and begged: "Mom, please save your daughter! Save your daughter!"
Mrs. Zhang looked down at her, slowly knelt down and wiped the tears from her face.
Su Muyao grabbed her hand: "Mom, please beg father, okay?"
Zhang's eyes trembled, and he hugged her into his arms, seeming to comfort her and himself, "Yao'er, don't worry, there will definitely be a dowry."
Su Muyao buried her face in Zhang's neck, with tears in her eyes, but her eyes were cold and calm.
Mrs. Zhang is just a maid and can't afford a decent dowry at all.
But after all, she and Su Qi have been married for many years, and maybe Su Qi can buy her some dowry after enjoying the pillow romance.
Even if the amount of dowry is not large, it must not be less than that of ordinary people!
...
Xianqing Hall.
Seeing the imperial doctor getting up, Liu Wanyue quickly asked: "Dr. Zhang, how is Tang'er?"
Doctor Zhang saluted and said, "Back to you, Miss Su Er has suffered a great mental loss, causing damage to her internal organs and vomiting blood."
"She was born weak and needs to be taken good care of, otherwise her lifespan may be shortened."
"I will prescribe a medicine first, and when Miss Su Er wakes up, let her take it."
Liu Wanyue's almond-shaped eyes were filled with pity: "Thank you so much, Doctor Zhang. I'm sorry to trouble you."
After saying this, she turned around and sat on the bed, gently put Su Ruotang's hand back into the quilt, and caressed the black mark on her left face.
Mo Rongyan's cold eyes fell on the left side of her face, and he said calmly: "Mother Concubine, I will take care of Tang'er. You can rest for a while."
Liu Wanyue gave him a cold look: "People with male goblins outside are not worthy of taking care of Tang'er."
Mo Ronyan glanced at the culprit lying on the bed with a headache, pinched his eyebrows and said, "Concubine, there are no male goblins."
Liu Wanyue didn't believe it at all: "I'm telling you, go to the Su Mansion in three days to get a betrothal gift. If the betrothal gift is less than Tan'er's dowry, you will go to the barbarians to raise elephants!"
Tan Zhixi, who had always been invisible, her beautiful eyes widened slightly.
It is really unimaginable that the third prince, who is as noble as an immortal, wears furs and raises elephants.
The picture is so beautiful that I can’t even imagine it.
Mo Ronyan was silent for a moment: "Mother concubine, the elephants are raised by dedicated people."
In short, there was no need for me to go.
Liu Wanyue glared at him, carefully covered Su Ruotang with the quilt, stood up and pulled Tan Zhixi over, "Xier, come and chat with me."
"Tang'er will let Yan'er take care of him first. He has to learn to take care of others. When I find out who that male goblin is, I will throw him away to the barbarians to raise snakes!"
Mo Ronyan suggested with a serious expression: "Concubine, just let her raise non-venomous snakes." Don't let her harm those poisonous snakes.
Liu Wanyue turned to glare at him: "An unfaithful man has no right to speak!"
Mo Ronyan glanced meaningfully at Emperor Wu Shun in the outer hall.
While Emperor Wu Shun was studying the quality of the tea coldly, he did not forget to give Mo Ronyan a condensed look in return.
It's your own business, don't drag me into it!
The palace door closed again, blocking out the light.
The gauze curtain dances with the breeze, and naughty light spills in from the gaps, warm and clear.
Su Ruotang was probably feeling uncomfortable, her delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time.
Mo Rongyan looked at Su Ruotang sleeping on the bed with deep inquiry in his eyes.
If he read correctly, what Su Ruotang used on Mo Xiaoya was the long-lost soul-stirring technique found in ancient books.
Soul-catching magic can control people's will, but it extremely consumes the mind of the user.
If you encounter someone with a determined mind, it will backfire on the person who cast the spell...
"Ahem..." Su Ruotang coughed in pain, interrupting Mo Ronyan's thoughts.
He silently sat down on the bedside, gently lifted up the weak and boneless girl, and sat half-hugging her.
He took the warm water on the low table beside the bed with one hand and gently and patiently brought it to her lips.
His movements were gentle, but the slightly hot liquid still woke Su Ruotang up.
She was half leaning in the man's arms, her mind not yet clear.
The long eyelashes were slightly raised, and when they touched the not-so-bright light outside the window, the delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted.
The next moment, the man's cold palms covered his eyes, "Close your eyes."
In the quiet hall, Mo Ronyan's voice was very low, and the clear voice was softened by the response of the gauze curtain.
The man's pleasant voice was in her ears, but Su Ruotang felt as if she was dreaming.
How could the dog man who had a high fever and smashed the window and let her blow in the cold wind all night be so gentle to her?
The girl's curled eyelashes blinked lightly in the palm of her hand. Mo Ronyan lowered his eyes and continued to feed her water patiently and gently.
Su Ruotang instinctively sipped the water in small sips.
After taking a few sips, she tilted her head, bit her lower lip tightly with her thin white teeth, and closed her eyes again.
After a while, broken syllables escaped from the lips, "It hurts..."
The consequence of forcibly using the soul-stirring technique is that his mind feels like being pricked with needles.
The pain caused tears to form at the end of her eyes, and her eyes began to blur.
Mo Ronyan put the bowl down, pressed his slender fingers on her temples, and massaged them gently.
A slight chill came from his temples, relieving the stinging pain in his mind.
Su Ruotang's eyelashes trembled, the familiar scent of cedar lingered on her nose, and her consciousness gradually became clearer.
She stared blankly at Mo Rongyan's handsome face, feeling as if she was dreaming.
Mo Rongyan's deep eyes narrowed and he looked down at her lightly, "You are too weak and you need to take good care of yourself."
After he finished speaking, he saw that Su Ruotang was still looking at him blankly. Qingjun frowned slightly, "Does it hurt? I'll ask the imperial doctor..."
The next second, a slightly warm hand grabbed his finely sculpted wrist, interrupting his words.
Probably because he was not conscious yet, Su Ruotang's voice was a little unclear, "Why?"
Why are you so gentle to me?
Mo Ronyan paused slightly while massaging her temples.
He understood the three words "headless and brainless".
Then he looked calm and his tone was emotionless, like a heartless ice sculpture, "Because you are the third prince's concubine."
After hearing his words, Su Ruotang felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
She slowly let go of her hand, letting her slender and boneless wrist fall between the soft quilts.
She pursed her lips, raised her peach blossom eyes, and looked at him quietly.
After a moment, she asked with an incomprehensible look: "As long as she is the third prince's concubine, would you treat her like this?"
When the words came out, she was the first to be stunned.
After a moment of silence, Su Ruotang managed to hold up her weak body, moved away from his arms, and buried her face in the pillow.
Mo Ronyan slowly pulled the thin quilt over her body and covered her body. His voice was still calm and he said, "You are the third prince's concubine."
nobody else.
Listening to his calm and rational voice, Su Ruotang tightened her lips, suppressed the inexplicable throbbing feeling in her heart, and closed her eyes.
Mo Ronyan stood up, picked up the medicine bowl on the side, and said in a light voice, "Drink the medicine before going to sleep."
Su Ruotang covered herself with a quilt and pretended not to hear.
But Mo Ronyan didn't want to let her go. He pulled open her quilt with his knuckled hands and repeated, "Drink the medicine before going to sleep."
A cold voice with rare tenderness.
The image of him patiently and tenderly feeding himself water and gently massaging his temples appeared in Su Ruotang's mind.
Her green-white fingertips clenched the quilt hard, covering herself tightly, not wanting anyone to see the thoughts deep in her heart that she didn't want to look at directly.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
The thin quilt covering her head was pulled to the man's chest.
"Miss Su, as a doctor, you should be more disciplined."
Su Ruotang rubbed the Jade Rabbit Bracelet vigorously with her fingertips. The edge of her fingertips turned white because of too much force.
She turned her back to Mo Ronyan and said angrily: "Hasn't the Third Prince heard this sentence? Healers don't heal themselves!"
The air suddenly became quiet.
Su Ruotang pursed her lips and drooped her eyelids, casting heavy shadows on her fair and tender face.
Just when she was about to fall asleep, Mo Ronyan gently lifted her up, his face still calm, "Miss Su, this is the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor, not by you."
The implication is that you do not need to self-medicate.
The entanglement in Su Ruotang's heart suddenly dissipated.
A straight man who doesn't understand women's thoughts is not worth her time.
She opened her eyes, took the medicine bowl from Mo Ronyan's hand, and drank it all in one gulp.
The next moment, Mingyan's facial features wrinkled up, "Why are you so miserable?"
Mo Ronyan took the empty bowl from her hand and raised his thin lips in a very faint arc, "Miss Su, this is a bitter medicine."
Su Ruotang glared at him, with a physiological glint appearing in her eyes, and a gorgeous rouge color spread at the end of her eyes.
Not only was her glance not intimidating, but it seemed to have a small hook that seduced people's hearts.
Mo Rongyan's eyes darkened, and he picked up a candied fruit with his long fingers, "Want to eat it?"
Su Ruotang felt that the root of her tongue was numb from the pain, so she raised her hand to snatch the candied fruit from the man's hand and stuffed it into her mouth.
Lying down, he pulled the quilt to wrap himself up, all in one movement.
Mo Ronyan sat on the side of the bed and looked at her for a long time.
It wasn't until the sound of her clear and regular breathing was heard that he slowly stood up and sat down lazily and calmly on the chaise longue by the window.
Even the lines reveal the noble long fingers, slowly and slowly burning the incense that calms the mind.
The knuckles attached to the carved Pixiu incense burner are clear and thin, as if carved from cold jade.
The long sleeves slipped down, revealing the finely sculpted wrists, which looked noble and cool.
With wisps of aroma lingering around him, he put his forehead in one hand and flipped through the books on the table at will.
In the quiet hall, there was the occasional sound of pages turning.
...
The front hall of Xianqing Hall.
Tan Zhixi followed Grandma Bu away in a daze.
Liu Wanyue held a long gift list in her hand and slapped it in front of Emperor Wu Shun who had been lowering his head to study tea leaves, "Tang'er's betrothal gift is not enough!"
She was chatting with Tan Zhixi just now and found out the dowry prepared by Tan Mansion for Tang'er.
Such a long list of gifts simply dazzled her.
Emperor Wu Shun finally put down the tea cup in his hand, casually glanced at the gift list in her hand, and pulled her to sit down, "Does your hand hurt?"
Liu Wanyue looked at him quietly: "Your Majesty, do you think your focus is correct?"
Emperor Wu Shun carefully looked at her white and tender palm to make sure that there was no injury, and said casually: "I will marry my own wife. If there is not enough, let him make up for it by himself."
Liu Wanyue angrily pinched the soft flesh on his waist: "Is this how you treat me?"
Emperor Wu Shun's forehead twitched, and he pressed Liu Wanyue's little hand on his waist, "Wan'er, I gave all my property to that boy."
Liu Wanyue glared at him, folded the gift list, and told the palace attendant, "When the third prince comes out, give this to him, and we will appoint you in three days."
The palace servant, who had been trying to reduce his presence, quickly took the gift list, quickly left the front hall, and stood guard outside the side hall.
I silently sympathized with the third prince for a while, but when he met his father who strictly controlled his wife, he had to rely on himself to find a wife.
"Your Majesty, Tang'er will get married next month, and the Tan couple will send military rations to the border. Can they come back in time?" Liu Wanyue frowned slightly.
A dark light flashed across Emperor Wu Shun's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Nan Chen has been stationing troops at the border. There can be no problem with this batch of military rations."
There are millions of soldiers on the border. If there is a problem with military rations, Nanchen will definitely take this opportunity to attack.
Although Dong Qi is not afraid of war, he does not want the people on the border to always live in war.
Liu Wanyue sighed softly: "I hope everything goes well."
As soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Bu, who had taken care of her since she was a child, came in hurriedly, looking panicked and said, "Your Majesty, Madam, something happened to the second prince."
