Su Ruotang opened her eyes and looked at her intently, "How do you know my nickname?"
In her previous life, before her adoptive parents died, they called her Little Begonia.
After their deaths, no one called her that.
In the memory of the original owner, her mother also called her this way.
Mo Ronyan put her underwear back on, bent down and looked at her, with a very soft voice, and asked without answering, "Xiao Haitang, are you jealous?"
Su Ruotang wrapped herself in a quilt and rolled to the inside of the bed, facing away from him.
Small teeth, biting his lower lip tightly.
There was confusion in his eyes.
Jealous?
impossible!
Any woman will be unhappy if she knows that other women are thinking about her husband.
This is a normal reaction from her!
But why does my heart feel so uncomfortable?
Mo Ronyan pulled away her quilt with his long fingers: "The red mark on your body is still there, don't cover it."
The clear voice, echoed by the soft bed curtains, revealed a rare tenderness.
The tips of Su Ruotang's ears turned red unconsciously, and her green-white fingertips tightly grasped the belt.
What came to mind was the image of Mo Ronyan carefully and gently wiping ointment on her just now.
Once the noble immortal becomes gentle, almost no one can refuse him.
The edges of her white and tender fingertips were faintly white due to excessive exertion.
Su Ruotang closed her eyes, not wanting to think about why Mo Rongyan was so gentle in giving him the medicine.
After an unknown amount of time, she felt sleepy and her consciousness gradually blurred.
"Third Princess, how can you calm down?"
Su Ruotang was about to fall into a deep sleep when she suddenly heard the man's words.
The clear and magnetic voice seemed to be coming from across the water, confused.
Su Ruotang's eyelashes trembled and she said in a low voice, "What if I ask you to throw away that hairpin?"
As she finished speaking, the room fell into silence.
The atmosphere was so oppressive that even the air seemed to have stopped flowing.
After a while, she felt a thin quilt covering her body.
Before Su Ruotang lost consciousness, she seemed to hear the man's calm voice, "I asked people to find Xifu Haitang and send it over as soon as possible."
Ah.
She sneered in her heart and permanently suppressed the thought in her heart that she didn't want to face head-on.
The night is darker.
Fireflies drop frost in the night sky, and the breeze carries the fragrance of flowers.
Mo Ronyan was sitting in the pavilion, slowly stroking the blue and white porcelain tea cup with his well-joined fingers.
After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked at Qingwan, "Miss, do you have any dietary taboos?"
Qingwan blamed herself: "Miss can't eat hazelnuts. It's because of my negligence. Miss hasn't touched hazelnuts for so many years and has forgotten about it."
Mo Ronyan nodded and told Shen Shi, "From now on, there will be no hazelnuts in the house."
Without waiting for Shen Shi to respond, Shen Fei said in shock: "But Your Highness, you don't like hazelnut cakes the most..."
The words "?" and the question mark were swallowed back under Mo Ronyan's cold eyes.
Shen Shi glanced at him with disgust, seriously doubting that because of his brain, he was afraid that he would never be able to find a wife in his life.
Qingwan said in shock: "Your Highness, you don't have to..."
Before he finished speaking, he was coldly interrupted by Mo Ronyan, "List the foods your lady likes to eat and give them to the kitchen."
Qingwan was even more shocked and agreed in a daze.
Didn't he say that his young lady and the third prince were married in court, a paper couple?
Why do you feel that the third prince is very interested in the young lady?
After hesitating for a moment, Qingwan couldn't help but ask: "Your Highness, why did you let the young lady rest first without waiting for you..." Come back to drink Hexin wine?
She didn't ask the next words.
According to Dongqi wedding customs, the bride will take off her makeup and rest after drinking Hexin wine.
If the bride is allowed to rest without drinking Hexin wine, it means that the groom is dissatisfied with the marriage and is not even willing to drink the Hexin wine with the bride, which represents the couple growing old together for a long time.
Mo Ronyan thought of the woman with severe allergies and how she wanted to drink, and her eyes started to waver.
After a while, the waves in his eyes gradually calmed down, the curve of his thin lips turned cold, and he stood up expressionlessly.
When the hand with clear joints touched the door, he looked at the happy words on the door and paused.
Under the cold moonlight, the cold white hands were like perfect jade carvings.
Shen Shi and the other three stood in the courtyard, feeling the extremely low air pressure on Mo Ronyan's body, and they were all as quiet as chickens.
The third prince usually seems to be gentle and gentle, although he reveals an indifference that excludes others.
But it was not like tonight, the chill radiating around the body was frightening.
"Shen Shi."
Just when Shen Shi was thinking a lot, he suddenly heard a cold voice.
He immediately responded: "Your Highness."
Mo Ronyan opened his thin lips lightly, and a cold jade-like voice sounded, "Go and customize the hairpin."
After a slight pause, he continued: "At least ten colors, using jade or suet jade, with crabapple flowers as the theme."
Shen Shi took a deep breath and began to quickly calculate how much gold he would need.
After a moment of silence, Shen Shi asked with difficulty, "What about the cost?"
Mo Ronyan had already gently opened the door, and glanced at him lightly after hearing this, "What do you think?"
Shen Shisheng swallowed helplessly.
Got it, no matter the cost.
Inside the house, it was extremely quiet.
Occasionally there was a slight explosion of candles.
The woman on the bed in the inner room was still sleeping quietly, but the quilt was kicked up to her waist at some point.
The white inner garment hung loosely on her body, and large red marks could be seen on her fair skin.
The red rose marks add a bit of glamor to the fair skin.
Mo Ronyan stood by the bed, looked at her quietly for a moment, and then gently covered her with the thin quilt again.
He raised his hand and gently placed it on her forehead. The temperature under the back of his hand was slightly hot, but it had dropped a lot compared to the previous boiling heat.
Su Ruotang rubbed her cheek, pressed his slightly cold palm under her face, and spat out a few syllables in a vague and uninvited voice, "You unruly bitch man...this lady...is going to divorce." you!"
