Su Ruotang pursed her red lips slightly, and unconsciously tightened her green-white fingers on the fat rabbit in her hand.
Shang Ruyan is Mo Rongyan's white moonlight. Even if the thing in his hand is jade, it cannot be the piece of red jade.
But deep down in my heart, there was a vague expectation.
I hope that the red jade is in the box.
She expected Mo Ronyan to leave the city early on the day she returned home, not because of Shang Ruyan.
Mo Ronyan's long, jade-like fingers slowly opened the box.
In the box, there is a palm-sized piece of red jade, moist and clear.
Su Ruotang looked at the glass-grade red jade in the box.
There were ripples in my heart, filled with an indescribable emotion.
After seeing the red jadeite clearly, Gu Shuya's cold face revealed a sarcastic smile, "Shen Lanlan, next time you brag, make a draft first."
Shen Lanlan's complexion turned from red to green, then from green to white.
Eventually, it became livid and ugly.
Mo Ronyan glanced at the audience with his cold eyes, and said with apology in his clear tone, "Grandpa, grandma, I was late because I was looking for jade for Tang'er. I hope you can forgive me."
Tan Xiuyuan watched Mo Ronyan grow up.
When he heard Mo Ronyan's apology, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Feng was the first to react, and she quickly said: "It's Tang'er's blessing that His Highness is here. Please come to His Highness's house."
Mo Rongyan nodded slightly, stepped up the steps slowly, handed the box in his hand to Su Ruotang, and flicked her forehead with his fingers, "Are you angry?"
Su Ruotang was caught off guard and was stuffed with a box, and he caught it hurriedly, "Be careful, what if it breaks?"
Mo Rong Yanyun said calmly: "If it breaks, I'll find a piece for you."
After his words fell, everyone gasped.
A red jade that can easily cost hundreds of thousands of taels of gold is like a few copper coins in the eyes of the third prince.
If you don't care, why spend so much money to coax the third prince and concubine?
But if you care, why did you take a male goblin into your house on the second day of your wedding?
After a while, a certain wife who was famous for her strict control over the courtiers couldn't help but sigh, "I would give hundreds of thousands of taels of gold to my sweet wife at every turn. If I say that I don't love her, I won't even believe it."
"Not necessarily. What if it's compensation?"
"Every time my wife did something sorry for me, she would buy me something."
"I think the third prince is really interested in the princess."
"Oh, have you forgotten that the third prince brought the male goblin back to the palace?"
"Hiss, so the third prince feels that he owes the princess, and these are compensations?"
"I really want such compensation..."
Shen Lanlan listened to everyone's discussion, and the silk handkerchief in her hand was almost torn to pieces.
A petal fell into Gu Shuya's white and tender hands at some point.
She lowered her long eyelashes, looked at the petal in her hand, and curled her lips into a smile.
The delicate white fingertips suddenly used force to crush the petals.
She slowly extended her hand to Shen Lanlan's eyes, and the fine petals fluttered down between her fingers.
"Miss Shen, when fireflies compete with the bright moon, they will end up shattered into pieces like these petals."
Shen Lanlan glared at her hatefully and turned to leave.
Gu Shuya lowered her eyes, looked at the petals at her feet, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the painting juice on her palms.
It wasn't until her fair palms were rubbed red that she handed the silk handkerchief to the maid behind her.
He raised his eyes and met Su Ruotang's eyes.
She curled her lips and smiled softly at Su Ruotang.
Gentle and virtuous.
Su Ruotang subconsciously smiled back.
Mo Ronyan followed her gaze, with an unconscious chill in his eyes.
Gu Shuya's scalp felt numb, and she left with her maid.
God, the look the Third Prince gave just now was so terrifying.
If she looked at the third prince's concubine one more time, she might be killed by the third prince's eyes.
Some of the princes and grandsons who were watching were thankful that they did not leave early when Mo Ronyan arrived with twelve jade hairpins and red emeralds.
He quickly ordered the servant to deliver the gift to the steward of Tan Mansion.
Of course, the signature is hidden in the box.
Tanfu is an imperial businessman who is as wealthy as the enemy of the country. There is no harm in being friendly with him.
But the Queen was obviously not interested in Concubine Wan, and Su Ruotang was Concubine Wan's daughter-in-law, so they only dared to express their good intentions quietly.
The hands of Tan Mansion's housekeeper and doorman were instantly filled with gifts.
They were a little confused.
What kind of custom is this?
I have never heard of anyone giving me a gift when I return home.
Mo Ronyan naturally took Su Ruotang's little hand and looked at Tan Xiuyuan and his wife, "Grandpa, grandma, please."
Tan Xiuyuan and Feng Shi looked at the priceless jade hairpin in the maid's hand, feeling a little dazed and said quickly: "Your Highness, please go first."
Su Ruotang's delicate brows furrowed slightly, knowing that the ancient imperial power was supreme.
If Mo Rongyan didn't enter, his grandfather and grandmother would not enter the mansion under any circumstances.
She sighed secretly in her heart, and just when she was about to speak, an exclamation suddenly came from the crowd.
"Someone vomited blood!"
Immediately afterwards, the crowd quickly became chaotic.
"It's a beggar!"
"Eh, so disgusting..."
"It's so dirty, and it's stained by his blood. I can't even keep this dress."
Everyone quickly backed away in disgust, revealing the person who fell on the ground.
Su Ruotang turned around and looked.
The beggar on the ground is young, about eleven or twelve years old.
Skinny and pale.
After hesitating for a moment, Su Ruotang handed the box to Mo Rongyan, picked up his skirt and ran towards the beggar.
Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Su Ruotang squatted beside the beggar, stretched out his slender and delicate wrist, and took her hand to check for her pulse without any disdain.
The pulse under the fingertips beats chaotically and very fast.
If she was not treated as soon as possible, her heart would burst and die after half a stick of incense.
Su Ruotang took out a silver needle from his sleeve and quickly stuck it into the acupuncture point on the beggar's heart.
The next second, the unconscious little beggar trembled suddenly, spit out a mouthful of blood again, and his breath became weak.
"The third prince's concubine won't kill people, right?"
Seeing that the beggar's breath was getting weaker and weaker, someone in the crowd raised questions.
