She asked Fu Beixian this question the first time she went to Songting Inn.
But Mo Ronyan almost poked his eyes out with chopsticks.
Mo Ronyan sat lazily next to her, fingering the watery grapes with his long, jade-like fingers.
After hearing Su Ruotang's words, the action of peeling the grapes paused slightly.
Immediately, he peeled the grapes even more quickly, stuffed them into Su Ruotang's mouth, and uttered one word briefly, "Eat."
"Ahem..." Su Ruotang was caught off guard and was stuffed with a grape again, and she choked immediately.
At this moment, a shocked voice came from the door of the palace, "Mo Lanlan, do you want to murder your newlywed wife and sleep with a male goblin?!"
"Cough cough cough..."
This time, Su Ruotang coughed even more violently.
The eyes were stained with a thin mist, and the ends of the white eyes were tinged with crimson, making those peach blossom eyes even more charming and charming.
When the long eyelashes tremble slightly due to the cough, they seem to be carrying thin little hooks.
Mo Ronyan's eyes darkened, he took the handkerchief and wiped his hands, patted her back gently, stopped her behind him, and looked coldly at Fu Beixian who walked into the hall, "Are you very free?"
Fu Beixian rubbed his arms, with a strong desire to survive, "No, I have a lot of things to do. Today I have trouble with my second brother."
After that, he looked at Mo Jinming seriously, "Second brother, the forbidden army outside the city said that they have gained weight recently and need us to re-formulate the training plan and lose weight."
Mo Jinming: "..."
After a moment of silence, he answered with a very polite smile, "Okay, you and I will go over there tomorrow to have a look."
Su Ruotang, who recovered slowly: "..."
Brother, can you find an excuse to be more careful?
Mo Jinming handed the peeled grapes to Fu Beixian and answered Su Ruotang's question with a smile.
"When my third brother was young, he would never sit down if he could lie down, never stand if he could sit down, and never wake up if he could sleep."
Fu Beixian devoured the food and added, "He would even skip meals just to sleep."
Mo Rongyan's cold gaze paused on Fu Beixian and Mo Jinming, "The Southern Barbarians are in short supply of snake breeders. I think you two are suitable."
Fu Beixian shrank his neck, reduced his presence, and muttered: "You know how to bully honest people like us."
Su Ruotang raised his hand to wipe the tears from his eyes and looked at Mo Ronyan with a smile.
Thinking about this time together, he was indeed able to sit still and not stand up.
The title Mo Lalan suits him quite well.
After Fu Beixian finished eating the grapes, he saw that Mo Ronyan was still peeling the grapes and handed the plate to him, "Thank you very much."
Mo Rongyan glanced at him lightly, stuffed the peeled grapes to Su Ruotang, and then poured the whole bunch of grapes into Fu Beixian's plate.
Fu Beixian: "..."
"You treat them differently!"
Su Ruotang quickly swallowed the grapes and patted her chest, still feeling terrified.
Fortunately she reacted quickly, otherwise she would have been choked again this time.
After burning the incense, the little beggar on the imperial concubine's bed woke up.
She glanced around blankly, then propped herself up and tried to get up.
"Don't get up before your toxins are cleared." Su Ruotang saw her waking up and said calmly.
The little beggar turned his head and looked at Su Ruotang blankly.
Seeing her dazed look, Su Ruotang frowned slightly and murmured: "Are you stupid?"
When the little beggar heard what she said, he came to his senses and quickly thanked her, "Thank you, Miss, for saving my life."
Su Ruotang looked her over and asked, "When you said it was a pity before you fell into coma, did you mean you didn't die?"
The little beggar was startled, then shook his head, "No..."
"Then what are you regretting?"
The little beggar hesitated for a moment, bit his lip and said in a low voice: "Miss, can you send me out?"
Su Ruotang looked at her carefully and suddenly asked: "Do you know the poison you have been poisoned with?"
The little beggar lowered his eyes and hummed softly, "I heard it accidentally."
Last night, when she went to deliver medicine to her mother in a ruined temple, she accidentally bumped into a girl wearing a white curtain hat.
The gruel she finally begged for was spilled on the girl.
I thought I would get a severe beating in return.
Unexpectedly, the girl did not blame her. Instead, she asked the maid behind her to give her the food box and comfort her softly.
She thought she had met a kind person and had a good meal with her mother.
That night, her mother died of poison and she fell into a coma.
He vaguely saw the girl, standing beside her and her mother, with a cold tone, "Throw this old woman into a mass grave, and throw this little beggar into the street next to Tanfu."
"I put some poison in the food box I gave her last night..."
She fainted and did not hear the next words.
But one can also guess that her stupid mother must have been eaten by hungry wolves and vultures in mass graves until no bones were left.
Thinking of this, she bit her lower lip, and the hatred in her eyes was as strong as substance.
Mo Ronyan's knuckled fingers tapped on the table.
The extremely regular knocking sound echoed in the hall, carrying a strong sense of oppression.
He opened his thin lips lightly, and the voice that overflowed was filled with a refreshing chill, "Who is your father?"
The hatred in the little beggar's eyes suddenly froze, and he bit his lower lip.
As the pressure grew stronger, her body began to tremble.
It took a while before I managed to squeeze out four words, "I don't know."
"Huh?" A cold syllable escaped from Mo Rongyan's lips.
His clear gaze fell on the little beggar's face, and his voice became colder and colder, "What is the relationship between the Shen family and you?"
