Su Ruotang wrinkled her delicate eyebrows and slightly opened her moist red lips.
Mo Ronyan was completely led into the ditch, "I don't know, what do you want?"
She also knew that three thousand words would be a loss in exchange for a hug, but she didn't know what else she could give him?
He didn't seem to be short of money, and she didn't have any money to give him...
Outside the carriage, Qing Wan straightened her ears in admiration and continued to listen.
As expected of the third prince, he could lead the young lady astray with just a few words.
She wished that the journey back home was longer. She loved hearing about such inappropriate topics for children!
"The third prince's concubine, three thousand words of prose and poetry, and pen and ink all cost a fee, so I won't forget about it with you." Mo Rongyan gently rubbed her lips with his fingertips.
"What's that?" Su Ruotang raised his head, his peach blossom eyes full of mist.
Her eyes, as clear and unguarded as a deer in the forest, can easily arouse people's desires.
Mo Ronyan looked at her with dark eyes, "I will settle the matter with you after I get home."
Su Ruotang blinked her long eyelashes, nestled comfortably in the man's arms, nodded obediently and closed her eyes, "Okay."
Hearing the sound disappear in the carriage, Qingwan was stunned.
Is this the end?
She glanced sympathetically into the car curtain.
When the young lady took on the sinister husband of the third prince, he was really eaten up to the last dregs.
Shen Shi was silent for a moment and lowered his voice, "I think the one you should sympathize with is His Highness. His Highness has earned money for a long time, but the three princes and concubines spent it all in one night. You figure out who should sympathize."
Qinghuan: "..."
No problem, her lady lost seven figures of gold tonight.
I couldn't sympathize with the lady for a moment.
When they arrived at the Third Prince's Mansion, Mo Ronyan got out of the carriage with the sleeping Su Ruotang in his arms and carried her all the way back to Songxueyuan.
"No need to wait tonight."
Qing Wan and Shen Shi placed tonight's auction items in the house, closed the door softly, and silently calculated the next time they would see the third emperor's concubine.
In the room, as soon as Mo Ronyan put down the little goblin in her arms, she opened her eyes in a daze and grabbed his collar, "Mo Ronyan, you big scumbag!"
Mo Ronyan placed his hands on her sides, staring at her with cold eyes, and cold syllables escaped from his throat, "Ha..."
She was the only mistress in his house.
She can make whatever decision she wants.
Is this kind of guy called a scumbag?
Then those people who have three wives and four concubines and raise people outside are so scum that they are no longer human beings?
Straightening up, Mo Ronyan took a box on the table with his long fingers and opened it.
The dazzling blue crystal steps are astonishingly beautiful under the hazy light of night pearls.
Mo Rongyan picked up the Bu Yao and waved it in front of Su Ruotang's eyes. The Bu Yao touched the hanging crystal and made a pleasant sound when it collided.
"Do you want it?"
Su Ruotang stared at Bu Yao closely and nodded subconsciously, "Yes."
Mo Ronyan's jade-like fingers grasped the gold-encrusted blue crystal Bu Yao.
For a moment, I couldn't tell whether the hand was more beautiful or the step was more beautiful.
Su Ruotang's eyes slowly moved to the wrist with noble lines, and he blinked blankly, "It's so beautiful..."
A chuckle escaped from Mo Ronyan's throat, and his clear voice was hoarse, "What do you want?"
The man's usually indifferent eyebrows were smiling, just like a black and white ink painting suddenly splashed with bright colors, so beautiful that it was dazzling.
"I want you." Su Ruotang answered honestly as his mind was completely occupied by the beautiful man.
The smile in Mo Ronyan's eyes grew stronger, and he bent down to get closer to her, "Tell me if you want, why do you call me a scumbag?"
Su Ruotang curled her lips and complained aggrievedly, "You planted my Xifu Begonia on the land where Shang Ruyan's roses were planted."
"Tell me, do you only love her in your heart?"
“Even the land I use to grow flowers is second-hand recycling!”
Second hand recycling?
What the hell is that?
Mo Rongyan frowned slightly, looked at her for a moment, and said with a pleasant smile, "Little Haitang, you are so jealous."
"I thought my mother-in-law asked me to plant that rose."
Su Ruotang's chaotic mind became slightly clearer, "Didn't you have sex with Shang Ruyan?"
"I was misled by her, thinking that the roses were sent by my mother-in-law." Mo Ronyan slid his long fingers to her waist and exerted slight pressure.
"Xiao Haitang, do you still want 3,000 words of poetry and prose?"
A slightly cold feeling came from her waist. Su Ruotang's body trembled suddenly, and she subconsciously reached out to cover her body, "Don't touch it, do...don't..."
Mo Ronyan put Bu Yao on the pillow and continued to move down with his long fingers, "Do you want it or not?"
"Don't..." Su Ruotang's graceful swan neck suddenly leaned back, and a low gasp escaped from her red lips.
Mo Ronyan slowly raised his finger to her eyes, his clear eyes covered with a dark color, "Really don't want it?"
Under the hazy light, the water stains on the man's fingertips were extremely clear.
Su Ruotang blinked, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's wrist, saying disgustedly: "You are sick, you can't..."
Mo Ronyan's forehead jumped.
The next second, Su Ruotang was caught off guard and rolled over and pinned underneath him.
"Hiccup..." Su Ruotang burped, looking at the beautiful man under her, her red lips overflowing word by word:
"You, Guo! Ran! No! OK!"
Mo Rongyan had a few strands of hair hanging down from her temples, her lips were bright red, but her cheeks were pale, with a sickly and broken beauty.
He had never recovered from the cold, and the continuous low-grade fever made him extremely tired physically and mentally.
At this moment, Su Ruotang was suppressing him. He looked at the gorgeous blush at the end of the girl's eyes, as well as her pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes soaked in water color. Her usually cold ink eyes were slightly raised, and her voice was slow, "The third prince wants to do what?"
Su Ruotang tilted her head, with the faint aroma of wine and cedar lingering in her nose, looking at Mo Rongyan's rare show of weakness.
She vaguely felt as if she could counterattack him.
Thinking of this, she became bolder. She sat on his waist, stretched out her hand to lift his chin, "Beauty, take good care of this fairy tonight."
A chuckle escaped from Mo Rongyan's throat, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Fairy, how do you want me to serve you?"
"I haven't recovered from the cold, maybe——"
"It's beyond my capabilities."
