Gu Shuya was stunned.
Immediately, a blush appeared on her white cheeks.
She looked away and said coquettishly, "Why are you mentioning that idiot?"
Su Ruotang smiled softly, with a hint of worry in her tone, "Sister Gu, the Queen is obviously interested in the shogi camp in your hands, and she is reluctant to part with the business connections. Once you and your cousin are engaged, the Queen may do anything to deal with the Gu family."
Gu Shuya sighed softly: "So, the Gu family has taken sides, and I choose the young lady."
Choosing the third prince can ensure the prosperity of the Gu family.
By choosing Su Ruotang as the main one, she has the opportunity to live her life as she pleases.
I swam in Tanzhi River to wash away the yellow waste in my mind, and lay lazily by the soup pool.
A pair of smart eyes, as if washed by water, clear and translucent.
She stared at the hickeys on Su Ruotang's body and was a little curious, "Tang'er, why do you still have so many marks on your body if you take the initiative?"
"Shouldn't it be that the third prince has traces on his body?"
In the scripts she had read, it was always the man who took the initiative and then left traces on the woman's body.
Why is it that when it comes to my cousin, she takes the initiative to let it go and still has so many marks on her body?
Su Ruotang: "..."
This topic is a bit out of scope.
After a moment of silence, she continued to smear a certain dog man.
"His Royal Highness the Third Exiled Immortal in your eyes likes to bite people."
"Probably, he was a roaring dog in his previous life."
Tan Zhixi: "..."
Gu Shuya: "..."
It is really difficult to connect the noble and noble third prince with a dog that can fall into a mud puddle while walking.
The picture is too beautiful to imagine.
The barking dog that Su Ruotang was talking about was currently in the soup pool next door.
His bony fingers held a green grape and played with it.
The cold white fingertips, set against the crystal green, are as delicate as cold jade.
Mo Jinming held the fruit wine and looked at him sideways, "Did you have a fight with your siblings?"
Mo Ronyan lowered his eyes and slowly peeled the grape skins, saying in a calm voice, "No."
It was just that the third prince's concubine was unilaterally angry with him.
Not a quarrel.
Fu Beixian picked a grape, threw it into his mouth, and sneered, "Second brother, you overestimate Mo Lalan."
"He is so lazy that he can sit and never stand. Do you think he will quarrel with his siblings?"
Mo Jinming chuckled: "That's right. Is that because your siblings are unilaterally ignoring you?"
His younger brother obviously cares about others, but he doesn't know how to express it.
But there are some things that the two of them must see through themselves.
Mo Rongyan looked at him coolly and stuffed the peeled grapes in his hand into his mouth, "You are the only one who talks a lot."
Mo Jinming was caught off guard and was stuffed with a grape. After swallowing it, he gave a friendly suggestion, "Talk to your sister-in-law more, and you will know why she ignored you."
Mo Ronyan raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, then poured a glass of fruit wine, "She doesn't want to talk to me."
Mo Jinming and Fu Beixian looked at each other, deeply suspecting that it was not the person in front of them who proposed to marry Su Ruotang at Qingling Temple.
Fu Beixian smacked his lips: "Were you possessed by an evil spirit at Qingling Temple that day?"
He actually asked to marry a woman.
Mo Ronyan's cool eyes fell on him, and his voice was indifferent, "There is still one more Nanman snake feeder left."
Fu Beixian's fur tightened and he quickly looked at Mo Jinming, "Second brother, save me!"
When he was young, he marched with his father. On the cold border, a snake crawled into the bed and slept with him while it curled up around his neck.
He was almost strangled to death by the snake, and subconsciously reached out to touch it, but felt a smooth touch on his hand.
He suddenly woke up, and his father cut off the snake in time, but the snake's head fell into his mouth.
That feeling was something he would never forget in his life.
Even now, he is still most afraid of snakes.
Mo Jinming smiled softly, then suppressed his smile, and asked with a serious face: "Third brother, why did Shang Ruyan say that you promised to protect her throughout her life?"
Mo Rongyan held a painted wine cup with long fingers, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, nonchalantly saying, "I don't know."
Listening to his cold voice, Mo Jinming asked again: "Why do you give Shang Ruyan a gift every year on her birthday?"
Hearing this, Mo Ronyan was stunned for a moment, "What gift?"
Fu Beixian couldn't help but say, "Don't you know about the gift you gave yourself?"
"Everyone in the capital knows that you send gifts to the Shang Mansion every year on Shang Ruyan's birthday."
Mo Rongyan picked up the wine pot with his long finger and glanced at Fu Beixian lightly, "It's been spreading rumors. I have never given Shang Ruyan a gift."
Except for the third prince's concubine, no woman was worthy of the gift he gave her.
Thinking of the little white-eyed wolf, Mo Ronyan narrowed his eyes, picked up the wine bottle and poured wine into his mouth.
He feeds her delicious food and drinks, but he still gets angry with himself for no reason. He is really a white-eyed wolf.
Mo Jinming had a headache: "Because these news are untrue, you have ignored them all these years? You have allowed the rumors to spread."
Because it is untrue, I don’t bother to explain.
He didn't know whether he should be happy for his younger brother or sister. The third younger brother didn't care about Shang Ruyan at all.
He should still worry about his third brother, whether he would break up with him in anger.
Mo Rongyan's clear ink eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist in the mountains, making it impossible to see through his true emotions.
He picked up the wine bottle and swung it, and the silky robe slipped from his well-joined wrists, revealing scratches on the cold white skin, and he hummed lightly.
Mo Jinming pinched his eyebrows with a headache: "Have you told this to your siblings?"
Mo Rongyan drooled, his eyes fell on the scratches on his wrists, and there was no emotion in his clear voice, "It's not necessary."
Mo Jinming: "..."
Fu Beixian rolled his eyes: "Mo Lalan, if you don't explain, please be careful that my wife is gone."
Mo Ronyan put the wine bottle back on the stone table.
The ceramics collided with the stone table, making a clear and crisp sound.
What followed was his Kunshan jade-like tone——
"She can't run away."
After saying that, he stood up and walked out.
Fu Beixian asked subconsciously: "Where are you going?"
"Train your wife." Mo Rongyan's thin lips opened slightly, two syllables escaped.
Wife training?
How to train?
Mo Jinming and Fu Beixian looked at each other and silently prayed that their siblings would be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
