All the cells in Su Ruotang's body sounded alarms.
Her bright and colorful peach blossom eyes were full of vigilance, "I have only been in for two hours, less than ten days."
Mo Rongyan raised his Qingjun eyebrows slightly and said in a casual tone, "So?"
Su Ruotang said confidently: "So the compensation does not count."
"Okay." A deep laugh escaped from the man's throat, he took a step back and stood in front of him with his hands behind his hands.
Seeing how straightforwardly he agreed, Su Ruotang's skin tensed up.
She felt that with the urinary nature of a dog man, she would definitely remember him forever.
Sooner or later, this so-called compensation will be recovered from her.
While she was thinking, Zi Linwei hurriedly came out with Deep Sea Chen Yin.
There was obvious joy in his expression, "Your Highness, it's not an epidemic, it's really poisoning!"
The lower part of the silver needle he held up turned black.
The silver needle made of sunken silver from the deep sea can detect all strange poisons in the world.
This weird poison can evade the doctor's pulse diagnosis, but it can't evade the deep sea sinking silver.
After seeing the silver needle in his hand clearly, the people who had originally stayed away from him gathered around him.
“It’s really getting dark!”
"That's great. It's poisoning, not an epidemic. No need to worry!"
"This forest is so vast that if it is set on fire, it can easily develop into a wildfire."
"That's right. Once it becomes a wildfire, many people who make a living by hunting will lose their income."
Mo Rongyan took the silver needle from Zi Linwei's hand, lowered his eyes and said solemnly: "Qiao Han."
When Qiao Han heard Mo Ronyan calling her, she quickly stepped forward and saluted with clasped fists, "Your Highness, what are your orders?"
"Did you invite other families to the banquet tonight?"
"Your Highness, everyone is invited."
Mo Ronyan took the silk handkerchief handed over by Shen Shi, wiped the silver needle clean slowly, and said in a calm voice, "Let's negotiate a price."
Qiao Han was stunned: "What's the price?"
Mo Ronyan put the silver needle back into the redwood box and raised his chin slightly, "This."
Qiao Han's pupils shrank and he said quickly: "Your Highness, this is left by the ancestors of the Qiao family. It is..." It is not for sale.
"Make a price." Before he could finish his words, he was cut off by Mo Rongyan.
Qiao Han glanced at Qiao Wanwan and said firmly: "Your Highness, this is the dowry left by the Qiao family to Wanwan. It cannot be sold."
Mo Ronyan lowered his eyes and held the redwood box with his slender fingers.
After playing with it for a moment, he threw the box back to Qiao Han, "Forget it then."
Qiao Han hurriedly caught the box, carefully put it in his arms, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Before he could speak, Mo Ronyan's voice continued, "When will the new city lord arrive?"
Mo Jinming turned over and dismounted, and just in time to hear Mo Ronyan's words, he walked quickly to his side and whispered: "We are already here. When you fell off the cliff before, I reported Qian Xian's ulterior motives to my father."
"The new city lord is Xiao Beiyi, who won the top prize in this year's imperial examination."
After he finished speaking, a young man who had been following him took a step forward, lifted up his clothes and knelt down, "Your Highness, Xiao Beiyi."
Mo Ronyan glanced at the man wearing a blue gown, who had a tall and straight figure and was as tough as a bamboo, and hummed lightly.
The cold and thin voice conveyed a strong sense of oppression, "You will communicate with Qiao Han for the medicinal materials needed for the treatment of the common people, as well as food, drink and accommodation for the homeless people."
"All supplies are provided by the Qiao family."
"Yes, Your Highness." Xiao Beiyi responded respectfully.
Qiao Han opened his mouth and wanted to say that I didn't say that he still had to take care of the people's food, drink and accommodation.
As soon as the words reached his mouth, he was interrupted by Mo Jinming, "Master Qiao is so kind-hearted. I will definitely report it to my father after I return to the capital."
After hearing what Mo Jinming said, Qiao Han had to change his words and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, from the common people."
Fu Beixian and Tan Zhixi looked at Qiao Han sympathetically.
This time, he had to bleed profusely.
...
At three o'clock in the morning, several carriages were parked in front of Qiao's residence.
Xiao Beiyi stood at the front, flanked by Qiao Han and Qiao Wanwan, and behind him were some prominent figures in Xicheng.
At this time, everyone stood quietly.
When he looked at the young figure at the front, his eyes were full of fear and fear.
In just two hours, all of them experienced Xiao Beiyi's methods.
Everyone who originally didn't take him seriously now no longer dared to despise him.
Xiao Beiyi ignored everyone and just stood upright.
His handsome face was expressionless.
But the pressure emanating from the whole body made everyone slightly frightened.
It was already Xu Shi when Mo Ronyan and others arrived.
Seeing his carriage, Xiao Beiyi stepped forward and said respectfully: "Your Highness."
Mo Ronyan opened the curtain and stepped out of the carriage.
With a faint hum, he reached into the car.
Su Ruotang held his hand and walked slowly out of the carriage.
After entering Qiao Mansion and sitting down in the garden where the banquet was held, Su Ruotang couldn't help but sigh:
"Mr. Qiao is really rich. The carved beams and painted buildings, rockery and water are so exquisite that they surpass the Third Prince's Mansion."
Qiao Han didn't know why she said that. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he said with a smile: "This young master is joking. How can my mansion be compared with His Highness's Prince's Mansion?"
Su Ruotang smiled casually: "Master Qiao is so humble."
Qiao Han glanced at Mo Ronyan and quickly changed the subject, "Your Highness, I have arranged the people according to Master Qiao's instructions."
Mo Ronyan picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said calmly: "Thank you for your hard work."
Qiao Han felt so distressed that he almost bled when he thought of the large quantities of medicinal materials, clothes and food.
On his face, he forced a smile, "No hard work, no hard work, being able to do things for the people is a blessing for ordinary people."
"My daughter has arranged a song and dance performance, please enjoy it, Your Highness."
Mo Ronyan put down the tea cup in his hand and made a crisp sound.
What followed was a cool and indifferent syllable, "Yeah."
When Qiao Han heard this, he looked happy and clapped his hands.
As long as Wanwan can be favored by the third prince, the money will not be wasted.
Sooner or later you can earn it back.
Qiao Han's applause fell, and the boy brought two drums.
The next moment, the music sounded, and a girl wearing a white gauze skirt fell from the sky.
She touched the drum with her bare feet, making a thick sound.
The golden bells at her ankles made sweet ringing sounds as she danced.
Qiao Wanwan was wearing a simple white gauze dress, elegant and fairy-like, and her graceful figure immediately attracted the attention of countless people.
Her eyes exposed outside the veil were staring at Mo Ronyan.
The deep feeling almost overflowed from the eyes.
Su Ruotang snorted coldly and looked sideways at Mo Rongyan.
