Su Ruotang held the jade box in her slender white hands and hummed, "Of course it is important."
"Are you sure?" Mo Ronyan put her down and pulled away the black silk on the table.
In an instant, the room was as bright as day.
Su Ruotang was stimulated by the sudden light and narrowed his eyes slightly, causing a thin mist to form in his eyes.
Her long eyelashes were covered with tiny crystals, and she looked dimly at the two goose egg-sized beads on the table.
"Is this... Night Pearl?"
Luminous pearls are not considered a luxury among the rich and powerful in Dongqi.
But they are basically the size of quail eggs, and rarely the size of chicken eggs or goose eggs.
As for the one as big as a goose egg, only Concubine Wan's Xianqing Palace has one.
It was Nanchen's contribution from his defeat five years ago.
Emperor Wu Shun gave it directly to Concubine Wan.
Now, what she had in front of her was the size of two goose eggs.
Its value cannot be measured in money.
Mo Rongyan slowly arranged the clothes that Su Ruotang had messed up, and said in a calm voice, "What's important now?"
Su Ruotang held the jade box, stretched out her fingers as white as green onions, and poked the night pearl.
Hearing this, she blinked and said without conscience: "Of course His Highness is the most important."
She could still tell the difference between food, clothing, food, and parents for the time being.
After coaxing the dog man, he will get whatever he wants.
Thinking of this, she felt no more psychological burden, and the kind words came out of Yanhong's little mouth as if they were free:
"Your Highness, you are as beautiful as an immortal, young and rich. Being able to marry you is simply a blessing that this little girl has cultivated for three lifetimes."
"Buddha said that it was only after we passed by each other five hundred times in the previous life that I can look back in this life. I can marry His Highness. It must have been tens of thousands of encounters in the past life..."
Mo Ronyan raised her eyebrows, and Yun Danfeng gently interrupted her, "I remember that my wife said many times that she wanted to reconcile with her husband."
Su Ruotang choked.
He swallowed the words that reached his lips.
Dog men always have the ability to chat to death with just one sentence.
She glared at him angrily: "I tell you, this fairy does not sell her body when it comes to her art!"
With the bright light of the night pearl, Mo Ronyan could clearly see the beautiful and delicate little face of the third prince, which changed into several expressions in just a few breaths.
His thin lips raised slightly, outlining a very slight arc, and he raised his hand in a 'please' gesture, "Let's get started."
Su Ruotang didn't react for a moment, her pretty little face was covered with confusion, "What to start?"
Mo Ronyan walked slowly to the low couch and sat down, pouring a cup of tea slowly.
With long fingers that were as moist as jade, he picked up the tea cup and faintly said two words, "Performance."
Su Ruotang reacted, rolled his eyes, and uttered two simple words from his red lips, "No."
She is a ghost doctor who only knows medicine but not art.
Mo Ronyan took a sip of tea, and his hands with clear joints exuded a jade-like luster against the blue and white porcelain tea cup.
He looked at her calmly and said in an unhurried voice, "What does the third prince's concubine do?"
Su Ruotang leaned on the table and played with the jade box with her slender fingers.
Her red lips raised slightly, and three words slowly escaped her lips, "I will... warm the bed."
Her soft voice was deliberately elongated, as if it were silky in the summer, and its strands are alluring.
Mo Rongyan, Qingjun's eyebrows were casual and tired, he raised his eyes nonchalantly and looked at her lightly.
Su Ruotang raised her swan neck with smooth and perfect lines, like a proud little swan, "Warming the bed is also a technical job, and it belongs to the art category."
Under the cold light, she has extremely beautiful bones and a magnificent face. The ends of her eyes are slightly raised, and a proud look overflows from her peach blossom eyes, making her even more attractive.
Mo Ronyan's eyes fell on her incomprehensible facial features, with admiration in his eyes.
The third prince's concubine, who had restored her true appearance, was so beautiful that she showed off her beauty.
There are three types of beauty, one is beauty in appearance and the other is beauty in bones.
The last one is both.
And the third prince's concubine is exactly the third type.
The elegance and nobility that radiated from her bones made her every smile come alive and enchant her soul.
"Does Your Highness think that warming the bed is not considered art?"
Mo Ronyan put down the tea cup casually, looked at her quietly with his cold black eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and he spat out a single syllable, "Forget it."
Su Ruotang opened her mouth slightly.
Somewhat unbelievable.
The dog man doesn't follow common sense!
The art of warming the bed!
Then, as if she thought of something, she stared at him warily, "I tell you, just warm the bed!"
Mo Rongyan nodded lightly: "Go."
Su Ruotang looked at him suspiciously.
Seeing her standing still, Mo Ronyan's always clear voice was filled with a smile, "Don't you dare?"
Su Ruotang looked at No Yu in the man's eyes and hesitated.
Immediately, she stood up straight and walked towards the bed.
Take off your shoes, pull up the quilt, and cover yourself.
Done in one go.
Use actions to prove to Mo Ronyan whether you dare or not.
Seeing the childish movements of the third prince, Mo Rongyan had a faint smile on his face.
He shook his head and laughed twice, pinched his eyebrows with his long fingers, picked up the tea and drank it all in one gulp.
After a while, he noticed that the girl's breathing had become evener. He stood up slowly and opened the belt of her clothes with his long fingers.
Su Ruotang seemed to hear the sound of rushing water in a daze.
The body seemed to be hit by the waves and was floating unsteadily.
She opened her eyes with difficulty.
What comes into view is the man's beautiful face.
"Mo Ronyan!" When she saw where she was, her face turned red with anger, "What are you going to do?"
The dog man actually got her into the bathtub while she was sleeping.
Is this something humans do?
What responded to her was the man's fingertips slowly sliding down.
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled violently twice and stared at her wetly.
Not long after, her body trembled suddenly and then softened.
The sparkling peach blossom eyes are like a clear spring filled with water. When gently swaying, the spring water seems to overflow.
Mo Rongyan's long fingers pressed the sensitive spot on her waist slowly and slowly, "Madam, a good night is too short."
Su Ruotang tilted his neck back and gasped, "This is compensation."
Mo Ronyan held her slender waist, lifted her up and walked to the bed.
The bed curtains were flying, covering the two figures that merged into one.
When the first ray of sunlight in the morning passed through the bed curtain and fell on the bed, Su Ruotang vaguely felt movement coming from her side.
She turned over, hugged the quilt and fell asleep again.
Mo Ronyan stood up, looked at the sleeping third prince and concubine, and gave up the idea of taking her to the city lord's palace.
He put on his clothes and made sure that the bed curtain would not reveal the figure of the person on the bed, then he opened the door slowly.
Shen Shi, who was guarding the door, saw him and immediately whispered: "Your Highness, the Second Highness and the others controlled all the officials and gentry in Xicheng in Qiao Mansion last night."
"Early this morning, Qiao Han took the lead and expressed his loyalty to His Highness from now on."
Mo Rongyan smiled coldly, his voice without warmth, "Loyal to this palace?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people came up the stairs.
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