Su Ruotang refused coldly: "No need."
No. 7 took a deep look at her and raised his chin towards the porcelain bottle on the table. "This ointment will leave no scars. You can apply it yourself later."
Realizing that No. 7 had no ill intentions towards him, Su Ruotang's peach blossom eyes, which were always looking forward to seeing the glory, were filled with confusion.
That day on the cliff, he had no murderous intention towards him.
It seemed that he had no intention of harming himself when he was kidnapped this time.
What does he want to do?
Su Ruotang's eyes were cold and cold, and her pretty little face was expressionless, "If you want to use me to threaten His Highness, I advise you to give up as soon as possible."
No. 7 smiled meaningfully: "Then we'll see."
After saying that, he turned around, closed the door and left.
Su Ruotang's eyes fell on the porcelain bottle on the table, his expression cold.
After a while, she slowly withdrew her gaze and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at the little jade cat with purple light flowing in her palm.
The night faded away little by little.
Instead, there was a flash of white light that cut through the thick darkness.
Fragments of sunlight filtered through the bamboo curtains and fell on the bedside.
And this night, Su Ruotang was not the only one who stayed awake all night.
When Mo Ronyan woke up, the sky was already filled with glow, and the people around him had been gone for a long time.
When Fu Beixian saw him coming out, his face was full of teasing, "Hey, our lazy cat is finally willing to get up."
Mo Ronyan looked casual and lazy, glanced at the four people, and said in a hoarse voice, "Where is she?"
Mo Jinming picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea and pushed it to his hand, "Drink some water to moisten your throat. My brother and sister said they would go out for a walk. Zi Linwei will follow."
Mo Ronyan's slender white fingers fell on the peach red glazed tea cup, like fine jade carvings.
A touch of warmth came from his fingertips. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip, looking a little surprised, "Green Mountain Silver Tip?"
The tea liquid in your mouth is bitter at first, sweet aftertaste in the middle stage, and fragrant and elegant in the later stage.
Bitter but not astringent, fragrant but not sweet.
One hundred taels of gold and one tael.
Mo Jinming picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then raised his chin towards the light blue tea can on the table, "Qiao Han sent it."
Mo Rongyan lowered his eyes and looked at the clear green tea liquid in the cup with a slightly cold expression, "He has made a lot of money over the years."
Ordinary businessmen are reluctant to buy Qingshan Silver Tip.
The jar Qiao Han sent was worth ten thousand taels of gold.
Gu Shuya smiled softly: "After your highness's hammering, the silver collected by Mr. Xiao is enough to open a river and divert it."
Tan Zhixi smiled and added: "Even more than enough."
Mo Ronyan put down the tea cup and made a crisp sound.
What followed was his cold and indifferent voice, "Since we have dug the river, we should also build a few bridges."
Mo Jinming instantly understood what he meant and chuckled, "Qiao Han and the others can definitely squeeze out oil from their bodies. They have enough money."
Mo Ronyan hummed slightly, stood up slowly and walked out.
"Hey, where are you going?" Fu Beixian shouted.
Mo Rongyan didn't even look back, his voice was cold and casual, "Shopping."
Shopping for what?
shop?
Fu Beixuan and Mo Jinming looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
From the day he was born, he probably doesn’t even know what is sold on the street.
A person who never wastes a single second of sleep time actually goes shopping?
They both turned to look out the window.
Did the sun rise from the west today?
The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window just burned out.
"The sun doesn't even rise in the west!" Fu Beixian murmured, and from the corner of his eye he happened to see the hurried figure of the Zilin Guard.
"Your Highness, the third prince's concubine was kidnapped by gangsters covered in black robes." Zilinwei knelt on one knee in front of Mo Ronyan:
"This subordinate is not doing well in protecting the Lord. Please punish me, Your Highness."
After Zi Linwei finished speaking, Mo Jinming and others stood up in shock, "What?"
Mo Ronyan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes drooping, covering the emotions in his eyes.
But everyone can feel that they feel like they are in the twelfth lunar month of winter.
"Wrapped in a black robe?" After a while, his frosty tone overflowed word by word.
Zi Linwei lowered his head: "Yes."
"Poisoner No. 7?" Mo Jinming's expression changed.
Just as he finished speaking, another Zilin Guard hurried over, raised the note in his hand, and handed it to Mo Ronyan respectfully.
"Your Highness, my subordinates did not chase the person who abducted the third prince's concubine, but when they chased him, they saw this."
Mo Ronyan took it and unfolded it.
There is a sentence written on it——
[Your Highness, the Third Highness, comes alone from the top of Xicheng Mountain. 】
Mo Jinming frowned: "I'll go with you."
Mo Ronyan held his long fingers with clear joints.
The note instantly turned into scattered debris, falling down between his fingers.
There was a coldness on his handsome face, as if it was instantly stained with frost that could not be melted away.
When his eyes fell on the debris between his fingers, the frost instantly condensed into ice and snow.
"No, I'll go by myself."
Before the last note had finished, his figure had disappeared at the top of the stairs.
"Mo Lalan!" Fu Beixian hurriedly took two steps to catch up, but was stopped by Wu Yi who suddenly appeared.
"Don't chase!"
"Senior Wuyi!" Fu Beixian looked happy, "Let's go and save our cousin's wife!"
Wuyi pulled him and shook his head, "You guys wait here, I'll go."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Mo Jinming, "There is a secret passage underground in the city lord's mansion. Fill it in and check everywhere again. Any suspicious herbs found will be burned."
When Qian Xian withdrew, he took away all the prescriptions hidden in the city lord's mansion.
But there were some herbs that I didn't have time to take away.
He looked carefully and found that these herbs were highly poisonous plants.
After speaking, he patted Fu Beixian on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I will bring them back safely."
Fu Beixian pursed his lips and could only place his hope on Wuyi, "Senior, please bring them all back."
Wuyi hummed softly, and followed Mo Rongyan in a flash.
Mo Jinming watched his figure disappear with a cold face, "Go to the City Lord's Mansion."
...
The top of the cliff in Xicheng.
When Mo Ronyan arrived in the light of morning light, his white brocade robe was stained with blood.
The beautiful and magnificent face, set off by this little bit of blood, looks like a heartless and desireless god on the top of the snow mountain, suddenly being pulled into the devil's world.
Fallen angel becomes demon.
No. 7 sat at the bamboo table, sipping tea slowly.
Seeing Mo Ronyan, he raised his eyebrows and sneered coldly, "Trash."
Hundreds of poisonous puppets couldn't stop Mo Ronyan.
Those half-finished products are really waste.
He took a leisurely sip of tea and looked up at Mo Ronyan, "Your Highness, you are really good at martial arts."
"I just don't know if the cold poison has taken effect under such forced use of internal energy?"
Mo Ronyan held the sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground.
A drop of bright red blood dripped down the tip of the sword and fell to the ground.
Under the soft light of the morning sun, the man's pupils were as dark as ink, and his gaze was cold and indifferent, which made people feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts.
"What about her?"
No. 7 shook the teacup in his hand casually and asked instead of answering, "Your Highness, Third Highness, aren't you curious about what conditions Shang Ruyan will put forward for Emperor Wu Shun?"
