Wen Yuan.
Built at the back mountain hot spring.
The entire courtyard is built in the center of the hot spring.
Shrouded in water vapor all year round, the exquisite attic, with carved dragons and painted phoenixes, looks like a fairyland on earth.
Entering Wenyuan, warm water vapor hits your face.
Su Ruotang sighed: "It's warm as spring all year round. It's such a good place."
The boy smiled and said: "The Wen Yuan was built by the owner specifically to cultivate Bana flowers."
With that said, he pushed open the door of the main courtyard and said, "Two distinguished ladies, please come inside."
The door opens.
A faint sweet fragrance hits your face.
At first smell, it is exactly the same as the fragrance of Hibiscus flower.
There are countless flower pots of different sizes placed on the table and on the floor in the house.
The flowerpots were either empty or contained a withered plant.
Several luminous pearls are embedded in the house, making it as bright as day even at night.
Su Ruotang squinted his eyes and looked at the withered flower on the table in the middle, "Is this the other side flower?"
The boy nodded: "These are the other side flowers that the owner failed to cultivate."
Su Ruotang walked to the table and carefully observed the withered plants.
Mo Ronyan casually took the pruning shears on the table nearby, cut off a small piece of withered petals, and examined them carefully.
"Does this flower still have leaves?"
The boy explained: "This is a failure in cultivation. When the successfully cultivated Bianhua flowers bloom, their leaves will naturally fall off."
Mo Ronyan said lightly: "How long has this tree been withered?"
"One year." The boy replied very simply.
One year...
Mo Ronyan lowered his eyes and cut the flower branches carelessly with the pruning shears in his hand.
Pei Ming started cultivating Bianhua flowers three years ago.
And this flower from the other side, although it is withered.
However, the petals do not break when touched, but have a soft feeling that is not easy to detect.
This flower will not wither for more than three months.
Using pruning shears, he lifted up a bit of soil.
The soil is extremely dry, and upon observation, it does seem as if it has not been watered for a year.
Mo Ronyan threw the pruning shears on the table, glanced at the dozens of flowerpots in the room, and asked with a faint expression, "Are all the dead flowers Pei Ming has cultivated over the years here?"
The boy replied respectfully: "Your Highness, the flower of the other side contains a slight poison. Although the owner of the village has tested it, the withered flower of the other side is not poisonous."
"But for safety reasons, the owner still keeps these withered flowers in this room."
Mo Rongyan and Su Ruotang looked at each other and said lightly, "Tang'er, we have to go to the mother's palace for dinner, it's time to go back."
When he spoke, the coldness in his tone dissipated and was filled with tenderness and doting.
The boy looked deeply at Mo Ronyan: "Your Highness, I will take you out."
The young master is right, Su Ruotang is Mo Rongyan's weakness.
Once a person has a weakness, he is no longer invincible.
Sitting on the carriage.
Su Ruotang lifted the car curtain with her slender white fingers and looked at the hot spring villa gradually receding outside the car.
Mo Ronyan poured a cup of fruit tea and put it in her hand, "That boy is lying."
Su Ruotang put down the car curtain and took a sip of the fruit tea.
The peach-colored lips are covered with a layer of water color, adding a bit of gorgeous color.
She put down the tea cup and said in a soft tone without any emotion, "The layout of Wen Yuan seems to have been deliberately arranged that way."
She paused and added: "Or to be precise, it was deliberately arranged like that for us to see."
Mo Ronyan put his forehead on one hand, and his sleeves slipped down, revealing his cold white jade wrists.
Between his wrists, a red rope was loosely wrapped, and a rough-carved purple jade cat swayed gently.
His clear voice was filled with chillness through the curling water vapor, "The other shore flower on the table has not withered for a year."
Su Ruotang nodded: "The other shore flower he gave me smells of human blood."
"There is no smell of human blood in Wen Yuan."
The color in Mo Ronyan's eyes was cold: "I will report this matter to my father in the palace later."
As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage stopped suddenly, and Shen Shi's voice came: "Your Highness, Miss Shang wants to see you."
Shang Ruyan?
Recalling Shang Ruyan's haggard appearance when she saw her at the Hot Spring Villa just now, Su Ruotang raised her eyebrows and said with a faint voice, "Your Highness's peach blossoms are really hard to pinch."
Mo Ronyan sat up straight and said with a smile in his clear voice, "Are you jealous?"
Su Ruotang's face was expressionless: "I'm thinking too much."
Mo Rongyan held the little jade cat with her cold white fingertips, her beautiful eyebrows stained with a smile, "Madam, for my husband and for you, I have always guarded myself like jade."
"As for the peach blossoms, Madam really doesn't need to pinch them. She cut down the tree herself for her husband."
After finishing speaking, he raised his voice and said, "Keep walking."
When the carriage started moving again, the curtains were opened by the breeze, and Su Ruotang glanced casually.
When he saw Shang Ruyan's appearance clearly, he was slightly stunned and subconsciously said, "Shen Shi, stop the car."
She raised the car curtain and met Shang Ruyan's eyes.
Looking at each other for two breaths, Shang Ruyan felt blessed and said, "A common girl has seen the third prince and his concubine."
Su Ruotang's eyebrows were slightly raised: "Everyone has to look at each other with admiration after seeing each other for three days."
"But Miss Shang and I met two hours ago. If we meet again now, I have to look at Miss Shang with new eyes."
We met briefly two hours ago.
Shang Ruyan's complexion was sallow, and she looked as if she was thirty years old.
At this time, her skin was fair and smooth, and she was even a little younger than when they met in Mancheng.
Shang Ruyan had a gentle smile on her face: "The third prince's concubine is the one that ordinary girls can look at."
Her eyes fell on the moon-white figure in the carriage: "Your Highness, I have something to do and want to talk to you alone."
Mo Ronyan didn't even glance at her, his expression was cold and indifferent, "No need."
"What if it concerns the fourth prince?"
After she finished speaking, Mo Ronyan turned his head, and his cold gaze fell on her with a faint pressure.
"Shang Ruyan, what exactly do you want to do?"
