Su Ruotang's pupils suddenly widened.
She glared at Mo Ronyan angrily: "I finally made the clay figurine!"
"You pay for my clay figurine!"
Mo Ronyan put the broken clay figurine aside and picked up another piece of dough with his long fingers.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and a low laughter escaped from his throat, magnetically bewitching, "Can you compensate me to Madam?"
Su Ruotang pouted and snorted: "No, I want a clay figurine."
Mo Ronyan kneaded the dough slowly, his clear voice hinting at laughter, "You really don't want to be a husband?"
Then, without waiting for Su Ruotang to speak, he lowered his eyelashes and sighed, "Hey, I also said that I would take my wife to the hot spring resort tomorrow."
"Since the wife doesn't want her husband, then the husband will go on his own."
Hot spring villa?
Su Ruotang's eyes lit up: "I want a husband!"
Mo Ronyan flicked her forehead with his fingers again: "You little heartless person, your husband always comes last."
Su Ruotang hugged his hand and frowned, "Quickly, I want a clay figurine."
"Okay." Along with the man's doting voice, fireflies dropped a little frost around the two of them.
The dough that was disobedient in Su Ruotang's hands was extremely obedient in Mo Rongyan's hands.
Not long after, a pair of vivid little figures appeared in his hands.
Su Ruotang held her chin, really confused.
She is obviously very good with scalpels, so why can she never succeed in making these things?
She didn't know how to play with clay in her previous life, and when she was reborn in another world, she couldn't play with dough either.
Could it be that her horoscope is incompatible with these things?
"Madam, come and color it." Mo Rongyan handed the mask to Su Ruotang.
Just as Su Ruotang picked up the brush beside her with her fingertips, a figure blocked the light in front of her.
"The common people have seen the third prince and the third prince's concubine."
Mo Rongyan lazily raised his eyes, holding a piece of dough with his long fingertips and playing with it, saying in a calm voice, "Sit down."
Su Ruotang looked at the other party in surprise: "Lu Xiao?"
Lu Xiao grinned: "The third prince and concubine, we meet again."
Su Ruotang nodded slightly, lowered his eyes and continued to paint the clay figurine.
From time to time, Mo Ronyan handed over a pen dipped in paint.
The thickness and size are just right.
Not a word was said between the two, but they had a clear understanding.
Lu Xiao looked at the two of them with a dazed expression.
His eyes were full of envy.
Half an hour later, Su Ruotang fucked the clay figurine.
As she put down her brush, Mo Ronyan's cold voice came to the wind, "Has Pei Ming's face been burned by fire?"
Although the tone was questioning, it was more certain.
Lu Xiao's face looked a little solemn.
He glanced around: "Third Prince, can you lend me a moment to speak?"
Su Ruotang stuffed the two clay figurines into Mo Rongyan's hands and pointed at Linqinju opposite, "Let's go and chat there. I just want to eat fermented glutinous rice dumplings."
Lu Xiao followed the two of them to the private room on the fifth floor of Linqin Residence.
Seeing that Lu Xiao had something to say, Mo Rongyan waved the boy away.
He picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea and pushed it over.
Lu Xiao picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.
Unfold, it is a portrait.
"Pei Ming?" Su Ruotang ate a rice dumpling and glanced at it.
Lu Xiao nodded: "I can confirm that the person I met in Nancheng was Pei Ming."
"But at that time, his face was burned because of the grievances of the Jianghu people."
"When we meet again three years later, he has regained his appearance."
Speaking of this, he looked at Su Ruotang, "The Caomin family has always run a medicine shop and has a little knowledge of medical skills, but I have never seen a person whose face was destroyed by fire and can recover as before."
"The third prince's concubine has superb medical skills. I would like to ask for advice. Is there really such a miracle medicine in the world?"
Su Ruotang put down the spoon, his face condensed.
She shook her head slowly: "No."
After a pause, she suddenly asked: "Has the Lu family been running a pharmacy for generations?"
Lu Xiao nodded, with a wry smile on his face, "It's a pity that it will be destroyed in my hands."
"Um?"
Lu Xiao rubbed the blue and white porcelain tea cup with his fingers and leaned on the back of the chair. The curve of the corner of his mouth was extremely bitter, "I had a true love who died of illness eighteen years ago."
"The Lu family is a family of merchants and medicine, but I can't even save my beloved."
Su Ruotang was silent for a moment, then changed the subject, "I have seen a person completely change his appearance by using the evil method of peeling off skin and bones."
Lu Xiao was startled, and then asked: "Is the third prince and concubine talking about Su Muyao?"
Su Ruotang hummed softly.
There was confusion in Lu Xiao's eyes: "I came to the capital and heard the people's comments, but as far as I know, that method is extremely vicious. It will shorten a person's lifespan and make him stay in bed for the rest of his life. He will lose his internal strength and be unable to practice martial arts."
"But I see Su Muyao, she seems to be good at martial arts?"
Su Ruotang's white fingertips rubbed the fat rabbit on the bracelet on her wrist, and slowly said, "She must have used a poison."
"Gu?" Lu Xiao raised his voice unconsciously, "Is there really a poison in the world?"
"His Royal Highness has been infected by the heart-eating poison."
Lu Xiao's eyes suddenly widened.
After a moment, he swallowed hard and said, "Which one is more terrifying, the bugs or the poisons in Wanzhong Village?"
Su Ruotang spooned another fermented rice dumpling, looked at him sincerely and suggested, "Ding Yuxi from Wanchong Village is my friend, and I can let you experience it."
"As for Gu, you have to find Su Muyao to experience it."
"After you have finished the experience, please tell me the results of your experience, and I will keep a record of it."
Archived records...
Lu Xiao's mouth twitched.
Whether it was the bugs from Wan Zhong Village or Su Mu Yao's Gu, he didn't want to come into contact with them.
He decisively returned to the topic, lest the third prince and concubine really come to him to experience the consequences.
"Then why did Pei Ming regain his appearance?"
