Mo Ronyan slowly picked up the wolf-hair outline pen and said, "Then the husband will choose for the wife."
As he spoke, his pen tip landed on the white paint.
"The makeup on the east wind's face has faded away, pitiful butterfly powder and bee madness."
The man's hot breath sprayed against her ears, and Su Ruotang's pupils suddenly narrowed.
She could get up.
The next moment, a man hugged his waist.
Mo Ronyan held her in his arms: "Little Haitang, are you sure you want to cover up the prickly heat?"
His voice became hoarse and beguiling: "That's very itchy..."
Prickly heat, itching...
Su Ruotang pursed her lips.
The battle between heaven and man in her mind——
Wear a turtleneck?
draw?
"This pigment is a mixture of medicinal materials. It is very good for the skin and can be washed off in twelve hours." The man's bewitching voice continued to ring in his ears.
Twelve hours.
I'll take a flower petal bath tomorrow morning and it'll be gone.
Su Ruotang's mind was spinning rapidly.
After she traveled to another world, she was pampered by Mo Ronyan.
This body is getting more delicate.
Perhaps to be precise, my temperament has become squeamish.
In her previous life, when she was studying medicine with her master, she tasted hundreds of herbs and even had a stomach perforation without making a sound.
Now I'm afraid of a little prickly heat itching.
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes lowered her eyes, her red lips lightly parted——
"Draw!"
Compared to prickly heat.
She believed in Mo Ronyan's painting skills even more.
The Xifu Begonia plant last time was lifelike.
There was a shaking feeling on my back.
A man's low laughter sounded in his ears.
His voice was hoarse: "Okay."
Along with the man's hoarse voice, a slight tingling sensation came from his neck.
Su Ruotang subconsciously shrank her neck, but the man gently stopped her, "Don't move."
"Otherwise, don't blame your husband if you draw him like a pig."
Su Ruotang didn't dare to move for a moment.
Not long after, she clearly saw a red begonia reflected in the bronze mirror.
In the snow-covered field, the delicate Xifu Begonia blooms in the snow.
That touch of red, if it's too red, it's too bright, if it's too little, it's bland.
A gentle breeze blew in through the half-open window, ruffling the hair hanging down around her neck.
The ink-colored hair falls on the delicate snowy crabapple, adding a bit of charm.
Mo Ronyan put down his pen, his eyes as dark as thick ink.
He gently rubbed the Xifu Begonia on Su Ruotang's neck with his fingertips: "What should I do? I don't want others to see..."
Su Ruotang felt a sense of crisis in her heart and slapped the man on the forehead, "I have to go to Xinglin Pharmacy."
After finishing her words, she ignored the man's captivating beauty and stood up decisively.
Mo Ronyan leaned lazily and wantonly on the dressing table, and the end of his confusing voice was deliberately prolonged, "Ma'am, are you just throwing it away after use?"
"Or did you feel uncomfortable serving your husband last night?"
"But it's your first time to be a husband. If you are not satisfied with anything, you can learn from being a husband. You will definitely satisfy your wife next time. A husband is as valuable as a son."
"Madam, can you please not abandon your husband?"
The tone is plaintive, with twists and turns.
It is comparable to a concubine who has been relegated to the cold palace for decades.
Su Ruotang staggered.
She held onto the door frame to steady herself and was about to leave.
As soon as he raised his eyes——
They met Mo Jinming and Fu Beixian's unspeakable eyes.
Their eyes all fell on her neck.
Fu Beixian opened his mouth and closed it.
He opened his mouth again and closed it.
Opening his mouth again, he stammered out a sentence, "Abandon... son and husband... no, that's not right... no son..."
Su Ruotang: "..."
She turned her head and glared at the addicted person.
Looking at Mo Jinming sincerely: "Second brother, nothing happened last night."
Mo Jinming looked back at her with a sincere expression: "Well, second brother believes in you."
Su Ruotang's face showed gratitude, and he was about to speak, but Mo Jinming said disgustedly:
"Third brother, you still have no children. A useless husband will be abandoned."
Su Ruotang: "!!!!!!"
So the second brother didn't believe it at all.
A low laugh escaped from Mo Rongyan's throat: "Brother Huang taught me a lesson."
He raised his eyes and glanced at the third prince's concubine, "Madam, I will definitely work hard for my husband in the future and strive for it as soon as possible... A husband is more valuable than his son."
The last four words rolled around on the tip of his tongue.
Su Ruotang instantly felt that her waist was even more sore.
She glared at Mo Ronyan again: "Second brother, cousin, I'll go to the drug store first, so I won't delay your discussion."
Seeing the figure of the third prince and concubine running away, Mo Ronyan slowly stood up straight.
He gently twisted it with his fingertips, and there seemed to be a faint scent of crabapple on the top.
He raised the corners of his lips, and a faint smile appeared on his brows.
Immediately, he smiled and looked at the door, "There is no shortage of doormen in my house."
The voice was cold and without any warmth.
Fu Beixian held his heart in his hands: "Second brother, my cousin has no love for us anymore."
Mo Jinming glanced at him lightly and said, "There has never been love."
Click...
Fu Beixian felt his heart was broken, so much so that he couldn't even hold the batter together.
"Second brother, did you hear the sound?"
Mo Jinming: "Huh?"
"The sound of heartbreak."
Mo Jinming: "..."
He lifted up his clothes and entered the room, "Second brother, Guo Yu submitted his resignation this morning."
Mo Rongyan picked up the teapot and poured the quilt tea slowly, "Let's talk to him and try to keep him here."
Although Guo Yu handled the relationship in a mess, his political views were pretty good.
Mo Jinming picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Yes, my father means the same thing."
Fu Beixian leaned his head: "Mo Lalan, who is that Tang Lingxue?"
"I went out with my second brother this morning. She set up a stall opposite Xinglin Pharmacy. She diagnosed the disease for free and told her how to treat the disease. She did not provide any medicinal materials."
"She seems to have great medical skills."
Mo Rongyan hummed lightly: "She was the one who solved Guo Yuzhong's charm charm."
"She knows how to poison?" Fu Beixian was shocked.
Is Gu magic so worthless now?
Unknown characters pop up at every turn and they are poisonous!
Mo Ronyan pinched the little jade cat on his wrist with his fingertips: "Second brother, the person who taught Su Muyao the art of Gu is hiding in the capital."
Mo Jinming frowned: "You mean, many ministers in the court may have been poisoned?"
Mo Rongyan nodded: "Tang Lingxue could tell at a glance that Guo Yu was poisoned. Tang'er said that what she was practicing was poison."
He briefly explained the difference between voodoo and voodoo poison.
Mo Jinming and Fu Beixian couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.
After a while, Fu Beixian finally found his voice, "Does this mean that Tang Lingxue's poison is more powerful than his cousin's wife's poison?"
Mo Ronyan leaned on the back of his chair, his eyes falling on the Xifu Begonia outside the window, "I don't know."
The answer to this will probably have to wait until Mu Chen comes back.
at the same time.
Yang Mansion.
The residence of Yang Jianglin, a second-rank official.
At this time, he rubbed his hands, licked his old face and asked, "Mr. Mu, can it be cured?"
Mu Chen looked incomprehensible: "Normally speaking, if a man and a woman can't have a child, it's either a man or a woman."
"According to what your wife said, your son and daughter-in-law's room is a little underheated."
Yang Jianglin couldn't help but ask: "Then can my son be saved?"
