Mo Jinming looked at him deeply.
He opened his mouth and closed it again.
He wanted to ask——
Chenyi, are you pretending to be stupid?
But there seemed to be a foreign object stuck in my throat, and I couldn't utter a single word.
Mo Chenyi lowered his eyes.
The cold starlight passed through his eyelashes, casting a bright and flickering luster under his eyes.
After a long time, he whispered: "Brother, if I don't pretend to be stupid, can I... survive?"
The last four words were so light that they flew away in the wind.
But it was like a heavy hammer, hammering hard into Mo Jinming's heart.
Can... survive?
In the past few years, the court was almost controlled by the Shen family.
The death of the eldest brother is inseparable from the Shen family.
If he had not been protected by Concubine Wan, and had been frail since childhood, and was judged by the imperial doctor to be less than twenty years old, he might not have survived.
The fourth brother without the protection of his mother and concubine, if he doesn't pretend to be stupid...
He...should also die inexplicably like his elder brother.
Thinking of this, a chill ran down Mo Jinming's back.
At this moment, he was despicably happy that his fourth brother had been playing dumb.
Taking a deep breath, Mo Jinming glanced around, looked at Mo Chenyi, and said in a very low voice, "Miss Tan..."
"It has nothing to do with me." Mo Chenyi said quickly.
He raised his eyes, his dark pupils trembling slightly, "Brother, I didn't kill her."
"Brother, you believe me!"
He stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Jinming's sleeve.
The anxiety and restlessness in his eyes were clearly visible.
Mo Jinming's heart softened and he sighed softly, "Chen Yi, were you... the ones who killed those soldiers back then?"
He didn't say the last three words.
Mo Chenyi raised his wet eyes and shook his head aggrievedly, "Brother, it's not me."
When Mo Jinming heard his words, the tangle in his heart dissipated.
The alienation in his voice disappeared and returned to its usual softness, "Well, brother believes in you."
After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Mo Ronyan and shook his head gently.
Mo Ronyan stared at Mo Chenyi's eyes, filled with a rich dark color.
He picked up the cold tea on the table and drank it in one gulp.
The next moment, a warm and soft touch came from my wrist.
Su Ruotang's ethereal and sweet voice penetrated into her ears: "The fourth prince will not lie to the second brother. If he says no, in front of the second brother, we will show that we are not."
Mo Rongyan's long fingers with clear joints were holding the tea cup.
After a long time, he hummed softly.
Without enough evidence, he didn't want to believe that his fourth brother was such a cruel person.
After comforting Wang and Tan Ming and sending them back to Tan Mansion, Su Ruotang held Mo Rongyan's hand and said, "Ayan, let's go for a walk."
Naturally, Mo Ronyan readily agreed to the third prince's request.
Along with the silver light falling on the bluestone slab, the two figures were elongated.
Gradually merge into one.
A very slight bell sounded faintly in the alley.
Sweet and ethereal.
Mo Ronyan's eyes fell on the girl's ankles, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Little Haitang likes bells very much?"
Su Ruotang tilted his head and smiled brightly.
She reached out and hooked the man's neck, her sweet breath spraying on the man's ear, "Think about it one step at a time..."
Mo Ronyan hugged her slender waist, lowered his head and gently rubbed the tip of her nose.
The clear voice was bewitching: "What else does Little Begonia like?"
Su Ruotang raised his head and blinked, "As long as it's from Ayan, I like it."
Mo Rongyan narrowed his eyes and laughed softly.
He stroked her fair and tender face with his slightly cool fingertips, "Xiao Haitang, cousin, I will ask Zi Linwei to search for her."
Mentioning Tan Zhixi, Su Ruotang's face was filled with sadness, "My cousin has the Gu worms I gave her. I'm sure her life is not in danger, but..."
"But I'm not sure if she will be hurt." Mo Ronyan took over her words.
Su Ruotang pursed her lips and nodded.
The tip of Mo Rongyan's nose touched hers: "As long as you live, you can find it."
"Besides, our little Haitang's medical skills are so good, even if our cousin is hurt, we can still cure her, right?"
Su Ruotang: (?\"??)?\"(???︿???)
Is this really comforting?
She raised her eyes sadly and glanced at him.
A low laugh escaped from Mo Rongyan's throat: "It's my husband's fault. I should say -"
"Cousin Jiren has her own destiny, and she will definitely be safe and sound."
Su Ruotang hummed in a low voice: "Mom and concubine..."
Mo Ronyan sighed softly: "Actually, mother and concubine are used to it, but my father has not accepted new people into the palace in these years, so I feel a little uncomfortable all of a sudden."
Su Ruotang raised her long eyelashes and looked into his eyes, "You lied."
Mo Rongyan was startled.
Then there was a soft and warm touch on his lips.
What followed was the girl's clear voice, "Ayan, what my mother and concubine want is to be together for the rest of their lives. After more than ten years, my father suddenly accepted a new concubine..."
She paused and said word by word, "The concubine will be sad."
The last five words carry mixed emotions.
Mo Ronyan's heart trembled.
He raised his hand to hold her little face, his eyelashes slightly lowered.
The moonlight passed through the long and beautiful eyelashes, casting hazy shadows under the eyes, and the voice was clear and firm:
"Xiao Haitang, I don't want that position."
