Su Ruotang softened.
She stood on tiptoes and pecked the man's lips, "Okay, we don't want it."
As an emperor, there are too many helplessness.
The harem originally existed to balance the former dynasty.
The emperor in the previous TV series dismissed the harem for one person, which is not scientific at all.
The harem and the former dynasty restricted and helped each other.
Mo Rongyan rubbed the tip of her nose tiredly: "Xiao Haitang, if the fourth brother really hurts my cousin..."
His heart twisted slightly.
For Xiaosi, he really treats him as a younger brother.
When he saw Mo Jinming shaking his head, he breathed a sigh of relief.
At that moment, he really chose to believe what Xiao Si said.
However, Xiaosi probably deceived the second brother...
"Shh-" Su Ruotang put her soft fingers on her lips and looked at him with clear eyes blinking, "Ayan, everyone is an independent individual. You can't control what he does."
"Everyone else's behavior has nothing to do with you, even if he has the same blood as you."
Mo Ronyan hugged her into his arms: "Xiao Haitang, thank you."
Su Ruotang pressed her cheek against his heart, with the familiar scent of cedar lingering in her nostrils. Listening to his strong heartbeat, she slowly closed her eyes.
The moonlight elongated the two figures and merged them into one.
"boom--"
Just at this moment, fireworks exploded in the night sky.
Light and shadow flicker, and the brilliance is fleeting.
The evening breeze carries the fragrance of flowers, accompanied by colorful fireworks, scattering frost all over the sky.
"Wow, what beautiful fireworks!" Su Ruotang raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky.
Mo Ronyan held her waist and raised his head slightly. His beautiful face was beautifully reflected by the fireworks, "The Ministry of Works finally did something useful."
"Pfft..." Su Ruotang chuckled, "Mr. Zhou from the Ministry of Industry is dedicated to his work. If he knew that you commented on him like this, he would probably be so angry that his beard would stand up."
"Won't."
"Um?"
"He doesn't have a sheep's tail beard, it was cut off by Mrs. Zhou."
Su Ruotang's silvery laughter echoed in the night sky.
She raised her hand and pointed forward: "I want to eat fried dumplings."
Mo Ronyan looked in the direction of her finger.
In front is a fried dumpling stall.
The stall was run by an old couple and they kept it very clean.
Many people gathered around the stall.
"Shen Fei, go and line up."
Shen Fei: "..."
Ah.
You are noble.
I'm not really a dog, but you guys really aren't people.
He emerged from the shadows and waited in line.
"Let's go hang out in front first?" Mo Rongyan took Su Ruotang's hand and asked her opinion sideways.
"good."
The two walked casually.
Suddenly, Mo Rongyan paused.
"Xiao Haitang, I haven't found Hong Fei for the moment. Can I use something else instead?"
Su Ruotang tilted his head: "Huh?"
Mo Ronyan pointed to the shop opposite: "Wooden hairpin."
Su Ruotang raised her eyelashes.
What catches the eye is——
Lacquerwood Pavilion.
"Ulacquered wood?"
Mo Ronyan led her towards the pavilion and explained softly, "The utensils in Qimu Pavilion are all lacquerware."
"Lacquerware?" Su Ruotang's eyes lit up slightly.
An intangible cultural heritage that was almost extinct in its previous life.
Utensils made of raw lacquer can last for thousands of years.
In the shop, collected raw lacquer is displayed.
Since raw lacquer can easily cause allergies, customers are not allowed to come into direct contact with raw lacquer.
"Boy, what do you want to do?"
Mo Ronyan glanced inside the shop: "Is there any century-old camphor wood?"
"Yes, please come upstairs."
Not long after, the waiter came in with a tray.
"Two guests, this is the last camphor wood in the store."
As he spoke, he placed the tray in his hand on the table and uncovered the red silk on it.
Suddenly, a faint fragrance filled the air.
"This camphor wood must be more than two hundred years old, right?" Su Ruotang moved the tip of his nose with surprise in his eyes.
The waiter smiled and said: "My dear sir, this is a camphor tree that is 250 years old."
"And it's camphor wood that has been struck by lightning and the dead wood has become spring again."
Su Ruotang's mouth opened slightly, and she picked up the camphor wood on the tray that was as thick as a baby's arm and looked at it carefully.
Camphor wood warms the body, dispels cold, digests food and resolves stagnation.
The value of a tree that has been struck by lightning and turned dead into spring has doubled.
In her previous life, she had seen it at a luxury auction. It was only half the size and fetched a sky-high price.
"Isn't it too wasteful to carve it into a hairpin?"
Mo Ronyan nodded: "It's a bit wasteful."
He raised his eyes and looked at the waiter: "I want camphor wood. Wrap it up for me. Once I've finished carving it, I'll bring it over for painting."
"good."
As soon as the waiter finished speaking, an arrogant and dandy voice came, "I want this piece of wood."
As soon as he finished speaking, a green object flew towards the waiter.
The waiter subconsciously raised his hand to catch it.
He looked down and saw a purse.
"There are ten thousand taels of silver notes and a gold leaf in it. Is that enough to buy a piece of wood like yours?" The young man in green clothes was about fifteen or sixteen years old.
His eyes were blue and black, his face was pale, and his tone was vain.
In his arms was a woman with heavy makeup.
The woman lay on his chest and looked at Mo Ronyan, her eyes full of amazement.
When his eyes fell on Su Ruotang's face, he turned into jealousy.
She pinched her throat and spoke delicately, "Master, I want the golden hairpin on her head."
Since Su Ruotang entered the palace today, she wore the bird-tassel hairpin that Liu Wanyue had given her when she got married to Mo Ronyan.
This is a hairpin specially given to the prince and his wife.
Su Ruotang raised her long eyelashes and looked at her with a half-smile, "Will you risk your life?"
Only then did Zhou Ye see Su Ruotang's face clearly, and his eyes suddenly glowed with lust.
He pointed at Su Ruotang: "Little beauty, if you serve me well tonight, I will give you this piece of rotten wood."
Shen Fei, who had just returned from buying fried dumplings, heard this and stood at a safe distance.
Looking at Zhou Ye sympathetically.
Well.
I hope His Highness's men will show some mercy and not let the Zhou family die.
