Zhou Ye looked at her blankly: "How many times?"
Su Ruotang raised his chin towards the woman kneeling next to him: "How many times a night did it happen to her?"
Zhou Ye heard Su Ruotang's straightforward question and his head was pounding.
His face turned red and he hesitated for a long time, speechless.
The woman, on the other hand, spoke without hesitation, "Not once did I return to the third prince's concubine."
Su Ruotang blinked: (⊙_⊙)?
What, not even once?
She looked at Zhou Ye's face again.
It's a bit weak, but it doesn't mean it won't work even once.
The woman bit her lip and continued: "Five days ago, I could still do it twice a night by taking medicine. The time was a bit short and fast, but at least it was twice."
"But the problem was the second time that day. As soon as he entered, a black cat suddenly appeared and startled him."
"Then...it went soft and was useless."
Kneeling Zhou Ye: (′-﹏-`;)
He lowered his head to the floor, digging his nails into the floor, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself.
Now everyone knew he was dying.
┭┮﹏┭┮
All face and dignity were lost.
He will never have the face to see anyone again.
The woman felt his shame and anger, and patted his shoulder to comfort him, "If you are sick, you must treat it. The three princes and concubines have not cured your offense, so why do you want to lose face?"
"Can face be more important than descendants?"
Zhou Ye: "..."
Thank you for your comfort.
Su Ruotang suppressed her laughter, squatted down, and felt Zhou Ye's pulse with a silk handkerchief.
It was a matter of concern for his descendants, so Zhou Ye didn't care about his face and nervously looked at Su Ruotang's white fingers on his wrist.
After a moment, Su Ruotang took back his hand.
Zhou Ye swallowed his saliva and looked at Su Ruotang pitifully.
The woman asked directly: "The third prince's concubine, can it be cured?"
She was originally a promiscuous woman, but because of her beauty, she lived a pretty good life.
But because of her beauty, she was teased by powerful people and almost died several times.
Until Zhou also took care of her...
To be honest, whether it was for her future life or for Zhou Ye, she also hoped that the third prince's concubine could cure Zhou Ye.
Su Ruotang slowly stood up and sat on the chair, and said slowly, "I'm impotent."
snap——
Zhou also heard the sound of his own heart breaking.
He curled his lips, looked at Su Ruotang aggrievedly, and cried so sadly that his heart broke:
"Third Princess, I am the only one in my family. I haven't married yet and have children. If I die, I won't be able to see my ancestors..."
Su Ruotang said in a calm tone: "You don't have the shame to see your ancestors now."
"Gah..." Zhou Ye's cry was drowned in his throat and turned into a drake's cry.
The woman lowered her head and shook her shoulders.
She bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from laughing.
Zhou Ye sniffed and wanted to continue crying.
Mo Rongyan's cold and indifferent voice came: "Shut up."
Zhou Ye's scalp went numb and he reflexively shut up.
Mo Ronyan pinched his eyebrows and looked sideways at Su Ruotang, "Tang'er, is it useful to save him?"
Su Ruotang nodded: "Yes."
The vitality in her body is a bit like the merits of those occult heroines catching ghosts.
The more ghosts you chase, the more merit you have and the more powerful your mystical skills will be.
The more people she saves, the more vitality she will have, and the internal organs of her body that have been corroded by toxins will repair themselves.
Mo Ronyan glanced at the woman and the servant of the Zhou Mansion: "Get out."
Several people got up and walked out of the room without hesitation, and closed the door thoughtfully.
Zhou Ye sniffed and looked at Su Ruotang pitifully.
Su Ruotang ignored his gaze and ate the fried dumplings gracefully and calmly.
Mo Ronyan said calmly: "Zhou Zheng's fireworks are getting better and better."
The Ministry of Industry is responsible for the fireworks production in Dongqi.
Since Zhou Zheng took office, there has been no breakthrough.
But in recent years, fireworks have made rapid progress and made great progress.
Zhou Ye felt a chill in his heart and quickly lowered his head.
He muttered: "I don't know about my father..."
Mo Ronyan said calmly and calmly: "You indulge in women and never take the exam for fame. You rely on women to hide your talents."
"And your talent in fireworks is even more outstanding. All the fireworks and firecrackers in the past few years were made by you."
He originally planned to go to Pinjin Cave to find Zhou Ye tomorrow.
But I didn't want him to accidentally hit his hand tonight.
Zhou Ye's lowered pupils shrank suddenly.
He defended weakly: "It's not about relying on it, I really like it."
The corner of Su Ruotang's mouth twitched: "Don't you know how weak your kidneys are now?"
Zhou Ye raised his eyes to look at her and murmured in a low voice, "Isn't it because of emptiness that ultimately leads to kidney deficiency..."
You can't blame him.
Isn’t it as the saying goes, a man’s true nature.
He just followed a man's instinct.
Su Ruotang: "..."
Great wisdom is like foolishness.
Is this the so-called thin line between genius and fool?
Mo Ronyan picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
When you put the tea cup down, it made a crisp crackling sound.
What followed was the man's indifferent voice, "Mr. Zhou, my father's tribute is not enough to support your visit to various romantic places over the years, right?"
His tone sounded like he was chatting.
Zhou Ye's pupils suddenly shrank.
He lowered his eyes: "My mother's dowry is rich..."
"The owner of that fireworks shop at the foot of the alley in the south of the city is probably Mr. Zhou." Mo Rongyan interrupted him lightly.
Zhou Ye clenched his fingers fiercely.
Mo Ronyan tapped the table with his clear and clean knuckles, and said in an unhurried voice, "Dongqi allows registered merchants to sell fireworks."
"The fireworks sold are not powerful enough to hurt people."
"But you have to get the goods from the Ministry of Industry."
"Mr. Zhou, who is your biggest buyer of fireworks?"
