Xing Nanye did not hesitate, and his voice was as graceful as an oriole's cry, with a childish tone, "Ye Ye's name is Ye Ye."
Su Ruotang: "..."
It was her fault.
Ask a fool for his name.
She picked up the fresh milk porridge and drank it all in one gulp.
Finally, turn the bowl over.
"Gone."
Xing Nanye held the small bowl and blinked.
He curled his lips, just about to cry.
Seeing Su Ruotang's bowl turned upside down, a drop of porridge flowed down.
He quickly stretched out his small bowl.
The last drop of porridge fell into his bowl.
He ate it with satisfaction.
Ah Fu, who came over with noodles and porridge, almost couldn't hold back his tears.
He sniffed, walked gently into the house, and looked at Su Ruotang sadly, "Can't you cook more?"
Su Ruotang slowly put down the bowl, looked at Xing Nanye coldly, and sneered, "If you don't want your young master to be wronged, take him away."
Ah Fu: "..."
If you could take it away, would you keep it until now?
He pulled Xing Nanye to stand up distressedly: "Sir, Ah Fu bought your favorite breakfast, get up and eat it quickly."
Su Ruotang put down the bowl.
It happened that Mo Ronyan came back.
He leaned lazily against the door, with his hands folded across his chest, and his cold eyes staring at Xing Nanye: "You're very courageous."
He cooked porridge and brought it to Xiao Haitang and threw him back into his house.
I just went out to deal with some things, and then I came back.
Xing Nanye held the bowl and whispered, "I want to drink fresh milk porridge."
Su Ruotang sneered: "You're thinking shit."
"Daddy, I want a drink." Xing Nanye looked at Mo Ronyan with tears in his charming fox eyes.
Mo Rongyan lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and raised his chin towards Su Ruotang, "What do you call her?"
"Pretty sister."
"What did you call me?"
"Daddy."
Mo Ronyan raised his eyes and sneered again and again.
very good.
Really thinking about shit.
He took a long step forward and came to Su Ruotang. He bent down to look at her and said, "There is a poetry meeting outside the city. Do you want to go and see it?"
Su Ruotang raised her eyelashes: "I can't write poetry."
Mo Ronyan pulled her to stand up: "The prize is a piece of top-quality mutton-fat white jade, which can be used to carve a hairpin for Madam."
"Let's go." Su Ruotang's eyes lit up.
Xing Nanye thrust the bowl she was holding into Mo Ronyan's hand, her fox eyes bright, "Ye Ye wants to go with Daddy."
Mo Ronyan hugged the third prince's slender waist, opened his thin lips lightly, and said indifferent monosyllables, "Get out."
Xing Nanye burst into tears.
The soft fox eyes were filled with tears, and matched with his charming and charming face.
Just one look can make people feel distressed.
It's a pity that all Mo Ronyan's tenderness is only for the third prince and concubine.
"Guard the house obediently. I'll consider sharing some with you when I'm making porridge when I get back."
Xing Nanye sniffed and looked at him eagerly, "Really?"
Mo Ronyan looked coldly: "I have no interest in lying to children."
Xing Nanye laughed with tears in his eyes and nodded stupidly, "Ye Ye is waiting here for Daddy to come back."
Ah Fu: "..."
Master, are you a three-year-old child?
So easy to cheat?
The next moment, he faced Xing Nanye's tender face full of tears.
He fell silent.
It was his mistake.
The young master is no different from a three-year-old child now.
…
outside the city.
Plum garden.
Several young men and women were sitting in twos and threes.
On the high platform in the center, there are ten tables and pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
The poetry meeting is hosted by the Lord's Palace of Jingzhou City and takes place once every five years.
"Everyone, if the city lord has something to do today, I will take charge of it." An elegant man on the stage said with a smile.
Everyone gradually became quiet.
"The old rule is that the poet comes on stage and composes ten poems based on the plants and flowers in the garden."
"The first selection rule is speed, and the second is the choice of words and sentences in the poem."
"This year's winner is a piece of top-quality mutton-fat white jade."
The man said, turning sideways to uncover the red silk on the tray in the hand of the boy behind him.
The moment the red silk was unveiled, a flash of bright white light suddenly captured everyone's attention.
Inside the black ashes wood tray, a piece of white jade the size of an adult's palm exudes gleaming white light.
Moisturizing, warm and translucent.
hiss--
Everyone took a breath of air.
"Oh my god, my family is in the jade business, but I have never seen such high-quality mutton-fat white jade."
"Visually estimated that this piece of white jade is worth upwards of one hundred thousand taels of gold."
"It's marketable but priceless, collection level!"
“I can’t afford this piece of jade even if I lose all my money!”
After the shock, everyone was eager to try and immediately ran to sign up.
Su Ruotang's eyes fell on the mutton-fat white jade, with shock in his eyes.
In her previous life, she had seen mutton-fat white jade of worse quality than this in the museum.
That piece of jade is only half the size of this piece.
Classified as a collector's item.
It is said to be the jade seal of an emperor of a certain dynasty.
Mo Ronyan squeezed her palm: "Do you like it?"
Su Ruotang nodded hard.
She was a jade lover, and when she saw this top-quality white jade, she was really moved.
Mo Ronyan leaned close to her ear: "Work hard for Funu and help Madam get the white jade back. How will Madam prepare to reward my husband?"
The man's hoarse voice penetrated into the ears.
Su Ruotang's heart trembled, and the tips of her ears were dyed crimson.
She bit her lip, raised her long eyelashes, and said in a very low voice, "You...what reward do you want?"
