As soon as the door opened, Ji Wanrong was almost blinded by the scorching light.
She squinted her eyes and saw the Mongolian prince walking out of the house to greet her with a smile.
He had just finished bathing, and his body seemed to be still stained with water vapor. The faint firelight made his eyes look gentle.
Ji Wanrong stepped into the house and found a blanket made of wool spread on the floor.
The blanket is soft and comfortable, making people feel warm just by looking at it.
The Mongolian prince led her to sit on the Taishi chair. When they were walking side by side, he smelled a very good smell.
The smell was very unique. The Mongolian prince had never smelled such a good smell.
What kind of woman can have such a mysterious smell on her body?
The Mongolian prince admired Ji Wanrong even more. He was so dazed that he couldn't even walk. He stumbled and almost fell to the ground when he was not careful.
Ji Wanrong hurriedly helped him up.
As soon as the two people got close, the smell penetrated into the Mongolian prince's nostrils, making him feel like a dream.
"Do you like it? I will ask someone to send two to our brother and your new house."
"If you don't want to go to the grassland at that time, I will live here with you. If you want to live in this mansion, Xie's mansion, or your new mansion, or buy another one, you can. As long as you can pity me. , just give me a bite of food."
The corners of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched, and she suppressed her inner complaints and raised her eyes to look at him.
"Yes, yes, but..."
"But what?"
"However, it is a custom in my hometown to test whether a man is sincere. Only when a man passes the test can he continue to develop and talk about marriage."
Ji Wanrong's voice was neither soft nor serious, but his words were spoken very firmly, as if they were true.
The Mongolian prince's eyes widened, and there was some curiosity in his slender eyes, and some eagerness to prove himself.
"Just come and try. No matter what, I will definitely pass the test, because I am sincere to you, and everything is true!"
"You are amazing, you are a strong woman!"
Ji Wanrong scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed by his straightforward praise.
However, the curious voice of the Mongolian prince sounded again: "There is one more thing. I want to know, has your bad ex-husband, King Han, also withstood such a test?"
"Did he pass?"
The corner of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched, and she felt the top of her head suddenly heat up, as if a dark gaze was staring at her.
"Of course not. He couldn't even pass the test of reality, let alone this exclusive test."
"If he could pass, I wouldn't kick him so resolutely! What a bitch!"
As soon as Ji Wanrong finished her crisp words, she felt the beam above her head suddenly shake, as if there was some movement.
Before she looked up, she heard the hearty laughter of the Mongolian prince.
He was very relaxed and unguarded at the moment. Hearing Ji Wanrong's words, he became overjoyed.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! Okay! Dog man! He is a dog man!"
"Hurry up! Come and test me? How to test? I will never be a dog man! I have this confidence, and I love you sincerely!"
Ji Wanrong looked at his confident expression and couldn't wait for her so-called test.
She secretly opened the cap of the balm and left it there.
The fragrance gradually became stronger, and feeling the Mongolian prince's eyes gradually becoming blurred, Ji Wanrong took out the pendulum clock in his hand.
He lowered his voice to the Mongolian prince's eyes again, his voice soft.
"Come on, Bart, have you seen the pendulum clock in front of you? It's swinging left and right."
"When you look at the pendulum clock, you will think of my test. Do you want to pass this test? Then you have to tell the truth."
In the firelight in the bedroom, Ji Wanrong's gentle voice was like a dream, making Battelle's Adam's apple roll up and down, and the muscles all over his body tensed up.
But as Ji Wanrong continued to shake the pendulum clock in his hand, the Mongolian prince stared at the dial of the pendulum clock and watched the hands move little by little.
It was so quiet that I could only hear the sound of the pointer moving.
His eyes became confused.
Ji Wanrong knew that the time had come, so he asked a question step by step: "Do you like Ji Wanrong?"
The Mongolian prince stared at the pendulum. He was not surprised by this question. He knew that this was a test: "...I like it. She is too strong. I like strong women."
"Do you want to be with Ji Wanrong because you like her?"
After Ji Wanrong asked this question, he suddenly felt that the room was very quiet, as if someone was deliberately holding his breath, waiting for his answer.
"……Yes, it is."
"But it's more because of Baiyao... I like her, and I also like Baiyao. Because of Baiyao, I can't wait to be with her."
The corners of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched.
What you just said with certainty, now you have said everything in your heart, right?
Fortunately, she didn't believe a word just now.
What a man says is such a lie!
"Bitch man." Ji Wanrong cursed secretly.
"A dog man...King Han is a dog man...Rongrong, please ignore him!"
The Mongolian prince's eyes became even more distracted. He stared at the pendulum, feeling weak all over, and his originally tense muscles relaxed at this moment.
This is the time!
Ji Wanrong's eyes flashed, and she put the ointment under the Mongolian prince's nose: "Xiu Qing will not talk to him, and Xiu Qing will not talk to other men."
"Prince of Mongolia, you like Xiu Qing so much, will you protect Xiu Qing?"
"I... like Xiu Qing...?" The Mongolian prince spoke intermittently.
"That's right. When you came to the capital on the first day, you brought a large group of people and horses, but before you could get through the gate of the capital, the horses were unable to run because they had eaten bad food, so they were temporarily left in the suburbs."
"You Mongolians are really fierce. You kept banging on my door. I was almost scared to death. But you came forward and reprimanded the soldiers, so I went to the mountain to pick herbs for the horses."
"Before you entered the capital, you said you were very grateful to me for leaving me the money, but I didn't want it. Then you said that we would meet again in the future."
The Mongolian prince listened and thought that his troops were indeed on the outskirts of Beijing when their horses had diarrhea and could not walk. His dazed eyes gradually became clear.
Yes, that seems to be the case!
"Xiu Qing is so amazing. He can identify herbs, but I'm afraid you can't!"
The Mongolian prince nodded in understanding.
"Do you like Xiu Qing a little bit in your heart? She is different from Mongolian women!"
As soon as Ji Wanrong finished speaking, before the Mongolian prince could reply, a small shout came from outside the house.
"Prince? Prince, why didn't you tell your subordinates to bring the gifts in?"
The words were said in Mongolian, which Ji Wanrong couldn't understand.
She paused slightly, her body stiffened for a moment, and then she heard the creak of the wooden door behind her.
Ji Wanrong's heart skipped a beat.
