Su Ruotang lowered her eyes and slowly tied her clothes.

Since he doesn't have her in his heart, why is he so gentle with her?

Just because, can she cure him of cold poison?

Taking a deep breath, Su Ruotang lifted the quilt.

The next second, she paused as she prepared to get out of bed.

"Miss, you ...... with the third prince last night" Qingwan looked at the white veil under the quilt in shock.

There is a bright red touch on it, which is very conspicuous.

The Three Princes are so beasts?

Miss had a serious allergy like that last night, and he did this to Miss!

What a beast!

Su Ruotang blinked, looked at the accusing eyes, and coughed dryly, "He ......" no.

"Miss, you don't have to say nice things about him!" puffed up his face lightly, and couldn't listen to his words at all, "The third prince doesn't want to drink wine with you, but he takes advantage of people's danger, it's really too much!" ”

Su Ruotang's heart trembled and pursed his lips.

Sure enough, he didn't drink with himself.

After deciding on it, my heart seemed to be a little more relaxed, and it seemed to be more blocked.

"Miss, if you feel unhappy, we ......"

Su Ruotang's fingertips hooked the white silk handkerchief, and took her words casually, "I won't wronged myself, I'm really unhappy, I will reconcile with the third prince." ”

After the words fell, she stood up and inadvertently glanced at the figure with a strong sense of presence outside the window.

The man wore a crimson cross-collared wide-sleeved robe, slightly revealing the delicate collarbones and perfectly shaped neck.

The black hair is half tied at the back of the head, a simple white jade hairpin with a simple flower branch is inserted diagonally, and a few strands of hair hang down from the forehead.

The long eyelashes drooped slightly, and when he looked at it casually, his eyes were cold and indifferent.

I saw him slowly walking into the house, his clear voice was cold, "Heli?" ”

Su Ruotang's butterfly-like eyelashes trembled, and he gave him the silk handkerchief in his hand, "Take it and hand it over." ”

Mo Yingyan: "......"

Looking at the white silk handkerchief in his hand, he gradually approached Su Ruotang, and his voice was faint, "The princess is for me...... Where are the grievances? ”

"I'm just getting married, so I want to get married."

In the spacious room, Su Ruotang felt cramped.

She took a step back and sat down on the bed, her limp hands propping herself on.

A graceful swan neck with a slight backturn.

Her long eyelashes kept fluttering, she raised her eyes to look at Mo Yingyan, turned her head sideways and said unnaturally: "Don't you need to enter the palace to say goodbye?" ”

The faint sunlight fell on her face, the unpowdered face, white and smooth, the red lips pursed, and the eyelashes fluttered from time to time, like a frightened little beast.

Mo Yingyan admired the beauty of the princess for a moment, hooked the silk handkerchief with her fingertips, and the voice she spit out made Su Ruotang want to block his mouth.

"The concubine is worried that you were tired last night, so let's enter the palace later."

The clear voice is extremely good.

But Su Ruotang listened to the word tired that was deliberately bitten by the man, and what came to his mind were some restricted-level yellow pictures with mosaics.

She glared at Mo Yingyan, and the tips of her white ears turned red.

Mo Yingyan looked at her peach-colored cheeks, and the color of her eyes gradually became darker.

Casually put the handkerchief in her hand on the bed, slender fingers like jade, gently pinched her delicate chin, and leaned down slightly.

Su Ruotang's peach blossom eyes widened suddenly, looking at the man's beautiful face getting closer and closer, the restrictive picture lingered in his mind.

The wrist is weak and boneless, and gradually becomes weak.

Eventually, she couldn't support her body and fell on the bed.

The already loose placket slid down the smooth shoulders, revealing large patches of snow-white skin dyed pink.

The peach blossom eyes are filled with mist, and the tails of the eyes are dyed crimson, bright and bewitching.

Mo Yingyan propped up her side with one hand, slowly and methodically put on her slippery clothes, her thin lips lightly opened, and she said word by word, "The ancestor of the Liu family has a wife for life." ”

After the words fell, he got up with his handkerchief and walked unhurriedly to the outhouse.

Su Ruotang looked at his back fixedly, and his originally casual eyes were covered with indescribable complex emotions.

The family motto of the Liu family, one wife for life......

These eight words kept repeating in her mind.

In the end, it was fixed in one sentence - did he promise her a couple for the rest of her life?

Su Ruotang sat up slowly, stunned and looked at the faint figure behind the screen.

In the memory of the original owner, General Liu never married after his wife's death, but raised Fu Beixian by his side.

Liu Hao has achieved a lifetime wife, and that's because he is not a royal descendant.

And Mo Yingyan's identity is destined to be impossible for him to do.

He could indeed give her the promise of a wife for the rest of her life.

Because, a concubine is not a wife!

Qingwan didn't know when to retreat, Su Ruotang retracted his gaze, looked at the complicated clothes on the screen, and had a headache.

After a moment's hesitation, she thinned her white fingers and hooked her dress.

After wearing it, she was shocked to realize that this dress, whether it was embroidered or colored, was very similar to that on Mo Yingyan's body.

To quote a previous life, this is a couple's outfit.

However, the hem and neckline of Mo Yingyan's clothes are simply embroidered with branches and leaves.

And the hem of her skirt is embroidered with blooming Xifu begonias.

Pink and white flowers, large blooming on the skirt, fine petals, spreading down from the chest.

When walking, it is like a begonia slowly blooming.

Su Ruotang's thin white fingers rubbed the jade rabbit.

Among the flowers such as Meilan, bamboo chrysanthemum, she loves Xifu begonia, but she has never told anyone.

Mo Yingyan, where did you find out?