Su Ruotang furrowed her delicate brows, and her moist red lips opened slightly.

was completely taken into the ditch by Mo Yingyan, "I don't know, what do you want?" ”

She also knew that three thousand words for a hug was lost, but she didn't know what else to give him?

He doesn't seem to be short of money, and she doesn't have any money for him......

Outside the carriage, he pricked up his ears in admiration and continued to listen.

is worthy of being the third prince, and he will lead the young lady astray in a few words.

She can't wait for a longer way back home, this kind of topic that is not suitable for children, she likes to listen to it!

"The three princesses, three thousand words of prose and poems, pen and ink all cost a fee, I won't count these with you." Mo Yingyan's fingertips gently rubbed her lips.

"What's that?" Su Ruotang raised his head, and his peach blossom eyes were full of mist.

The clear and defenseless eyes like a deer in the forest can easily arouse people's desires.

Mo Yingyan's dark eyes looked at her fixedly, and dark color swelled in her eyes, "When I go home, I'll make a detailed calculation with you." ”

Su Ruotang blinked his long eyelashes, nestled comfortably in the man's arms, nodded obediently and closed his eyes, "Okay." ”

Listening to the sound in the carriage disappearing, he was stunned.

And that's the end of it?

She looked sympathetically into the curtain.

The black-bellied husband of the third prince on the young lady's stall is really not left with the scum that has been eaten.

Shen Shi was silent for a moment and lowered his voice, "I think what you should sympathize with is Your Highness, Your Highness has earned money for a long time, and the third princess spent it in one night, you calculate who should sympathize." ”

Pull lightly: "......"

No problem, tonight her young lady lost a seven-figure gold.

I couldn't sympathize with Miss in an instant.

When she arrived at the Three Princes' Mansion, Mo Yingyan got out of the carriage with the sleeping Su Ruotang and carried her all the way back to Songxue Courtyard.

"I don't have to wait tonight."

Gently holding and sinking, he put tonight's lot in the house, closed the door softly, and silently calculated the time to see the third imperial concubine next.

Inside the house, as soon as Mo Yingyan put down the little goblin in her arms, she opened her eyes in a daze and grabbed the placket of his clothes, "Mo Yingyan, you big scumbag!" ”

Mo Yingyan put his hands at her side, staring at her coldly, and a cold syllable overflowed from his throat, "Heh......"

In his house, she is the only hostess.

She can call the shots as she pleases.

This kind of is still called a scumbag?

Then those three wives and four concubines, who still have people outside, aren't they scum and not people?

Straightening up, Mo Yingyan took a box on the table with his long fingers and opened it.

The pearlescent blue crystal swaying, under the hazy light of the night pearl, is amazingly beautiful.

Mo Yingyan picked up the step shake and shook it in front of Su Ruotang's eyes, and the falling crystal on the step shook and collided with a pleasant sound.

"Do you want it?"

Su Ruotang's eyes were fixed on Bu Shao, and he nodded subconsciously, "Yes." ”

Mo Yingyan's jade-like fingers pinched the gold-inlaid sapphire step.

For a while, I couldn't tell whether it was the beauty of the hand or the beauty of the step.

Su Ruotang's gaze slowly moved to the wrist where even the lines were full of Jingui, and blinked in a daze, "It's so beautiful......

A chuckle overflowed from Mo Yingyan's throat, and his clear voice was a little hoarse, "What do you want?" ”

The man's indifferent eyebrows and eyes, smiling, like the black and white ink paintings, suddenly splashed with bright colors, are dazzlingly beautiful.

"I want you." Su Ruotang was completely occupied by the magnificent male color, and answered honestly.

The smile in Mo Yingyan's eyes became stronger, and he bent down to approach her, "Tell me if you want to, why do you call me a scumbag?" ”

Su Ruotang pursed his lips and complained aggrievedly, "You planted my Xifu Begonia on the land where Shang Ruyan roses were planted. ”

"You say, do you only love her in your heart?"

"Even the land on which I planted flowers is second-hand recycling!"

Second-hand recycling?

What the hell is that?

Mo Yingyan's brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at her for a moment, and his overflowing tone was filled with a happy smile, "Little Begonia, the vinegar is really strong." ”

"That rose, I thought it was planted by my mother."

Su Ruotang's chaotic mind cleared up slightly, "Didn't you plant it with Shang Ruyan?" ”

"I was misled by her into thinking that the roses were sent by my mother." Mo Yingyan's long fingers slid to her waist, slightly straining.

"Little Begonia, do you still want three thousand words of poetry and prose?"

A slightly cool feeling hit her waist, Su Ruotang's body trembled suddenly, and she subconsciously reached out to cover it, "Don't touch it, you want to ...... Don't ......"

Mo Yingyan put the step shake on the pillow, and continued to go down with her long fingers, "Do you want it or not?" ”

"Don't ......" Su Ruotang's beautiful swan neck jerked back, and his red lips overflowed with a low pant.

Mo Yingyan slowly raised his finger to her eyes, and Qingwei's eyes were covered with a layer of darkness, "Really? ”

Under the hazy halo, the water stains on the man's fingertips were extremely clear.

Su Ruotang's eyes blinked, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's wrist, and said in disgust: "You are sick, you can't do it......"

Mo Yingyan's forehead jumped.

In the next second, he was caught off guard and was pressed under Su Ruotang by turning over.

"Hiccup......" Su Ruotang burped, looked at the beautiful and magnificent man under him, and his red lips overflowed word by word:

"You, fruit! Correct! No! Yes! ”

Mo Yingyan's black hair fell from her sideburns, her lips were red, but her cheeks were pale, with a sickly and broken beauty.

His cold had not healed, and the continuous low-grade fever made him extremely tired physically and mentally.

At this time, he was pressed under Su Ruotang, looking at the gorgeous red halo at the end of the girl's eyes, as well as the pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes soaked in water, and the cold ink eyes, slightly provoked, and her voice was slow, "What does the third princess want to do?" ”

Su Ruotang tilted his head, with a faint aroma of wine and cedar lingering between his noses, looking at Mo Yingyan's rare show of weakness.

She felt as if she could fight back against him.

Thinking of this, she was even bolder, sat on his waist, and reached out to pick his chin, "Beauty, serve this fairy well tonight." ”

Mo Yingyan chuckled in her throat, and her voice was low and hoarse, "Fairy, how do you want me to serve?" ”

"I haven't healed from the cold, maybe-"

"I can't do it."