Gu Shuya was stunned.

Immediately, a flush fluttered on his white cheeks.

She looked away and sneered, "What are you doing with that nerd?" ”

Su Ruotang smiled lightly, with a hint of worry in her tone, "Sister Gu, the queen obviously takes a fancy to the shogi camp in your hand, and she is reluctant to have the connections of the merchants, once you and your cousin are married, the queen may do whatever it takes to deal with the Gu family." ”

Gu Shuya sighed lightly: "So, the Gu family is in line, and I, choose Miss." ”

Choosing the three princes can ensure the prosperity of the family.

Choosing Su Ruotang as the main one, she has the opportunity to live as she likes.

Tan Zhixi swam around, washed away the yellow waste in his brain, and lazily lay on the edge of the soup pool.

A pair of smart eyes, as if washed by water, clear and translucent.

She stared at the kiss marks on Su Ruotang's body, a little curious, "Tang'er, why do you take the initiative to have so many traces on your body?" ”

"Shouldn't there be traces on the third prince?"

The scripts she has read are all male initiatives, and then leave traces on the woman's body.

Why did I get to my cousin, and my cousin took the initiative to forget it, and there were still so many traces on her body?

Su Ruotang: "......"

This topic is a bit out of the blue.

After a pause, she continued to smear a certain dog man.

"Your Royal Highness the Third Immortal in your eyes likes to gnaw people."

"Probably, he was a whistling dog in his previous life."

Tan Zhixi: "......"

Gu Shuya: "......"

It's really hard to connect the noble third prince with a dog that can fall into a mud pit when he walks.

The picture is too beautiful to imagine.

And the whistling dog in Su Ruotang's mouth was in the soup pool next door at this time.

His bony fingers pinched a green grape and played with it.

The cold white fingertips, against the background of the crystal green, are as delicate as cold jade.

Ember Ming held the fruit wine and looked at him sideways, "You quarreled with your younger siblings?" ”

Mo Yingyan lowered his eyes, slowly peeled the grape skin, and his voice was faint, "No." ”

It's just that the third princess unilaterally got angry with him.

Not a quarrel.

Fu Beixian picked a grape, threw it into his mouth, and sneered, "Second brother, you overestimate Mo laziness." ”

"With his lazy appearance of sitting and never standing, do you think he will quarrel with his younger siblings?"

Ember Ming chuckled: "Also, is that my brother and sister unilaterally ignoring you?" ”

His younger brother obviously cares about others, but he doesn't know how to express it.

But there are some things that the two of them have to see through themselves.

Mo Yingyan glanced at him coldly, and stuffed the peeled grapes in his hand into his mouth, "You talk a lot." ”

Ember was caught off guard by being stuffed with a grape, and after swallowing it, he suggested kindly, "Talk to your brother and sister more, and you'll know why she ignores you." ”

Mo Yingyan raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows, and poured a glass of fruit wine, "She doesn't want to talk to me." ”

Mo Ember and Fu Beixian glanced at each other, deeply suspecting that it was not the one in front of them who asked to marry Su Ruotang in Qingling Temple.

Fu Beixian smacked his lips: "Were you possessed by demons in Qingling Temple that day?" ”

He would take the initiative to ask for a woman.

Mo Yingyan's cool gaze fell on him, and his voice was indifferent, "There is still one snake feeder left in Nanban." ”

Fu Beixian's whole body fur tightened, and he hurriedly looked at Mo Ember, "Second brother, save me!" ”

When he was a child, he marched with his father, and on the cold border, he was crawled into the bed by a snake and slept with him wrapped around his neck.

He was almost strangled to death by a snake, and subconsciously reached out to touch it, but he felt a slippery touch.

He woke up suddenly, and his father picked off the snake in time, but the snake's head fell right into his mouth.

It was a feeling he would never forget.

So much so that to this day, he is still most afraid of snakes.

Mo Ember smiled lightly, then smiled, and asked with a straight face: "Third brother, why did Shang Ruyan say that you promised to protect her for the rest of your life?" ”

Mo Yingyan had slender fingers, holding the painted wine cup, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, not caring, "I don't know." ”

Listening to his cold voice, Mo Ember asked again, "Why do you give Shang Ruyan a gift every year on her birthday?" ”

When Mo Yingyan heard this, he was stunned for a moment, "What gift?" ”

Fu Beixian couldn't help but speak: "You don't know the gift you gave yourself?" ”

"Everyone in the capital knows that every year on Shang Ruyan's birthday, you will send gifts to the Shang Mansion."

Mo Yingyan picked up the long finger of the wine jug and glanced at Fu Beixian lightly, "I have never given Shang Ruyan a gift. ”

Except for the three princesses, no woman is worthy of the gift he gave.

Thinking of the little white-eyed wolf, Mo Yingyan squinted his eyes, and directly picked up the wine jug and poured wine into his mouth.

Delicious food and drink for her, and inexplicably angry with herself, she is really a little white-eyed wolf.

Ember had a headache: "Because these news are untrue, you haven't paid attention to them all these years?" Let the rumors spread. ”

Because it's not true, I don't bother to explain.

He didn't know whether to be happy for his younger siblings, and the third brother didn't care about Shang Ruyan at all.

I should still worry about the third brother, whether the younger brother and sister will reconcile with him in anger.

Mo Yingyan's clear ink eyes seem to be shrouded in mountain mist, making people unable to see through their true emotions.

He picked up the flask and shook it, and the silky robe slipped off his bony wrists, revealing a few scratches on his cold white skin, and hummed faintly.

Ember pinched his eyebrows with a headache: "Have you told your younger siblings about these?" ”

Mo Yingyan coveted, her eyes fell on the scratches on her wrists, and her clear voice couldn't hear any emotion, "There's no need." ”

Ember Dark: "......"

Fu Beixian rolled his eyes: "Mo is lazy, if you don't explain, be careful that Mrs. is gone." ”

Mo Yingyan put the flask back on the stone table.

The ceramic collides with the stone table, making a crisp cracking sound.

What followed was his Kunshan jade-like timbre-

"She can't run."

As the words fell, he stood up and walked out.

Fu Beixian subconsciously asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Discipline your wife." Mo Yingyan's thin lips opened lightly, overflowing two syllables.

Wife training?

How to train?

Mo Ember and Fu Beixian glanced at each other, silently praying that their younger siblings would get out of bed tomorrow.