Su Ruotang coldly refused: "No need." ”

Seven took a deep look at her and raised his chin at the porcelain vase on the table, "This ointment can leave no scars, you can wipe it yourself later." ”

Sensing that No. 7 had no ill will towards him, Su Ruotang's peach blossom eyes, which had always looked forward to the brilliance, were confused.

On the edge of the cliff that day, he had no killing intent towards himself.

This time, he didn't seem to mean to hurt himself.

What exactly does he want to do?

Su Ruotang's pupils were cold and warm, and her pretty little face was expressionless, "If you want to threaten Your Highness with me, I advise you to die as soon as possible." ”

Seven smiled meaningfully, "Then we'll see." ”

As the words fell, he turned and closed the door and left.

Su Ruotang's eyes fell on the porcelain vase on the table, and his expression was cold.

After a while, she slowly withdrew her gaze, and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at the little jade cat with purple light flowing in her palm.

Little by little, the night faded away.

Instead, a white glow pierced through the thick darkness.

Shredded sunlight shines through the bamboo curtain and falls on the head of the bed.

And this night, Su Ruotang was not the only one who stayed awake all night.

When Mo Yingyan woke up, it was already full of sunshine, and the people around him had already left for a long time.

When Fu Beixian saw him come out, his face was full of teasing, "Yo, our big lazy cat is finally willing to get up." ”

Mo Yingyan's expression was scattered and lazy, she glanced at the four of them, and her voice was a little hoarse, "What about her?" ”

Ember Ming picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea and pushed it to his hand, "Drink saliva to moisten your throat, my younger brother and sister said to go out for a walk, and Zi Linwei followed." ”

Mo Yingyan's slender and white fingers fell on the peach glazed tea cup, like a high-quality jade carving.

A faint warmth came from his fingertips, he picked up the teacup, took a sip gently, and looked a little surprised, "Qingshan Yinjian? ”

The tea liquid in the entrance is bitter and astringent at the beginning, sweet in the middle stage, and light and elegant in the later stage.

Bitter but not astringent, fragrant but not sweet.

One hundred taels of gold.

Ember Ming took a sip of the teacup, and raised his chin at the pale cyan tea can on the table, "Qiao Han sent it." ”

Mo Yingyan lowered his eyes, looking at the turquoise tea liquid in the cup, his expression was slightly cold, "He has made a lot of oil and water over the years." ”

Ordinary businessmen are reluctant to buy Qingshan Yinjian at all.

And the jar sent by Qiao Han is worth 10,000 taels of gold.

Gu Shuya smiled lightly: "After His Highness beats it, the silver taels raised by Lord Xiao are enough to open the river and drain it." ”

Tan Zhixi added with a smile: "Even, more than enough." ”

Mo Yingyan put down the teacup and let out a crisp cracking sound.

Then came his cold and indifferent voice, "Since the river has been dug, a few more bridges should be built." ”

Ember instantly understood what he meant, and chuckled, "Qiao Han and they can definitely squeeze oil out of them, and the money is enough." ”

Mo Yingyan hummed faintly, stood up and walked out slowly.

"Hey, where are you going?" Fu Beixian shouted.

Mo Yingyan didn't reply, her voice was cold and casual, "Shopping." ”

What to visit?

Shopping?

Fu Beixian and Mo Ember looked at each other, their eyes full of shock.

Since he was born, I am afraid that he does not even know what is sold on the street.

People who never waste a minute or a second of sleep time would go shopping?

The two of them turned their heads to look out the window in unison.

Could it be that the sun is coming out of the west today?

The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window just burned out.

"The sun didn't hit the west either!" Fu Beixian muttered in a low voice, and out of the corner of his eye, he happened to see Zi Linwei's figure coming in a hurry.

"Your Highness, the third princess was kidnapped by a gangster shrouded in a black robe." Zilinwei knelt on one knee in front of Mo Yingyan:

"The subordinate protector is unfavorable, please punish His Highness."

Zi Linwei's voice fell, and Mo Ember and the others stood up in shock, "What? ”

Mo Yingyan lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes drooped, covering the emotions in his eyes.

But everyone can feel it, and it instantly feels like they are in the cold winter moon.

"Shrouded in black robes?" For a moment, his frosty tone overflowed word by word.

Zi Linwei lowered his head: "Yes." ”

"Poison Seven?" Ember Dark's expression changed.

Just as his words fell, another Zilin Wei hurriedly came, held up the note in his hand, and respectfully handed it to Mo Yingyan.

"Your Highness, my subordinates didn't catch up with the person who robbed the three princesses, but when I chased over, I saw this."

Mo Yingyan took it and unfolded it.

There is a sentence written on it -

[Third Highness, the top of Xicheng Mountain, one person came. 】

Ember frowned: "I'll go with you." ”

Mo Yingyan's long fingers were clear.

The note instantly turned into a flurry of crumbs, falling down his fingers.

His handsome face was cold, as if it was instantly infected with frost that could not be dissolved.

When your gaze falls on the debris between your fingers, the frost condenses into ice and snow.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Before the epidale had fully fallen, his figure had disappeared at the top of the stairs.

"Mo lazy!" Fu Beixian hurriedly chased up two steps, but was stopped by Wuyi, who suddenly appeared.

"Don't chase!"

"Wuyi senior!" Fu Beixian's expression was overjoyed, "Let's go and save my cousin's daughter-in-law!" ”

Wuyi grabbed him and shook his head, "You guys are waiting here, old man." ”

After the words fell, he looked at the ink embers, "There is a secret passage under the city lord's mansion, fill it in, check it everywhere, and all the herbs that are suspicious I are found have all been burned." ”

When Qian Xian withdrew, he took all the hidden prescriptions in the city lord's mansion with him.

But some of the herbs didn't have time to take away.

He looked at it carefully, and these herbs were all highly poisonous plants.

After speaking, he patted Fu Beixian's shoulder, "Don't worry, I will bring them back safely." ”

Fu Beixian pursed his lips, and could only hope for Wuyi, "Senior, please be sure to bring them all back." ”

Wuyi hummed softly, his figure flashed, and he chased after Mo Yingyan.

Mo Ember watched his figure disappear, his face turned cold, "Go to the City Lord's Mansion." ”

......

The top of the cliff of Creek City.

When Mo Yingyan arrived in the light of the morning light, his white brocade robe was stained with a little blood.

The beautiful and magnificent face, against the backdrop of this little bloodstain, was like a ruthless and desireless god on the top of the snow-capped mountain, and was suddenly pulled into the demon world.

Fallen gods become demons.

Number Seven sat at the bamboo table, sipping tea slowly.

Seeing Mo Yingyan, he raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Waste." ”

Hundreds of poison puppets couldn't stop Mo Yingyan.

Those semi-finished products are really waste.

He took a sip of tea unhurriedly and raised his eyes to look at Mo Yingyan, "Third Highness, it's really good martial arts." ”

"I just don't know, under such a strong internal force, has the cold poison attacked?"

Mo Yingyan held the sword in his right hand, and the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground.

A drop of bright red blood dripped down the tip of the sword and fell to the ground.

Under the soft light of the morning sun, the man's pupils are as black as ink, and his eyes are cold and indifferent, which makes people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"What about her?"

No. 7 casually shook the teacup in his hand, and asked instead of answering, "Third Highness, aren't you curious about what conditions Shang Ruyan will put forward to Emperor Wu Shun?" ”