Chapter 12 Throw yourself down and cry to him
Li Jiaojiao stared at Zhou Yan for a long time before she gave up. She lowered her head and took a deep breath in humiliation. She endured it and said to Su Luo, "Sister-in-law, I was wrong. I shouldn't have resold...your dowry."
"It's okay. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes." Su Luo was extremely generous and sighed, "As long as you give me the money from selling the shop, this matter will be over. After all, you are the prince's cousin. How could I bear to embarrass you?"
silver……
Where is the money!
All spent!
Li Jiaojiao was a little overwhelmed, but she still tried her best to pretend to be calm: "Okay, okay, I will give the silver to my sister-in-law when I get home."
Zhou Yan originally wanted to smooth things over and say a few more words to Su Luo.
But Su Luo glanced at him, wiped her tears and left. The next moment, Li Ziyan stood up and said, "Yan'er, you are wrong in this matter. Why don't you chase after him?"
Zhou Zhizhang's eyes flickered between Zhou Yan and Li Jiaojiao. He hadn't gotten the Su family's assets yet, so he couldn't let Su Luo find out about the relationship between Zhou Yan and Li Jiaojiao. He acted like a loving father and said to Su Luo:
"Daughter-in-law, it's Yan'er's fault. He shouldn't have given you the shop. How about this? I'll ask him to double up with you. I'll give you the inn on East Street as an apology."
Anyway, once it is given away, it can be taken back as soon as the mother and daughter of the Su family die.
So Zhou Zhizhang was very willing to give it up, but Li Ziyan pinched her sleeve in surprise and pain, and said with a wry smile: "Yes, Luo'er, you see, we, your parents-in-law, are all on your side."
Su Luo stopped when she saw that things were going well: "Thank you, Mom and Dad."
"What are you thanking me for? Well, we are all family." Li Zi Yan forced a smile.
So, when Su Luo was about to go back to the Marquis' Mansion with Li Ziyan and Zhou Yan, Mo Jin said in an unfathomable voice behind her: "Madam, wait a minute."
Zhou Zhizhang suddenly turned around, looked at Mo Jin, and guessed his intentions.
"So this blacksmith shop is owned by the Su family. I believe the Crown Prince's wife is also proficient in weapon assembly. In that case, Madam, please stay. I will be with you..." Mo Jin curled his lips and said sarcastically, "We have something important to discuss."
Mo Jin was brutal and unruly. Zhou Yan was worried about Su Luo being left alone with him, so he said, "I am also good at military tactics. Your Majesty, why don't you keep me here? Luo'er is just an ordinary woman who knows nothing."
His eyes were full of disparagement: "She is just a woman who knows nothing."
"I'm not the woman the prince claims knows nothing." Su Luo smiled faintly, her bare hands brushing across the rows of cold ironware as she spoke calmly, "I'm the legitimate daughter of a general's family. I have six older brothers, all of whom are excellent generals. My grandfather wrote countless military books and studied weaponry, and I've been influenced by him since I was young."
She picked up some mortise and tenon joints and iron parts that others couldn't understand, and while speaking, she flipped them with her deft hands, assembling the prototype of a sleeve arrow. With a "click", she put on the short arrow and aimed at Li Jiaojiao. Li Jiaojiao's pupils shrank slightly and she clenched her fists nervously. Zhou Yan subconsciously went over to protect Li Jiaojiao.
Su Luo tilted her head and smiled slightly: "Cousin Jiaojiao, please move aside for a moment."
For some reason, Su Luo, who appeared harmless and gentle, with bright eyes as she stood there and called "cousin" all the time, made Li Jiaojiao feel scared. She moved aside, revealing a straw target hanging on the wall behind her.
Next moment——
With a "swoosh", a powerful arrow was shot out, piercing the bull's eye and shattering into pieces!
Li Jiaojiao's face turned slightly pale. Thinking of the way Su Luo was aiming at her just now, she felt a little uncomfortable.
Zhou Yan could not hide his surprise. He did not expect that his newly married wife would have such abilities. He thought Su Luo should be dull, boring, and just a pretty face, but now she was gradually breaking his stereotype.
To him, Su Luo was like a treasure hidden tightly in a cloth. Now, that cloth was being pulled away bit by bit, revealing the glittering golden jewels inside...
"Cousin?" Li Jiaojiao noticed that Zhou Yan was stunned and asked dissatisfiedly, "But what's on my cousin's face that makes you guys stare at it so intently?"
There's a bit of sourness in these words.
Zhou Yan felt something was wrong and quickly came back to his senses. The new emperor snorted coldly, thinking that this was just Su Luo's trick. What was the big deal? Since he had already given his heart to Jiaojiao, he couldn't just look at Su Luo twice. He just said, "Go back to the mansion."
Zhou Zhizhang, who knew about the incident of sleeping with the wrong groom, looked between Su Luo and Mo Jin like a seasoned man. When Mo Jin looked at him, he quickly lowered his head and avoided her gaze. A calculating smile crossed his lips. "Since that's the case, I will take my wife and children back home first. After you finish discussing with Luo'er, I will send a servant to take her back."
After the Marquis's group left, Mo Jin weighed the fine crossbow in his hand and stood behind Su Luo, who was assembling the weapons. "Will Madam Song accept the job of improving the weapons for me?"
She was so happy to be on the list of Mo Jin that she first lowered her eyes and pretended to be troubled. Then she said carefully: "As a woman, I have been too close to the Regent.
Rumors... or... forget it?"
Don’t men all fall for the playful tactics of playing hard to get and giving in?
Mo Jin, who was very insightful about human nature, only took one glance to see what tricks this woman was playing. Her little womanly behavior clearly tried to lure him into the trap, but she pretended to refuse. Ha, he pinched her waist and sneered, "There are even closer ones, they've even touched. Are you afraid of this?"
"Your Highness, there are people... so many people watching..." Su Luo's eyelashes trembled, and she covered them to cover the fluttering emotions in her eyes.
The two of them were standing in the warehouse. Although there was no one else there, the door was not closed, so if the guests came over here, they could still see everything clearly.
Mo Jin hooked the door shut with the tip of his shoe, remembering the bone-chilling feeling that night. He leaned down with his tall and mighty figure, covering the delicate and thin woman in the shadow. He raised his hand and stroked the back of Su Luo's head, like holding the back of a kitten's neck, rubbing her.
He pinched the back of her neck, his eyes were indifferent, and his handsome thin lips were slightly curled:
"The cervical vertebrae are so fragile. Just a gentle pinch..." He suddenly tightened his grip. Su Luo felt a little pain. Her pretty face suddenly turned pale. She subconsciously grabbed Mo Jin's sleeves. Her eyes showed real panic. She begged for mercy, "No."
Mo Jin rubbed again and again
He pinched the back of her neck, a dangerous smile flashing in his handsome eyes: "No? What kind of no?"
He stroked her clavicle, which was as delicate as a work of art, with his large palm, and sneered, "I have seen too many women like you, throwing themselves at me like a river, but you are the first one with such poor acting skills."
Su Luo's whole body trembled slightly, like a delicate flower in the wind and rain, unable to withstand the slightest intimidation or blow.
"Are you going to cry again?" Mo Jin lowered his head and looked at the corners of her eyes which were gradually turning red. "If you dare to cry, I will kill you."
Su Luo was indeed frightened. The big palm on the back of her neck was like Yama's guillotine. Thinking of the miserable plight of her father and brother, her depressed mother, the precarious general's mansion, and her own current situation, tears suddenly fell like pearls from a broken string.
But Mo Jin didn't allow her to cry.
She bit her lip, her whole body trembling violently, and her tearful eyes looked at him mistily.
The beauty is like the spring scenery of the Jiangnan Hui style.
Mo Jin's heartstrings moved slightly, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the more he cried, the more itchy it felt, just like that night.
With a wave of his hand, Su Luoluo's skirt fell to the ground. Mo Jin pressed her onto the side table. Su Luo groaned as the iron on the table hit her slender waist. Tears welled up in her eyes due to the pain. Mo Jin sighed and pulled her clothes off her shoulders: "You are really good at crying."
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