Chapter 80 Everyone's Calculation
Until a pair of cool and gentle hands, softer than feathers, grasped his shoulders.
The person behind him said nervously, "I'll do it."
"I thought you ran away."
Mo Jin suddenly curled his lips and pulled her into his arms. Although his wound hurt, his eyes were bright and he seemed not to feel it.
"I'm going to get the golden medicine my father left me. It costs ten taels of gold per bottle, and I can't bear to use it." Su Luo saw that his face was getting paler and couldn't help but stand up and leave his arms, "Don't make trouble, Prince."
His thin lips pressed down, and Mo Jin's handsome face suddenly pressed against hers.
Their lips pressed against each other, their noses touched, their eyes met, and their eyelashes almost touched.
His kiss was like a storm, sweeping across Su Luo's lips and teeth.
Drops of blood fell from the back, soaking the brown-green floor.
Su Luo was afraid of touching his wound and did not dare to push him. She thought to herself, what a lunatic! He still kissed me even though I was so injured.
The wind outside the window rustled the wind chimes on the eaves. When Mo Jin stopped, Su Luo's breathing became uneven, and she muttered angrily, "Will I die if the prince doesn't kiss me?"
Mo Jin held the back of her head, his cold eyes deep and dark: "You are getting bolder."
Su Luo pursed her lips, and left him calmly. Standing behind him, she looked at the deep wound and said terrifiedly, "How did your Highness get this injury...?"
"Injured by an assassin."
"Is there anyone in this world who dares to hurt the prince?" Su Luo carefully applied medicine to him. Even though her movements were so gentle that they were not noticeable, she still asked, "Does it hurt?"
Mo Jin shook his head.
"Who hurt the prince?" Su Luo's eyes showed a trace of worry.
Mo Jin was silent for a moment, then bluntly refused: "Don't ask around."
"Is it... someone from the court?"
"You're asking too many questions." Mo Jin's tone softened. "There won't be a next time."
Su Luo's heart skipped a beat, she paused in applying the medicine, lowered her eyes and said nothing.
The two of them only had a sexual relationship. Apart from giving her money, Mo Jin never let her participate in his life or integrate into his world, let alone know everything about him.
She comes when you want and leaves when you want. Come to her when you need her.
Su Luo suddenly wanted to slap herself! When Mo Jin brought her the braised lion's head just now, she was moved, and when he lifted her hair, she was shy.
In an instant, Su Luo's eyes turned cold for a moment, and then she put on another layer of disguise, pretending to be obedient and said: "I will not ask about it casually in the future. I didn't mean it, Your Highness, please don't be angry, and don't think too much."
Mo Jin hummed.
After the wound was bandaged, Mo Jin stood up and walked around her room casually, moving the leaves of green plants and flipping through a book on the cabinet.
"!!" Su Luo rushed to grab it.
Mo Jin raised it above his head, curled his lips and read slowly: "The abstinent prince falls in love with a cute little girl? Is this the kind of book you usually read?"
"..." Su Luo stamped her feet and insisted on denying, "Yun Ran saw it, I didn't."
Mo Jin scoffed, "What kind of brain can you grow by reading this kind of book?"
"Chapter One, drugging?"
"Chapter Two, Lover...Husband?"
Mo Jin's pleasant and clear voice rang out, but it made Su Luo's scalp tingle and goose bumps appeared all over her body. She said, "Don't read it anymore."
etc……
Mo Jin narrowed his eyes slightly. Could it be that Su Luo usually studies this kind of book to deal with him?
This plot is extremely similar to the method Su Luo used on him.
Mo Jin laughed inexplicably, holding the book between his fingertips and throwing it onto the lampstand until it burned. "How many books are left? Bring them all here and burn them all."
"..." Su Luo gritted her teeth in anger and dug out a storybook from every corner.
Mo Jin sat on the Zen chair, burning a book, tapping the table with his fingertips: "There's more."
"..." Su Luo angrily took out a book from behind the dressing mirror, "This is really the last one."
"Look again, I'll book a room for you." Mo Jin stared into her eyes and smiled.
It's really nosy of you to meddle in everything, including everything from everything to people's shit and farts.
Su Luo bit her lip, turned her head away angrily, and didn't look at him.
Mo Jin's handsome eyes were filled with a smile, and when he bent his eyes, it was as if the winter ice was melting and the spring breeze was blowing.
When Su Luo glanced over, Mo Jin had already walked out the side door and left.
Su Luo touched her not-so-obvious pregnant belly and laughed angrily through gritted teeth: "Your father is such a piece of shit."
Thinking of the nearly fatal wound on Mo Jin's back, Su Luo couldn't help but clasp her fingers together in front of her chest and said, "Please bless Mo Jin to be safe. Otherwise, you will be born without a father. Who will we mother rely on? Wouldn't it be in vain?"
Su Luo sighed and said to herself sadly: "Baby, do you think your father will leave the mother and the child? Let's wait until he has more conscience."
"Or maybe I give birth to you, raise you well, and make you obedient. Then you can go to your father and say good things about your mother, asking him to give her a title?"
At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door.
Zhihua knocked on the door and said, "Seventh Miss, the storytelling room is bustling with activity. Would you like to go and listen?"
"What's the excitement?" Su Luo asked.
"The hustle and bustle of Marquis Jing'an's mansion." Zhihua giggled maliciously, "It's even more exciting than an opera. It would be a shame not to go and see it!"
Su Luo slammed the table and stood up: "Is there such a good thing?"
…
Half an hour ago.
Kuangqi Tower, the largest theater in the capital, houses a stage for opera, storytelling, and music.
The day before yesterday, Marquis Jing'an invited Zhou Yan's immediate superior, Governor Yang Zhou and his wife, to go to Kuangqi Tower to listen to music.
Zhou Zhizhang extended his hand and gestured for "please," "Commander-in-Chief Yang, please."
Li Ziyan, who had just caused a scene at the Su Mansion, hurried back to the Marquis Mansion to touch up her makeup. However, she still looked tired, and even her eye circles were slightly swollen. She still came to the banquet. After all, the banquet was arranged in advance. Who could have imagined that something like that would happen at the Su Mansion?
Madam Yang noticed something was wrong, but she was smart and didn't say it directly. She smiled and nodded at Li Ziyan.
Li Ziyan cheered herself up and went up to hold Madam Yang's hand. "Although this is the first time we've met, I feel like Madam Yang and I are old friends. We should visit each other more often."
Madam Yang felt it was strange that they were so intimate on their first meeting. She pulled her hand out of her arm and said with sweat on her face, "I...I'm allergic to the Mo Nanxiang on you, Madam Hou."
Li Ziyan still had a smile on her face: "Is that so? Then next time we go shopping, I won't wear Mo Nanxiang. What fragrance do you like?"
When did she say she would meet up next time? Madam Yang was extremely embarrassed and quickly shook her head: "Next, next time may not be free."
Li Ziyan smiled, then froze for a moment: "It's okay."
The four of them, along with their servants, passed by the storytelling pavilion and walked towards the stage.
All I could hear was the sharp-nosed, monkey-faced storyteller inside, his face full of secrets, freely discussing the strange happenings of the capital, and then he slammed the gavel: "You all don't know, but there's been a lot of excitement recently."
Mrs. Yang's eyes lit up instantly, she slowed down her pace and pulled Yang Zhou's sleeve.
Yang Zhou always knew that his wife loved to listen to the fun.
Although Li Ziyan was not interested, who doesn't like to listen to other people's excitement?
It would be best if a more earth-shattering scandal happened among the nobles, so that she could gloat over it and dilute the previous unpleasantness.
I only heard the storyteller say boldly: "Not long ago, the son of the Marquis of Jing'an married the orphan girl of the Su family. It should have been a happy marriage."
"I never imagined! The wife of Marquis Jing'an actually instigated Madam Su to commit suicide!"
The crowd eating sunflower seeds in the audience burst into laughter:
"Instigating your in-laws to commit suicide, what kind of drama is this?"
"Are you so cruel?"
"Even before the Su Mansion was in trouble, the Jing'an Marquis' Mansion also continued the engagement. We thought the Marquis' Mansion was loyal and righteous, but it turns out they wanted to wipe out the entire family!"
Mrs. Yang's curious expression was slightly startled.
Yang Zhou frowned and took Madam Yang's hand and quietly moved away from Li Ziyan.
Zhou Zhizhang's face instantly darkened, and he stared at Li Ziyan in shock!
The gloating look on Li Ziyan's face was completely frozen!
In the secret and elegant room on the top floor of Kuangqi Tower, the sound of stringed instruments is pleasant and dancing is graceful. A man sitting cross-legged at a low table is wearing a refreshing blue robe that is as smooth as water. His bony jade fingers slide across pages of ancient books.
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