On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Huo Changhe saw that Yan Ruyu's eyes were clear and she didn't look like she was drunk at all, so he knew that she was awake.

After clearing her throat, before speaking, Yan Ruyu pointed at someone again: "Are you drunk?"

Huo Changhe: "...Yes, I'm a little drunk, I don't know why I ended up here."

"Oh, it's okay. Just rest and I'll go take a look."

She calmly got out of bed and straightened her clothes. Huo Changhe looked at her back, not sure if she still remembered what happened before.

While she was thinking wildly, Yan Ruyu turned around and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, your wine is very good and you are not rude."

Huo Changhe chuckled lightly.

When I opened the door and went out, I saw a man sitting on a stone bench under the tree wiping tears.

Song Yiyi.

"Why are you crying here?"

Song Yiyi looked up and saw Yan Ruyu. She quickly wiped away her tears and stood up: "Princess, I'm sorry, I disturbed you."

"That's not true. I'm a light sleeper. What's wrong with you?"

"I...it's okay. I'll go back to the room first."

She turned to leave, but Yan Ruyu said behind her: "Can you still go back? Do you want to continue like this?"

Song Yiyi stopped, tears rolling down again.

She was sleeping on the floor outside, but her mother-in-law woke her up and asked her to find something to eat because she was hungry. However, when she went back, the door was locked.

Thinking of all the grievances, I couldn't help but sit on the stone bench and cry.

Yan Ruyu walked forward: "Let's go, put away your tears! Crying is of no use."

Song Yiyi followed her, not knowing what she was going to do.

Outside the room where Huo Bao and his son lived, Song Yiyi was about to speak when Yan Ruyu raised her hand to stop her and knocked on the door twice.

Bao'er's mother's cold voice came from inside: "What are you knocking for? Who will open the door for you in the middle of the night? Get away!"

Song Yiyi started crying again.

Yan Ruyu stepped lightly.

After a moment, Bao'er's mother sneered: "Bao'er, do you see? You have to use harsh tactics to discipline your daughter-in-law to let her know how powerful she is! Otherwise, sooner or later, she will climb on top of you."

"Look at her now. She can draw a few broken paintings and hang around in front of the princess all day long. Do you really think she can turn over? "

"Mom, what do you think we should do?"

"Don't worry about it, let's see how I treat her! I think the princess has objections to us, and she even took the carriage back, but it doesn't matter, let that bitch go get it! If you have nothing to do, just force her to draw more, and I will give it to the princess when the time comes. Look. We don’t have to worry about this along the way. Wait until the northwest and let her ask the princess for a house. When we settle in, we will sell her to the princess and let her be a slave!"

"Mom, can the money from the sale help me find another wife?"

"More than just one room? If we marry a concubine as well, then we can expand our family."

"Okay, just listen to mother!"

Song Yiyi stood outside the door, her hands and feet were cold.

I thought that as long as I had to compromise and make my husband and mother-in-law happy, they would recognize me.

Oh, in the end, it's just a joke.

They had already made up their minds not to want her.

Yan Ruyu turned to look at her, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Song Yiyi followed slowly, and when she walked through the Moon Gate, she knelt down with a plop.

Yan Ruyu waited silently for her to speak.

"Princess, please accept me. I am willing to serve as your slave and serve you."

Yan Ruyu said calmly: "I don't want a slave, I just want a partner."

Song Yiyi raised her head and clenched her hands: "I...I am willing to work for the princess, try my best to come up with more clothing styles, and draw them all for the princess! "

Yan Ruyu's face was as calm as usual: "You have to think about it. If this is the case, you have to sign a document with me. You will not regret it within five years. If you regret it..."

"I will never go back on my word! Don't say five years, even 50 years!" Song Yiyi said firmly.

"Don't speak too early. You are so angry now that you can promise anything. If your husband comes to you to admit his mistake and persuade you, and your mother-in-law treats you with kindness and power, what will you do?"

Song Yiyi bit her lip and said, "I will ask him to write a letter of divorce tomorrow, so that we will end our relationship and have nothing to do with her anymore."

"divorce your wife?" Yan Ruyu's voice rose, "What's your fault that you should be divorced?"

Song Yiyi raised her eyes to look at her.

"It's reconciliation, not divorce. If you want to divorce, it's up to you to divorce your husband."

Song Yiyi breathed quickly: "Yes, what the princess said is true."

It's almost dawn, the darkest hour, and a moment later, it's dawn.

"Sober up and ask yourself again at dawn, which one do you really want? Think about it before you reply."

Yan Ruyu turned around and left, and saw Huo Changhe standing in front of the door, looking at her with a smile.

Her expression remained unchanged as she walked over slowly: "What are you laughing at, Your Majesty?"

"Did you anticipate this outcome early on? That's why you agreed to give them a room for their mother and son?"

Yan Ruyu hummed: "I'm not a god, how could I predict it? The prince thinks too highly of me."

Huo Changhe's voice was smiling and he came close to her ear: "The princess is a fairy."

Yan Ruyu: "..."

……

The mountain behind Daiguo Temple.

The stone door of the cave is half closed, and the master abbot is sitting in the cave, holding a Buddhist bead in his hand.

Mr. Mo in front of him held a teacup in his hand and drank tea slowly: "The abbot's tea is the best."

Master Abbot's eyelids drooped slightly: "Sir, if you like it, just take it."

Mr. Mo crooked his fingers and threw away the remaining tea: "I like a lot of things, so I can't take them all away."

"For example, I quite like some people's lives."

Master Abbot: "..."

Mr. Mo smiled slightly, and the candlelight flickered in the cave, making his smile look even more sinister: "Abbott, don't be nervous, I still respect you."

"Has Master Abbot thought about what we discussed before?"

"As long as the monks in the temple are not harmed, I... the poor monk will obey your husband's instructions."

Mr. Mo poured another cup of tea, his eyes fell on his face, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a trace of sarcasm: "They say that Master Abbot has become more knowledgeable about Buddhism after leaving seclusion. I think your heart has changed for the better."

"At this time, I can still think about not hurting others."

Master Abbot turned the beads between his fingers: "The Buddha said..."

"Okay, I don't want to hear what the Buddha said. I only care about whether the master can do what I say."

Mr. Mo interrupted coldly: "In two days, I will send a signal in the city. Then there will be chaos in the city, and someone will come to invite the abbot. You should know what to say."

Master Abbot breathed slightly and nodded stiffly.

"Master?" Someone suddenly shouted outside.

Master Abbot had a lump in his throat and quickly looked at Mr. Mo.

Mr. Mo's eyes were cold and stern, and a cold light flashed in his sleeves.

Master Abbot hurriedly whispered: "No, he is my eldest disciple, Wu Ming. There are many things he still needs to do. Moreover, he found a good business today. If he can succeed, he will make more money."

Mr. Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and Master Abbot struck while the iron was hot: "Don't go out yet. I'll go tell him and I won't let him find you."

Mr. Mo didn't speak or move.