Prosperous Beauty System

"Go away!"

"Step aside!"

The voice of the entourage riding the horse galloping behind him was cold and cold.

The leading young man put away his horsewhip. Although his jade-like face was cold, he was a bit careless. When he waved the horsewhip on the pedestrian's back without mercy, it showed his cruelty.

Panicked pedestrians dodged in a hurry, one accidentally rolled down the official road, and the cries rose and fell.

"Young master, Changli is ahead." After walking for a while, a servant behind the young master approached on a horse and spoke in a low voice.

Rong Mo tightened his reins, "Whoa!"

The dozen or so attendants following behind him also stopped.

It was sunset at this time, and the sun was hanging on the top of the mountain. Except for the group of refugees who had been brandished by Rong Mo just now, there were only two or three passers-by on the official road ahead, and occasionally people in carriages passed by.

"One." Rong Mo spoke while holding the horsewhip in his hand, his handsome and deep face was slightly cold.

"Young master." The attendant who just reminded him got off his horse and walked steadily to Rong Mo's horse.

"Where did these people come from?"

On the side of the official road, a few peasant women with sallow complexions and disheveled hair were sitting by a tree with bundles on their arms, bowing their heads and feeding the children in their arms.

The yellow and hard noodles looked unappetizing, but the women seemed to be eating delicacies from mountains and seas. They ate a mouthful for themselves and fed a mouthful for their children, with smiles on their faces.

"Is it tasty?"

"Mom, you eat too."

Rong Mo took a look at the bread, and immediately lost his appetite, "When will people like this come in and out of Changli?"

Hearing the disgusting voice of the young master, Qiyi raised his head and glanced, then said in a deep voice, "Cangyu suffered from a flood not long ago."

"Flood?" Rong Mo never had the word "sympathy" in his life, "Go back and tell Xie Qinghong to guard his city gate, and don't let any cat or dog run in."

One of them has always looked forward to the young master's lead, and immediately said, "Yes!"

Rong Mo tightened his grip on the horse's belly, and flicked the whip back, "Drive!"

There was a constant stream of people coming and going in the inn. Compared with the noisy street outside and the deserted second floor of the inn, it seemed like two worlds.

The shop waiter was carrying the food, stood in front of the door of Tianzi No. [-] room, reached out and knocked on the door, "Guest officer, your food has arrived."

There was no movement inside. After a while, a deep voice came out, "Come in."

The voice was very flat, but it sent chills down the waiter's spine for no reason. He opened the door and walked in, placed the food on the desk respectfully, and was about to turn around and leave.

"and many more."

The shop clerk felt his scalp tingle, "Is there anything else you can do, Mr. Guest?"

He turned his head, only to see a figure looming on the bed with gauze hanging down, but nothing else.The waiter looked down on the bed again, two pairs of shoes.

"Wine." The owner of the voice said concisely.

The shop clerk came back to his senses, knowing that he had ruined someone else's good deed, and quickly said, "Guest officer, wait a moment, wait a moment."

After that, he hurriedly backed out and closed the door carefully.

The figure in the gauze tent swayed, and soon, a white hand pushed aside the gauze curtain and hung it aside, revealing a fair and handsome face.

This person is really good-looking, with black hair like ink, figure like pine, and a long gown, but his face is extremely pale, he looks like he just recovered from a serious illness.

Zheng Lun straightened his clothes and stood up from the bed, "Master Mingyue." He turned around and said to Mingyue on the bed, "It's time to eat."

Mingyue lay sideways on the bed, her body still trembling, "I don't want to eat." He curled up his body, and the slightly curly long black hair that fell on the bed also moved.

Zheng Lun looked at him, and suddenly sat down on the edge of the bed, "You haven't eaten all day."

"I said not to eat!"

"I don't agree." Zheng Lun's face turned cold, and he grabbed Mingyue's wrist and pulled him up from the bed, "You must eat."

Mingyue's eyes were red, "What else do you want?" His untied long hair was spread on the bed, and he was only wearing a light shirt, which made his icy muscles and bones even more beautiful like jade.

At this moment, his chest heaved due to anger, and even the corners of his eyes were bright red, but Zheng Lun could only see his bright red lips.

"I don't want to do anything." He stretched out his hand to rub Mingyue's red and swollen lips, his eyes gradually darkened.

"Let go, let go!" Mingyue's struggle was like flirting to Zheng Lun.

"You have to promise me to eat." At this time, he still didn't forget to let Mingyue eat.

Mingyue was so angry that his chest hurt, "I'm not hungry!" Those meals were so hot, his tongue would definitely be cooked after eating them.

Zheng Lun let go of him slightly, his eyes became deeper and deeper, "You are really difficult to raise. You don't eat anything that is too hot or too ripe, and you don't eat anything that is too salty or too sweet. Only the Seventh Prince can afford you."

Mingyue's body trembled, she turned her head, and said sullenly, "Anyway, I don't need you to support her."

"I can't afford it." Zheng Lun stood up, walked to the dining table and sat down, with a faint smile in his voice, "There are shrimps you like to eat."

"...You eat by yourself." The voice became more muffled, Zheng Lun raised his head, and saw Mingyue lying back again, with the quilt covering his head, and it was not too muffled.

"Dong dong dong—" there was a knock on the door.

Zheng Lun, "Come in."

The waiter opened the door and came in with a jug of wine in his hand, "Guest officer, the wine you want."

Zheng Lun lowered his eyes, "Put it down."

The waiter put the wine on the dining table respectfully, and raised his eyes slightly when he exited. Before he could see clearly whether it was a man or a woman lying on the bed, a tall and straight figure blocked his sight.

Zheng Lun walked towards the bed, shook off the gauze curtains hanging on both sides, "Get up, eat."

The gauze curtain fell, and the waiter withdrew regretfully, and closed the door tightly.

Mingyue lay sideways on the bed, eyes closed, he curled up, his face was expressionless, but Zheng Lun knew that he was afraid.

Mingyue is afraid, afraid of the pursuers who don't know when they will arrive, and also afraid of Zheng Lun.

Zheng Lun sat on the edge of the bed, "Last night, I didn't mean it." He rarely explained to others, but in order to make Mingyue feel at ease, he was willing to explain clearly.

Mingyue didn't dare to move, but the fingers that were pulling the quilt turned pale.

"You are a member of His Highness the Seventh Prince. I would not dare to offend you even if I have ten courage." This sentence is against my will. Zheng Lun himself is the emperor's person. Is there anything he dare not do?

Just as Mingyue was about to open her eyes, she heard him say plainly, "I just wanted to do this all of a sudden."

Mingyue, "..." was so angry that her heart ached.

"Still angry?" He leaned closer.