Prosperous Beauty System

The young man sat in front of the window with his back to the door, his long black and beautiful hair hanging down his waist, curled up slightly like seaweed.He raised his head, only showing his side face slightly, and looked out of the window, not knowing where it fell.

He was wearing plain white clothes, and the long sleeves on his wrists were as soft as flowing clouds. He folded them on the chair and meandered to the floor.

The clouds outside the window were white, and the birds flew by.With a movement of the boy's figure, he raised one hand to catch a petal that floated in from the window, revealing his porcelain-white skin and a faint bruise on his wrist.

When Rong Mo glanced at it by chance, he couldn't help being stunned, and a strange feeling surged up in his heart.

The two upper rooms are facing each other, so when you open the door, you will inevitably see the opposite room.Zheng Lun closed the door, as if he didn't notice Rong Mo's gaze, he turned around and hugged her.

He promised Mingyue not to go head-to-head, and this time he came out of the inn just to inquire about news.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the flow of people on the street gradually decreased, the sun in the sky was extremely hot, and the business in restaurants and tea houses was as lively as usual.

Zheng Lun was sitting in the teahouse with a teacup in his hand, looking thoughtful.He sat by the window, outside the tea house with eight large windows was an alley, and pedestrians passed by in twos and threes.

"...Just now, I saw someone from the Rong family." A guest at the next table took a sip of tea, opened a folding fan and fanned himself leisurely.

"Which son from the side line?" The friend at the same table pricked up his ears and asked curiously.

The Rong family's obsession with cleanliness and arrogance are well-known throughout the world, and when they go crazy, they will deny their relatives, especially the sons and daughters of the direct line. They all claim to be noble and elegant, and many jokes were made in Beijing.

Someone at the table suddenly brought up the subject of the Rong family, and everyone at the same table turned their faces, waiting to hear a joke.

"It's not a collateral lineage, it's the Rong family from Beijing." Changli also has the Rong family, but it's a collateral lineage, which is much more low-key than the direct lineage in Beijing.

A person at the same table asked, "Have you seen this person?"

"Didn't I go to Changli a few days ago? The one I went to was the Rong family. I saw him at the gate of the Rong mansion. Several masters of the Rong family came out to meet him. I was stunned for a moment."

The people at the same table were stunned for a moment after hearing this, "... the sons of the direct line have always had a high status."

"Talk about what the Rong family is doing?" One of them showed disdain. His grandmother's family was also ranked high in Beijing, so he didn't buy into the Rong family's account.

The guest who raised the topic first put down his teacup, "I haven't finished talking yet, why are you so anxious?"

He glanced at the people at the same table, "This is Mr. Rong, who drove out the people who escaped from Cangyu from Changli City two days ago. If Mr. Xie didn't stop them, I'm afraid they would kill them all and throw them outside the city." Mass burial."

"...The Rong family is so bold and reckless?" Several people looked at each other, and couldn't believe that the Rong family was so vicious.

"You are still young, when you go to Beijing and live for a while, why are you doing anything?"

"..."

Rong Mo spun his wine glass while listening, thinking that the Rong family is indeed vicious and pretentious, but one thing is commendable is that the Rong family attaches great importance to promises, which has led to a large number of people in Beijing waiting to make deals with them .

Xie Qinghong couldn't stop Xie Qinghong from being so careless about human life, and only the young master of the Rong family in Beijing——Rong Mo.

After drinking tea, Zheng Lun walked towards the inn. In the crowd, he passed two young men in white clothes and black hair. He frowned slightly and quickened his pace.

"Squeak—" the sound of opening the door.

Mingyue turned her head, and her heart that had been hanging was finally let go. "Are you back?" He walked over and helped Zheng Lun take off his coat very naturally.

Zheng Lun let him move, "Pack up your things, I'll take you back to Jiangling."

Mingyue was taken aback, he was still holding Zheng Lun's coat, "...Didn't you say that Su Xi is waiting for me in Changli?"

Zheng Lun didn't know how to tell him that the affairs of the court were very muddy and should not be used to pollute his ears.

"The Seventh Prince has encountered something that he can't get out of." He said in a low voice, and went around behind the screen to change his clothes.

Rong Mo is like a signal, although he is elusive, but wherever he goes, there is a puddle of muddy water, without exception.

Zheng Lun knew that the seventh prince had a deal with the Rong family, and he also knew that the crown prince had a deal with the Rong family. The two brothers seemed to have a normal relationship on the surface, but they actually hated each other deeply.

If it wasn't for him being the emperor's man, even he might have been kept secret by the Rong family.

When Mingyue heard that Su Xi was in danger, there was a "buzz" in her head, she felt the world spinning and fell to the ground in an instant.

After Zheng Lun changed his clothes and came out, he chatted with Mingyue that the blood on his face had faded, and he felt nervous, "Mingyue!"

He quickly helped him up, "The Seventh Prince is not in danger, he just cannot leave Jiangling temporarily."

Mingyue shook her head, as if she had lost her soul, her face was pale and pale, "Then tell me, why did the crown prince hunt me down?" Zheng Lun thought he didn't know if he didn't tell?

Zheng Lun helped him to sit on the edge of the bed, "The Prince is chasing after me, not you."

On the opposite side of the room, Rong Mo was sitting on the side table, opening a scroll with great interest.

The rolled noodles are a bit worn out, and it can be seen that it has passed through the hands of several people, but it looks very clean.

There is no brilliant painting in that painting.

The water is dyed and the peach forest is scorching. There is a person leaning on the peach blossom branch, with long sleeves and black hair, smiling at the visitor in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"I see."

Rong Mo closed the scroll, "No wonder I feel so familiar."

"One." He called, and soon someone came in through the window.

"Young Master, please give me instructions."

"Go to the opposite room and see, is anyone still there?" Leaning against the wall, he twisted his wrist gracefully, looking very lazy.

One of them took the order to leave, and after a while, he opened the door and walked in, "The room is already empty. I asked the waiter, and he said that he paid the bill half a quarter of an hour ago."

Rong Mo wasn't surprised at all, "I don't know who is following him, but he is so keen."

The subordinate asked, "What does the young master mean, to pursue or to pursue?"

"My horse hasn't been fed yet, so what's the point of chasing after it." After Rong Mo said, he opened the window and saw his beloved horse in the manger downstairs grazing with its head bowed, looking extremely leisurely.

The subordinate said, "Yes!" He turned and left, closing the door.

"His Royal Highness is really good at tricks." After the subordinate left, Rong Mo poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down. "Send a few people to chase after him, and he really went back by himself."

Su Ji had already prepared his horse and was ready to go to Changli, but as soon as he left the palace gate, the imperial decree arrived in the palace, ordering him to set off quickly and return to Beijing.

The author has something to say: The capital city chapter begins.

I can't control the development of the plot, I want to finish this story quickly, but I can't control myself.