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Chapter 100 Man, You Are Playing With Fire (4)

Prime Minister Mo took another look at the two of them, and invited Yan Luo in: "Please come inside, my lord."

Yan Luo unceremoniously entered the Mo residence in front of Prime Minister Mo, and as soon as she entered, she looked around, the Mo residence looked quite rich, why did Mo Yuan look so poor.

The thick makeup on his face could not cover his malnutrition.

Yan Luo wiped off the thick layer of rouge on his mouth with a handkerchief, and said, "Don't apply it so thickly in the future."

"Yes."

Mo Yuan was by Yan Luo's side, and after such a long delay, he didn't have any nonsense and served the food directly.

Yan Luo showed little interest in the food in Mofu, with a sleepy look on her face, she put the chopsticks aside, and asked Mo Yuan, "You only eat these in Mofu?"

Mo Yuan shook his head, then nodded again.

Yan Luo frowned, Mo Yuan looked at her, and the more she looked at her, the more she felt pleasing to her eyes.

He also didn't expect that this apprentice was so good-looking.

Looking aside, some of the other brothers have already shown an obsessive look towards her.

Yan Luo picked up a piece of pastry and took a big bite, almost choking himself to death for the second time.

What's up with pastries in this day and age?

Will you die if you put some bean paste?

Mo Yuan hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Yan Luo: "My lord, drink some water."

Yan Luo glanced at him and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

Not bad, not infected by Linyuan.

The little guy can still get along.

Mo Yuan lowered his head, not daring to look at her.

Yan Luo was in a good mood, and visited Mo Yuan's boudoir after eating and drinking.

Prime Minister Mo should have prepared everything long ago. Apart from being colder, he doesn't see any trouble here.

In the space, the system scolded Prime Minister Mo for being a bitch, while feeling sorry for Mo Yuan.

Yan Luo was less interested than before. She was very tired after counting the goods in the morning, and now she just wanted to go back and have a good sleep.

After going through a process, Yan Luo watched the people from the Mo Mansion deliver the dowry to Mo Yuan, and after they left, he asked Fu Ling for the list: "Give him the list."

Fu Ling gave the list to Mo Yuan, and Yan Luo patted him on the shoulder: "These are all yours, remember to bring back a lot."

She took out the money that the original owner planned for Qin Yin's redemption, and gave it to Lin Yuan's father: "You take the money, prepare some dowry, don't let Prime Minister Mo know about it."

"It doesn't work, it doesn't work."

Seeing that the man wanted to refuse, Yan Luo frowned, and used his own identity to pressure him: "This is an order, bring it back if you can't finish it, and keep it for later, anyway, just don't leave a copper coin for that cheapskate Mo Han. "

"My lord, we can't speak ill of Prime Minister Mo like that." Fu Ling felt that her lord had changed, but at the same time felt that she hadn't.

The prince has always been an uncertain person, and his thoughts have been changing, but the scolding of those officials behind his back has not changed.

"It's not bad that the king didn't tell her to her face."

Why so many requests.

After Yan Luo explained, he left.

Later, the small system told her that Mo Tingfeng really went to ask for the dowry, but the boxes Yan Luo gave were all locked, and they couldn't open them without the key.

Yan Luo didn't care much about this, she was sleepy to death.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Yan Luo was called up by the system: [Today is your wedding day, don't sleep. 】

Oh.

Yan Luo didn't say anything, and took out the paper figurine he had made in advance from the space.

[You are running a wedding on earth, what are you doing with the whole paper doll? 】

what to do?
Yan Luo wants the main god to marry a paper doll?
If this is exposed, why not scare all the guests to death on the spot?
More permeable.

What on earth is this crazy woman Yan Luo thinking?

Yan Luo glanced at the paper figurine, and got up from the bed helplessly.

Fuck off and get married.

"My lord, if you don't get up again, you will miss the auspicious time."

Yan Luo got up from the bed with a displeased face, and under the command of the system, he accurately found the wedding dress from a cabinet of red clothes.

The wedding dress was not pre-determined, it was a set she made from space.

Much better looking than the ones here, and easier to wear.

After Yan Luo dressed up, under the command of the system, he sat on the horse, and without waiting for the sedan chair behind him, he rode the horse to the Mo Mansion in a chic manner.

Poria: "..."

Looking at the bewildered crowd, Fu Ling urged: "What are you still doing in a daze, don't hurry up and catch up."

When Yan Luo arrived, there was a group of onlookers in the Mo residence. Everyone knew that today was her wedding day, and when they saw her coming here alone, without a bridal sedan chair or a welcoming team, everyone talked a lot.

Seeing her alone, Mo Han didn't know how to react, so he could only bow his hands and salute: "My lord."

"Where's Mo Yuan?"

"My lord, it's not an auspicious time yet."

Yan Luo raised his voice: "What is the auspicious time, when will this king follow the rules, and now this king wants to see his righteous king!"

"Your Majesty, call him out now."

Seeing that Yan Luo was serious, Mo Han hurriedly arranged for the servant next to him to pass on a message, telling Mo Yuan to come out quickly.

The horse under him was a little disobedient, Yan Luo patted its head and tamed it, just as Mo Yuan was also helped out.

The young man was wearing the wedding dress she gave him, with a red hijab on his head. Yan Luo had a sword in his hand, and she slowly raised the red hijab with the sword.

Mo Han stopped her from the side: "I can't do it, I can't do it."

"What?" Yan Luo paused his hands, "This king can't even check it?"

What if Mo Han, an old fox, drops Mo Yuan?
Yan Luo lifted the hijab and saw the boy.

She dropped the sword on the ground, bent down and pulled the boy onto the horse.

Mo Yuan suddenly lost his center of gravity and held her arm tightly until he was sitting sideways on the horse before he relaxed slightly and said angrily, "My lord."

"drive!"

Waiting for the auspicious time and carrying the sedan chair are too time consuming, she should have brought Lin Yuan back earlier.

Yan Luo returned the same way. On the way back, he ran into a welcoming team carrying sedan chairs. Yan Luo ignored them and rode directly through the team to return home.

Seeing her bringing Mo Yuan back to the mansion, Fu Ling said helplessly, "Go back to the mansion!"

What is this called.

In the later worship hall, the Queen and Queen Feng didn't come anyway, so Yan Luo just saved it and didn't even want to go.

She didn't want to offer tea to that old bastard Mo Han.

Her house hosted other princesses and a bunch of girls from unknown families, but she was not familiar with any of them anyway.

She only saw Lin Wei in the crowd, and Lin Wei also noticed her, but Lin Wei's eyes were quickly attracted by Lin Yuan.

Yan Luo rode his horse directly across the courtyard, ignoring whether the guests were frightened by him, and led Mo Yuan back to the house.

A bunch of messy things were placed on the bed, and Yan Luo remembered that he seemed to have seen it before.

What is this for?

[The implication is to give birth to a precious child early. 】

fuck it.

She cannot give birth.

Let Mo Yuan live on his own.

Yan Luo wrapped those messy things in a red sheet and threw them off the bed. Regardless of Lin Yuan, he pulled the quilt and lay down by himself, closing his eyes.

Ok, it's over.

Mo Yuan: "..."

Never seen anything like this...

indescribable.

What is she?
"My lord?" Mo Yuan poked the girl on the bed.

The girl ignored him.

"Wife master?"

Yan Luo still ignored him.

"We haven't drunk the Hebei wine yet."

Yama:"……"

Yan Luo lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and stuffed a jug of wine into his hand: "You drink, you can't finish the engagement!"

(End of this chapter)