Mo Mansion.
"Ran Ran, do you think I look okay in this outfit?"
Ruan Lanxin, who had already changed into a light green dress, stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at her clothes.
There was a hint of inquiry and unnaturalness between his brows.
"Okay, just trust my judgment!" Mo Ranran almost patted his chest to make the promise.
Ruan Lanxin still felt very uncomfortable. She had always been wielding swords and guns before, and the clothes she wore were very convenient.
Now she's wearing a dress like a little girl, which looks very strange no matter how you look at it.
"But, when did Miss Ruan fall in love with red makeup? I remember someone said a long time ago that people don't like red makeup but love weapons."
Mo Ranran held a brush in her hand and placed it against her delicate and fair face, with a hint of interest appearing on her face.
After hearing this, Ruan Lanxin's fair face turned a little redder.
She was always carefree, but when she asked this question, a shy look like a little girl appeared on her face.
"Let me guess, does Sister Ruan have a lover?" A cunning smile appeared on Mo Ranran's face.
Then he continued to ask curiously, "However, for a woman like Sister Ruan who makes people so moved, what kind of man can make you so interested!"
"Ranran, you are teasing me again!" Ruan Lanxin said a little embarrassedly.
Looking at the light green clothes on myself, I still feel a little unconfident. It turns out that this style is not very suitable for me!
"Sister Ruan, don't worry. If you go out wearing this dress, all the men in the capital will fall at your feet."
Mo Ranran was praising him as usual, his tone full of appreciation, just like a little flatterer.
The beautiful eyebrows are slightly raised, just like a lucky doll.
"Eh, I still don't think it's suitable for me, forget it!"
Ruan Lanxin sighed softly, then took the hairpin out of her new bun.
Looking at his own face in the bronze mirror, he touched his skin and found it was so smooth and tender.
"Sister Ruan, even if you don't believe in my judgment, you can't question your own beauty!"
Mo Ranran put the brush in her hand aside, slowly stood up and walked to his side, putting her hands on her shoulders.
Then she picked up a bottle of ink from the table and gently drew the shape of her eyebrows.
She said in a gentle voice, "Sister, you are a well-known figure in the capital, why are you becoming less and less confident in yourself in private?"
"Look, doesn't it look better this way?"
The slender fingers left her face, and the maid beside her cleverly handed her the bronze mirror.
Ruan Lanxin looked at herself in the bronze mirror. Her eyebrows were as thin as willow leaves and she looked weak and swaying in the wind. She was very different from her usual self.
But the heroic spirit between his brows is still there.
"Miss, the Marquis has returned home and is on his way here now."
A little maid ran into the room in a hurry, speaking breathlessly.
Mo Ranran's pupils dilated slightly, and she immediately ran back to her desk in a hurry. On the desk was the admonition she had written.
"Oh no, I haven't finished what my brother asked me to write yet! I'm probably going to get scolded again soon."
While talking to himself, he picked up the brush and copied quickly.
After hearing what the maid said, Ruan Lanxin's heart began to pound and she became a little flustered.
That god-like man is coming back!
But I'm not ready to welcome him yet.
"Meet the Marquis."
The footsteps had now reached the door.
Mo Ranran's hand speed was getting faster and faster, but it still couldn't surpass his brother's foot speed.
"Brother, why did you come back so early today? The kitchen has already prepared lunch. How about you have lunch first and then come check on Ranran's homework?"
Mo Ranran was an extremely qualified flatterer. He immediately stood up from his chair and took a few books to cover what he had written.
"Greetings, My Lord." Ruan Lanxin tried to calm her breath and forced her eyes not to look at the visitor.
But the ears that were already red from being burned could not deceive others.
"Ms. Ruan." Mo Jue nodded slightly. There was a faint smile on his angular face from beginning to end, and an extremely distant aura.
Although she looked very gentle, she knew deep down that she was destined to have no results.
"Brother, don't be like this. Ranran has been practicing his lessons well. I have already memorized the poem you asked me to recite."
"Now I am a very qualified lady from a wealthy family, and I am not so naughty anymore. When will my brother bring me a sister-in-law?"
Mo Ranran spoke in a mischievous manner, his words were so fanciful and incoherent.
In the end, I finally got down to business. The most important thing was that I wanted a sister-in-law.
After hearing this, Ruan Lanxin was slightly startled and couldn't help but imagine.
What kind of outstanding woman can be worthy of a man like this!
At this moment, Yi Jinyi, who was in the deep palace, suddenly sneezed while looking at the memorials.
"Ranran, stop messing around." Mo Jue gently rubbed his head with a doting look on his face.
It was as if there was a glow around him, and he looked incredibly gentle.
Ruan Lanxin looked at him in a daze. She had seen so many sides of him, but she had never thought that he could have such a gentle side.
"Ranran, remember to prepare your lessons well and don't be lazy. I will have the teacher keep a close eye on you. Don't think about other messy things."
At this moment, Mo Jue was giving instructions like an old father with earnest words.
"Okay! Brother, I'm not a child anymore. Of course I know all these things. Just don't worry." Mo Ranran rubbed his hand affectionately, her delicate and fair little face full of satisfaction.
After the Marquis' Mansion fell into decline, there were only two of them left in the huge mansion, and most of the time it was Mo Jue who took care of the people in front of him.
But in fact, only he knew that the two people were warming each other up.
night.
The moonlight shone quietly in front of the window, and the figure in front of the window spread out, with long hair draped over the shoulders as if a god had descended from heaven.
Taking advantage of the night, the white figure sneaked into the palace again and followed the example of others to visit the boudoir.
In a village far outside the capital, many people were holding swords, wearing black clothes, and had their faces covered so that their true identities could not be seen.
The aura around him was filled with murderous aura.