Marrying a concubine to seduce him and lure him into the game

This person is consistent with what Yuner described, and it is Mo Yi.

Su Rao handed over the food box.

Mo Yi did not respond: "You want me to help you deliver it? That's too cowardly. With your guts, you still want to seduce the prince? I advise you to go back as soon as possible."

"It's just for you. It's Yangzhou pastry." Su Rao said.

Mo was stunned.

For me?

This was the first time he had seen this trick.

Su Rao deeply remembered that the gentle and elegant Shen Jinghong had an inseparable affection for Yangzhou desserts.

Whenever he mentioned those things, his eyes would always inadvertently reveal longing.

For this purpose, she went to Yangzhou specifically to learn how to make desserts that would please Shen Jinghong.

In the dessert shop, Su Rao is as diligent as a bee. She follows the master chef day and night to learn skills. From the careful selection of ingredients to the subtle control of the heat, she strives for perfection in every step.

Finally, her efforts won the appreciation of the master craftsman, who praised her skills for reaching a high level and almost wanted to take her as his last disciple.

However, when he learned that she was the wife of the Prime Minister of the court.

The master could only shake his head and smile bitterly, helplessly giving up this obsession.

Looking back on the past, Su Rao felt that she was too naive for trying to please Shen Jinghong.

But fortunately, this experience allowed her to truly master the art of dessert making.

Later, Su Rao heard that Mo Yi came from Yangzhou, and she had an idea and decided to cook for him herself.

I used the skills I learned to carefully make a box of snacks, each of which carries memories of the past and expectations for the future.

When Mo Yi slowly opened the carved wooden box, a familiar fragrance instantly brought him back to his distant and warm hometown.

His eyes softened at that moment, and he took a light bite, and his taste buds seemed to be gently awakened.

"How does it feel?"

Su Rao asked with a smile, anticipation flashing in her eyes.

Mo Yi's answer seemed a little distant: "It's just so-so."

However, before he finished speaking, the movements of his hands betrayed his true thoughts.

Piece after piece of exquisite dessert disappeared between his lips and teeth.

Su Rao caught the subtle change in the corners of his mouth, and her smile blossomed even more brightly, with a cunning light flashing in her eyes.

"Are you trying to cheer me up?"

Mo Yi looked at her with a little confusion, looking her up and down, as if trying to find the answer from her expression.

"You are a favorite of the prince, and it will do me no harm to please you."

Su Rao's answer was so frank and direct that even the usually calm Mo Yi was slightly stunned.

"But there's nothing I can actually do for you."

Mo Yi stated his position seriously.

Time passed quietly and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Suddenly, Mo Yi frowned, with a hint of confusion in his tone: "Did you use any special spices? Something is wrong."

Su Rao's heart trembled, and she quickly took out the sachet she carried with her from her bosom, her heart full of doubts.

"Is there something wrong with this sachet?"

There was a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Mo Yi's brows were tightly knitted, his expression was extremely serious: "Your Majesty hates this kind of fragrance the most, throw it away immediately."

His words were firm and there was no joking in them.

Su Rao felt a little scared and quickly put away the sachet.

I secretly thanked my luck for discovering this small mistake early which almost angered the prince.

She quickly straightened her clothes, trying to make herself inconspicuous, and asked softly, "Where is the prince now?"

"The prince is sitting in meditation in the Buddhist temple. Although he has not yet been ordained as a monk, his temperament is not much different from that of a real monk. Even if you are extremely beautiful, you are nothing but a piece of floating cloud in his eyes. Don't waste your efforts."

There was a hint of teasing in Mo Yi's words, as well as some persuasion.

Upon hearing this, Su Rao gave a bitter smile with mixed emotions, including helplessness and persistence.

"Thanks for your reminder, Mo Yi, but this time I am determined to meet him."

She felt mixed emotions, a mixture of uneasiness and a hint of determination that was unknown to others.

"Well, then you must move lightly. The prince prefers tranquility and cannot tolerate any noise."

He whispered the instructions, with a barely perceptible awe in his eyes.

Su Rao slowly stepped into the Buddhist temple, almost instantly.

I was tightly wrapped in the elegant sandalwood scent that permeated the air, like lingering morning mist.

The fragrance seems to have some kind of magic that makes people's minds calm down unconsciously.

The door was half-open, letting in a ray of sunlight, and she moved lightly.

As if afraid of disturbing every molecule in the air, he cautiously stuck his head into the room.

This action is like peeking into an unknown secret garden, which makes people feel nervous and excited.

At a glance, above the Buddhist altar.

A figure in a black robe sat quietly, reciting ancient scriptures.

That figure was as solid as a mountain, unmoved by the wind and rain from the outside world.

Su Rao's gaze froze involuntarily, and her heartstrings were quietly plucked.

That man, beneath his black robe, exuded an inviolable dignity.

Her long hair flows like the night, simply tied up with a thin rope, with a sense of unruliness and otherworldliness in her casualness.

He has an extraordinarily handsome face, a high nose bridge, and deep eyes.

The strong lines contain a kind of otherworldly tranquility, just like a white lotus quietly blooming on the top of the snowy mountain, which makes people dare not easily desecrate it, and even more reluctant to look away.

The casual clothes draped lightly on the shoulders inadvertently revealed the strong and elegant muscle contours, which was very imaginative.

An unprecedented impulse suddenly arose in Su Rao's heart.

She wanted to tear apart the coldness and arrogance surrounding him with her own hands and pull this man who seemed not to belong to this human world into the mortal world.

Let him experience the complicated emotions and desires of the world, and taste the ups and downs of life.

Just as her thoughts were in a state of confusion, the man reciting the scriptures suddenly opened his eyes.

Two deep and ocean-like gazes shot straight at her, calm and sharp, as if they could penetrate people's hearts, but without the slightest warmth in their hearts.

Su Rao was stunned for a moment, with a thousand words in her heart.

His face showed an extraordinary calmness.

He silently picked up the scripture in his hand and pretended to read it, but in fact, his heart was already in turmoil.

For Su Rao, reading is her greatest love, even the obscure Buddhist scriptures.

There is also a unique sense of Zen in her eyes, revealing the dual charm of life and philosophy.

Her calm demeanor inadvertently caught Prince Yi's attention.

This made him secretly evaluate in his heart that this woman seemed to be no simple person and was very different from those mediocre people.

The sun gradually sank to the west, and the last ray of afterglow shone obliquely on the floor of the Buddhist hall.

Su Rao then slowly stood up and prepared to leave.

Prince Yi's gaze followed her again inadvertently, and he wondered in his heart, did she really leave like this?

At this moment, Su Rao's steps suddenly became unstable and she lost her balance.