After the divorce, I wanted to give up, but the Prime Minister took me into his arms in the street

Wei Ruoming was a little surprised. In the past, Ling Mo would dress in bright red or purple every day to attract attention. Although it did look good, it always felt too flashy. Unlike the way she dressed today, it was actually eye-catching.

"Prince Wei, is this how you receive guests?" Ling Mo replied calmly without any ripples.

Wei Ruoming came to his senses and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Whenever the two met in the past, they would inevitably exchange some sharp words, but what happened to him today?

Ling Mohui calmly got off the carriage and walked straight up the mountain. The flowers all over the mountain came into view, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Although Wei Ruoming and the original owner disliked each other, they had one thing in common, that is, although they were both cynical, they were not hypocritical or pretentious.

In the book, the original owner committed suicide, but her body was accidentally discovered by Wei Ruoming. It was he who ordered a grand funeral for the original owner and erected a tombstone for her.

I'm afraid even the original owner had never expected that the man who would accompany her through the last journey of her life would be the man she hated the most.

"Prince, why are you in a daze? Are you attracted to her? She is the wife of the Prime Minister!" someone joked.

"Nonsense! If I, Wei Ruoming, really like her, then I'm blind!" Wei Ruoming retorted awkwardly, completely unaware of the cold figure walking behind him.

Ling Mohui had just sat down when she saw Fu Yansheng and his two friends walking along the mountain road. These three were famous young talents in the capital, and countless daughters of wealthy families were fascinated by them.

As soon as the three of them showed up, they attracted the attention of many women, some of whom even approached them and struck up a conversation with them.

The original owner was extremely disgusted with the beautiful women around Fu Yansheng. Whenever she saw such a scene, she would go there in person to assert her sovereignty, and after returning home she would not forget to throw things to vent her anger.

However, despite all her precautions, it was her own sister who ultimately took her man away.

Ling Mohui just glanced at it indifferently, then focused on admiring the freshly blooming peach blossoms on the table.

Seeing that Ling Mohui remained indifferent, the ladies swarmed towards her even more recklessly.

"These people are so tactless that they are almost sticking to the young lady's face!" Mo Hua was indignant and stomped his feet, ready to go up to save face for his master.

"Son-in-law, the girl has reserved a seat for you. Please follow me." Mo Hua smiled, but her tone was clearly full of gritted teeth.

Fu Yansheng looked at Ling Mohui, only to see that she was concentrating on appreciating the flowers. Her bright face was even more charming than the blooming peach blossoms.

Ling Mohui's performance today seemed a little different from usual.

"No need." Fu Yansheng responded indifferently and turned to walk towards a banquet table next to him.

Mo Hua retreated angrily, gnashing his teeth secretly.

Ling Mo couldn't help laughing: "See if you will meddle in other people's business next time."

Mo Hua curled her lips, looking dissatisfied: "Miss, your husband is giving you a cold shoulder, and you still have the mood to smile?"

Why can't she laugh? She had no expectations for Fu Yansheng, so without expectations, there was no disappointment.

Ling Mohui raised her cup leisurely and tasted the scented tea.

At this time, Wei Ruoming and a group of people stormed into the banquet in a menacing manner.

"Hey! Ling Mohui, do you have the courage to fight me?" Wei Ruoming wanted to start a dispute as soon as he saw Ling Mohui.

"What do you want to compete in?" Ling Mo put down the teacup. At this moment, she looked a little more lazy and less aggressive than before.

"In an archery competition, we play best-of-five. If you lose, you have to offer tea to the other party. Do you dare?" Wei Ruoming raised his chin and stared at her with contempt.

The original owner was a guy who couldn't stand provocation. He would always fight, but always lose.

Ling Mohui glanced at him and pouted, "How childish! I won't play with you!"

Wei Ruoming obviously didn't expect Ling Mohui to have such a reaction and was stunned.

"Hey, Ling Mohui, are you afraid of losing and don't dare to compete with me?" Wei Ruoming raised his eyebrows and challenged.

Ling Mo held her chin up and said leisurely, "You can think whatever you want. You are a grown man, but you have to compete with a weak woman. Even if you win, don't you feel ashamed?"

"You..." Wei Ruoming was speechless for a moment. When did Ling Mo become so calm?

Could it be that she is possessed by some spirit?

"Come on, let's retreat!" Wei Ruoming led his men away, feeling indescribable discomfort in his heart.

One group followed Wei Ruoming to practice archery, another group surrounded Fu Yansheng and others to recite poems and compose couplets, and the rest gathered together to play Xianghe cards.

Ling Mohui didn't want to run into Wei Ruoming, nor did she want Fu Yansheng to think that she was deliberately getting close to attract attention, so she joined the Xianghe team.

The original owner was not interested in this stuff and seldom hung out with these ladies.

When these ladies saw Ling Mohui joining them, they were a little nervous at first. After all, Ling Mohui's "bad reputation" had already spread far and wide, and they were afraid of getting into trouble.

Not long after, Ling Mohui squeezed to the front of the card table.

She understood the rules of Xianghe cards after just observing two rounds of games. Isn't it the ancestor of modern playing cards?

"Um, can I get involved?" Ling Mo replied, feeling itchy. She didn't expect that people in ancient times also loved to play poker. It was like she had found a like-minded person!

Yuan Fangfang on the other side was stunned for a moment: "Ling Mo is back? You want to play too?"

The dandies in the capital are basically divided into two major camps: Ling Mohui and Wei Ruoming, while Yuan Fangfang is a unique faction, belonging to the type that loves eating, drinking and having fun.

Ling Mohui nodded.

Yuan Fangfang waved her hand generously: "Okay, come on!"

In her previous life, Ling Mo's only hobby, apart from being obsessed with medicine, was playing cards. This kind of small auspicious cards was a piece of cake for her.

"Three with one!" "Straight!" "Four with two!"... It's done! Yuan Fangfang was dumbfounded: "This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! Let's try again!"

However, after several rounds, Yuan Fangfang still failed to win a single game.

"Okay, take out the money!" Yuan Fangfang pouted and reluctantly asked the maid to hand over the silver.

Compared to the bustling atmosphere at Ling Mohui's place, Fu Yansheng's place seemed much quieter. Even his good friend Yuan Jiacheng went to watch his sister Yuan Fangfang and Ling Mohui play cards.

Fu Yansheng's eyes fell on the center of the crowd, his fingers tapping the chessboard gently, and Ling Mo's eyes were shining brightly at this moment. She had a smile in her eyes, and her every move was cunning, making people unpredictable.

"Brother Fu? Brother Fu?" Zou Boyuan on the opposite side looked at him with confusion.

Fu Yansheng came back to his senses and re-examined the chess game.

"Brother Fu, it's your turn." Zou Boyuan reminded.

Fu Yansheng had just found his train of thought and was about to make a move when he saw Wei Ruoming rushing towards him aggressively.

"Ling Mohui! I asked you to compete with me but you didn't come. Instead you are playing cards here!" Wei Ruoming shouted as he walked.

Everyone subconsciously made way for the big devil.

Ling Mohui had just put away the silver she won when she saw Wei Ruoming slap his palm on the table and stared at her arrogantly: "Ling Mohui, if you have the guts, play with me!"

Just like a little kid!

Yuan Fangfang next to him kindly reminded: "Ling Mohui is very lucky today, would you like to reconsider it, Prince?"

"Tsk! Would I be afraid of her?" Wei Ruoming looked disdainful.