How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

"...You, calm down." Mo Rong'an grabbed his hands and let him lean on his legs.

“Sorry…” Song Wenjing looked away shyly. He really didn’t mean to bump into her (//?//).

Xiaolu snorted coldly, handed the things in his hand to the guard, knocked on the carriage door, and said, "Master, Master Mo, we are home."

"Ah."

Mo Rong'an got off the carriage first, then stood at the door and stretched out his hand. Song Wenjing looked at Mo Rong'an in surprise and gently placed his hand on Mo Rong'an's hand.

Xiaolu just watched him quietly as he carried the young master back to the room, and he suddenly felt heartbroken.

"Oh! Your young master is truly kind-hearted, caring so much about my young master."

He Lang was speechless. When did His Majesty become so proactive? The ladies in the palace had never seen His Majesty touch them.

Now, not only did he touch me, he also hugged me.

He Lang looked up at the sky. Could it be that the sky had changed? Or was he hallucinating?

"Your bedroom."

Song Wenjing whispered where his bedroom was and asked, "Sir, is this your reward?"

"Hmm?" Mo Rong'an couldn't keep up with his thoughts, and it took him a while to understand what he was saying.

He could have left first at that time, after all, this guy's servant was waiting nearby, but when he thought about the servant holding Song Wenjing, he felt a little uncomfortable.

He couldn't understand why this happened, so he just reached out and carried the man home.

"It's not a reward." Mo Rong'an said, "At that time, I didn't want your servant to carry you back."

Mo Rong'an's words were very straightforward, leaving no time for Song Wenjing to think.

So after Mo Rong'an finished speaking, Song Wenjing was completely stunned. "He won't carry me back because of his physical condition. He will help me to the bedroom."

Song Wenjing explained it in detail, and Mo Rongan just said "hmm" and said nothing more.

At night, Song Wenjing changed into a red dress. Looking at himself in the bronze mirror, Song Wenjing was a little hesitant.

"Xiaolu, do you think it's a little strange that I, your son, am wearing this kind of clothes?"

Xiaolu sat on the stool and yawned, "Sir, you've been trying for an hour, and you still haven't decided? This red dress is very nice, it sets off your fair skin."

"Your complexion has improved a lot, sir, let's take this one. You invited Mr. Mo to dinner, and it's almost time now."

He really didn't know why the young master would go to such lengths to dress up just for a meal. Young Master Mo wasn't a woman, so how could he possibly go to such great lengths?

"Well, okay then. Just wear the red one, otherwise he will be unhappy later." Song Wenjing tied the belt and turned around in front of the mirror a few times.

She put on the jade pendant on the table, fixed her hair, and asked, "Xiaolu, do you feel that your young master looks radiant today?"

"Yes, yes, sir, it's like a peacock spreading its tail." Xiaolu was completely exhausted. "Sir, you've asked this question many times."

the other side.

"He Lang, have you noticed that I don't have enough clothes?" Mo Rong'an tried on several pieces of clothes but still felt unsatisfied.

I always feel that these clothes cannot bring out my unique temperament.

He Lang looked at the clothes flying all over the place and said, "Sir, when you came here, you said you wanted to pack light. Why do you feel like you don't have enough clothes now?"

"You seem a little nervous?"

Mo Rong'an glanced at him and said nothing.

Although he felt it in his heart, he would not admit it. As long as he thought about the fact that he had just accidentally seen Song Wenjing changing clothes for a dinner party, he would not admit it.

He felt that he must also pay attention to it.

"Hahaha, isn't it just a meal? How could you be nervous? You are not nervous, but I am a little nervous." He Lang wiped the sweat from his head and closed his mouth.

"What do you think of this moon-white one?" Mo Rong'an asked.

Song Wenjing was wearing moon-white clothes today. He suddenly felt that clothes of this color were quite nice (′?｀*).

"Sir, I think moon white is also very beautiful. Today, Mr. Song is wearing a moon white dress."

"Well, but this red one..." After comparing them, he couldn't make up his mind again.

He Lang looked up at the ceiling, and there seemed to be a gust of wind on the ceiling, and the next second a red scarf fell down.

"Young Master, Young Master Song is wearing a red dress tonight." As a qualified subordinate, Young Master has made it clear many times, so I must make sure that Young Master gets the correct answer.

"Well, well done (′?｀*)." Mo Rong'an threw the moon-white clothes in his hand aside and went behind the screen to dress himself.

He doesn't like being waited on while he gets dressed.

……

The moonlight was bright. Song Wenjing sat at the table and handed a piece of meat to Mo Rong'an. "This dish is a specialty of Jiangnan. Try it and see if it suits your taste."

"Mr. Mo, how long do you plan to stay here? It just so happens that my health has almost recovered recently. How about I be your tour guide?"

"Tour guide?" The new word made Mo Rong'an stunned.

"It's just a guide. I grew up in Jiangnan, and I'm very familiar with some of the more interesting places. It would be a loss for Mr. Mo to let someone else lead the way and pay him money."

"You and I are good friends, so it's only natural that we should play the role of host."

When Xiaolu heard the young master say that he was almost well, he rolled his eyes. The young master was so strange now, so attentive.

He Lang looked at Mo Rong'an with a worried look on his face. This time he was not here just for sightseeing, but had a mission.

"That's troublesome. It's a good opportunity to experience the folk customs of Jiangnan." Mo Rong'an felt that it was rare to meet interesting people in his life, and it would be a pity if he refused.

Does this person really just want to make friends with me?

"No trouble, no trouble. I just want to go out more often." Song Wenjing was instantly excited when he heard his agreement.

He kept picking up food for Mo Rongan and said, "This dish is also delicious. Try it."

Mo Rongan responded with a smile: "Well, the officials here should be pretty good, right? Everyone on the street is happy and bustling."

He had long heard that the local official was a famous honest and upright official who hated evil people.

"This Mr. Ren is indeed a good person. He has handled many unjust cases since he came here, and the people now have the opportunity to seek redress for their grievances."

Because Mr. Ren was impartial and fair, and only cared about reason and not family affection, many people talked about his deeds, and Song Wenjing naturally knew about it.

"That's good."

After dinner, Mo Rong'an took Song Wenjing back home while he was distracted.