Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

Rong Mo stood up and gathered his robe. Bai Tuanzi quickly put away the virtual screen, picked up his sleeves and climbed onto his shoulders, "Master, what are you going to do?"

"Get out of the house and give the third prince some courage."

Rong Mo left the house without any attendants and walked alone through the crowded streets.

He was wearing a crescent light-colored brocade robe and a fox fur cloak. His little face was huddled in the down, making him look dignified and well-behaved.

This kind of dress is very eye-catching in the crowd. Although the winter months are approaching, no one is wearing furs to go to the market.

Rong Mo rubbed his slightly stiff hands and walked straight towards the gambling house, ignoring the strange looks from the crowd.

Ruyi Fang is an inconspicuous gambling house in the capital. You can listen to music and drink tea on the first floor, while the second floor is a gambling house. The casino is opened in the evening.

The reason why Rong Mo came here was naturally not to win money, and the owner behind the scenes was the Third Prince.

There was no one in Ruyifang during the day, only a few in twos and threes listening to music. The waiter was cleaning the table at the door, and an aristocratic young man walked towards him.

The young man had red lips and white teeth, and was so beautiful that he couldn't tell the difference between male and female. If it weren't for the noble clothes, he would have thought that a young lady from some family had gone out on the street.

"Second floor, Accord." Rong Mo casually threw a piece of silver to the boy.

Only then did the boy come back to his senses. He nodded and bowed to greet him, "Hey, I have seen the Prince Consort before."

In the past, when they saw Rong Mo, they would call him "young master Rong" without having to salute him. But now it is different. Young master Rong has become a relative of the emperor. Regardless of the rumors or the princess, they must treat him with respect when they see him.

Rong Mo nodded and said calmly, "Get up."

I followed the boy to the second floor. The boy led the way, glancing back from time to time.

"Don't look, I'm the only one here."

"Huh?", the young man was stunned for a moment and looked away in surprise. When Young Master Rong was still in the General's Mansion, he had to be accompanied by maids and attendants when he went out.

Why did he become a prince-in-law and not have anyone around him to help him?

Could it be that the rumors are true?

The boy curled his lips and looked at Rong Mo with a hint of sympathy.

This is exactly what Rong Mo wants. He came out today to portray himself as a neglected and pitiable image.

"Prince-in-law, when Ya Ge arrives, do you want to have a meal or listen to music?"

"I want to be the boss"

"This...", the boy opened his lips, "The gambling shop will only open during the holidays."

Rong Mo frowned when he heard this, "Isn't there any market open now?"

"Prince-in-law, please don't embarrass me. There are no gambling houses in the entire capital that are open during the day."

The boy looked embarrassed, fearing that Rong Mo would move away if he couldn't serve him well.

"Tsk, I am not an unreasonable person. Why don't you bring me four jars of wine and I can wait until Youshi?"

The young man said quickly and flatteringly: "Okay, it's all according to the prince-in-law."

"Go, go, don't make me wait too long." Rong Mo waved his hand impatiently.

"Host, there are still two hours before Youshi. How much wine do you plan to drink here?" Bai Tuanzi had a psychological shadow on Rong Mo's drinking capacity.

Every time Rong Mo drinks too much, something bad will happen. The most important thing is that it will make him angry. Bai Tuanzi said with a bitter face, "How about we leave first? We will come when the gambling house opens."

Rong Mo sat on the Taishi chair, his whole body submerged in the cloak, almost invisible, but even so he was not much warmer.

Seeing the winter moon, the weather is getting colder and colder. He is still afraid of the cold. He usually has to rely on Xiu Jin to warm him up to feel warm. As he sits here, the cold air is pouring out from the inside out.

"Why don't you go? The bet at night was money, but now the bet is people."

You can gamble at any time with money, but that's not necessarily the case with people. He has to seize the opportunity.

After a while, the waiter brought four jars of wine and Rongmo ordered a few more dishes and drank alone.

The rice wine is fragrant and has great stamina. After a few bowls, the whole body is on fire, and the little face is covered with a thin powder.

When the third prince heard that Rong Mo was coming to Ruyifang, he hurried over quickly. When he opened the door, he saw the cute little face in the snow-white fox fur coat was slightly red.

Seeing him come in, he blinked in confusion, then stood up and staggered. He quickly supported the person, touched the hot temperature, and paused slightly with his fingertips.

"Third, Third Prince, why are you here?" Rong Mo pretended to be drunk, took a step back and fell back on the Grand Master's chair.

"Brother Rong, how come you drink alone to drown your sorrows?"

The third prince didn't answer the question, pulled the chair next to Rong Mo and sat down gracefully.

"How can I drink away my worries?" Rong Mo half-opened his red lips and took another sip from the wine jar. This sip was a bit too much.

Choking, he grabbed the armrest and coughed violently, with water in his eyes. The third prince stood up and took the wine in his hand.

"What are you doing? Give it back to me!" Rong Mo glared at the person dissatisfied and stretched out his hand.

The third prince's throat felt tight when he looked at his delicate appearance. If it weren't for his height, it would be easy for people to mistake the young master for a woman, especially when he was drunk and showed off his flirtatious appearance. People never forget what they see.

"Isn't it difficult to be Anping's consort?" The third prince grabbed the wine jar that Rong Mo drank from, raised his head and took a sip, then put it on the table and looked down at Rong Mo, "Anping has a weird temper, and the young master is free and easy. It’s normal if you’re used to it and you can’t stand it.”

Rong Mo seemed to have been poked at the center of things, with a warm look in his eyes, "Don't mention that woman, she is just a woman in Gao Ao! How can a man live in heaven and earth and live in depression for a long time?"

Listening to these words, Young Master Rong has suffered a lot at the hands of his sixth sister.

Thinking about it, Anping and Rong Mo have never met before and have no feelings at all. How could the arrogant princess fall in love with the romantic young master Rong.

The two of them were probably disgusted by the sight. Now there was not even a single attendant around the young master. It seemed that he had sneaked out while the sixth sister entered the palace.

"Young Master, do you want to get out of this predicament?" The third prince looked like he had a chance to win, "As long as Young Master wants to, I can help you."

"You?" Rong Mo's eyes wandered and he curled his lips disdainfully, "What's the difference between you and me?"

"..."

The third prince's eyes trembled fiercely and he smiled bitterly: "Young Master is really smart."

"Oh, don't flatter me." Rong Mo tilted his head and hid half of his face in the fox fur, "My Rong family has guarded the border for An Ming for generations, but I, Rong Mo, am a mediocre person. I am smart and stupid. , no different”

He looked at the third prince blankly and murmured: "It's not different..."

The third prince suddenly fell silent. Looking at Rong Mo who seemed to be crying but not crying, something felt strange in his heart. He could no longer tell whether it was for use or some other unknown emotion.

He saw his own shadow in Rong Mo. During the more than ten years of living in the palace, he had ambitions but failed.

Rong Mo, on the other hand, has talent but cannot use it, so he can only become a victim of machinations.

There is really no difference between them. They all succeed or die, and there is only one way out.

"Young master, don't belittle yourself. Since you are fighting a trapped beast, why not try to open the cage."

"You know clearly..." Rong Mo lowered his head, covering the tears in his eyes, "You know you can't do anything..."

The third prince pinched Rong Mo's shoulders and looked into his reddish eyes. There was desire and ambition that could not be hidden in his eyes. "There is nothing you can do or cannot do in this world. It just depends on what brother Rong Mo has in mind or not."

"..."

Rong Mo stared blankly at the third prince for a long time, "I will never be able to succeed in the Rong family."

Then the Rong family will be destroyed. The third prince has murderous intention in his heart. Rong Guang is so stupid and loyal that he will never let Rong Mo stand on his side. Without Rong Guang, the second son of the Rong family is no match for young master Rong.

The third prince gave a sinister smile and said, "Young Master, just do as I say, and I will definitely make you the best among men."

"You...if you lie to me, I will die with you." Rong Mo pulled the third prince's collar, showing a trace of determination in his drunken state.

"We are all people standing on the edge of the cliff." The third prince held Rong Mo's wrist and felt the delicateness in his palm. He narrowed his eyes. Today, the young master has become his.

The two held each other's handle, both prospered and suffered losses.

"Hmph, when I become successful and famous, I will repay those who humiliate me twice as much!" Rong Mo let go of the third prince's clothes, pulled his hand back, and picked up another jar of wine.

The third prince called his attendants and whispered something in someone's ear.

Rong Mo looked drowsy on the surface, but in fact Shang Bai Tuanzi was monitoring every move in the room.

Unitary time

The third prince deliberately lost a lot of money to Rong Mo in order to show his solicitation.

When Rong Mo once made a lot of money, the third prince shook his head and sighed, "Young Master is very lucky today. I feel envious just looking at him."

"The so-called gains and losses must be because I have lost too much recently, which is why I am so lucky today." The corners of Rong Mo's lips almost reached to his ears. He looked like a little money fan, "I still want to thank you." Third Prince, I will be lucky once you come."

The third prince laughed heartily. He came in empty-handed one night. When he went back, the third prince called a carriage to take him back.

When Xiu Jin returned home, she got the news that Rong Mo had gone to the gambling house. Seeing that it was getting late and no one came back, she hesitated whether to go out of the house to look for him.

"Princess, disciple... Ahem, the prince-in-law got into the carriage of the third prince. He is on his way back now." Huang Ying reported back, standing beside Xiu Jin with her arms folded.

It was so dangerous, I was so used to calling him a disciple behind my back that I almost blurted it out.

On the Third Prince's carriage?

Xiu Jin raised his eyebrows imperceptibly. He probably guessed that his wife was about to cause trouble, but he was still angry just thinking about getting into someone else's carriage.

The carriage rolled to a stop at the princess mansion.

Rong Mo walked carelessly and was helped down. Standing on the ground, he did not forget to wave to the third prince, "Thank you, Your Highness, for seeing me off. See you later..."

The third prince inside the curtain responded to Rong Mo with a smile, and then waved his hand to signal the coachman to leave.

Until the carriage left his sight and the box beside him was carried away by the servants of the princess's palace, Rong Mo turned around and there was no hint of drunkenness in his eyes.

The door behind him closed, and he ran into the warm embrace. A slightly dissatisfied voice sounded in his ears, "Did you drink? Or did you drink with another man?"

Rong Mo opened his eyes helplessly and raised his head from Xiu Jin's arms, "I'm not drunk."