Male God, a Little Su

"Yo? This wedding is quite lively. Why did the nobles in Shengjing invite you all over the place, but only this princess was not invited?"

The woman bent down and walked out of the sedan chair. In just over a month, she had lost a lot of weight and looked even weaker and weaker.

The lips were painted with bright lip balm, but because they were too thin, the round cheeks were sunken, and now they looked a little more bitter.

"I have seen His Royal Highness the Princess."

"Princess, why are you here?"

Lan Qin frowned, and exchanged glances with Xiao Langjun.

"How can I not come? If I don't come, how will this good show start?"

Chang Le chuckled, with a stern face, "Come here, hit me!"

From behind her, a hundred and eighty guards rushed out, and when they saw a table, they kicked it up, and when they saw a chair, they kicked it.

Fierce, like bandits.

"Meng Changle! How dare you!"

There were also the prince and the imperial husband who were present, and it would be fine to let her order, but today she was indiscriminate and ruined the wedding scene of others.

With a tight grip in her hand, Su Yan's eyes were full of coldness.

"A Yan..."

Hearing Lan Huaixu's worried voice, Su Yan's heart ached. She patted his hand lightly, "I'm sorry."

After finally organizing a wedding for him, it was smashed in the end.

She missed it.

"I'm fine," Lan Huaixu shook his head, hearing the suppressed anger in Su Yan's tone, he opened his mouth and instructed softly, "You, be careful—"

"Um."

Su Yan nodded slightly, let go of Lan Huaixu, "Qingjiu, take care of him."

Then strode towards Meng Changle.

Meng Changle watched the ornate auditorium being torn down into a mess by himself, and the anger in his heart finally went away.

She turned her head when she heard footsteps, and saw Su Yan's expression was not good.

She snorted and said sarcastically, "How? I told you not to mess with me last time, just show me the antidote if you're sensible, or—"

"Then did I tell you not to mess with me? Don't be arrogant in front of me?"

Su Yan narrowed her eyes and smiled strangely.

"Actually, I just wanted to punish you a little bit. After this month passes, you will be fine. It's a pity, someone insists on dying..."

"You?" Meng Changle hesitated, "What else did you do to me?"

"It's nothing, I just want to remind you that I also put a cute little bug in the medicine that day."

She took out a small thumb-sized bottle from her waist and shook it in her hand.

Meng Changle was alert, "Is this the antidote?"

"Yes, do you want it?" Su Yan pursed her lips and raised her hand slightly.

"Give it to me—" she rushed over to grab it.

"Snapped……"

The next second, Su Yan let go of her hand, and the bottle shattered just as Meng Changle was about to touch it.

The inside was empty, and no one noticed that a puff of blue smoke floated out of the bottle in an instant, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Er—well you—"

What's the matter, why did she suddenly feel itchy all over her body.

Meng Changle stroked her own neck, only to find it difficult to even breathe.

Everyone looked at this scene and dared not step forward.

Just now, what did Miracle Doctor Su say to Princess Changle? And that broken bottle, there was obviously nothing in it.

Why did Princess Changle suddenly become——

At this moment, the person who was close took a bold look and suddenly screamed.

"My God, look at her hands!"

hand?

Meng Changle lowered his eyes belatedly, looking at his hand.

She traveled to this beautiful and glamorous body, and was very satisfied with every part of her, and spent a lot of energy on maintenance every day.