Male God, a Little Su

"The most fearful thing is that I can't ask for it-"

Song Chao raised his head for a long time and drank the wine in the cup. If he could ask for it, he would not be so concerned about it.

The woman left behind a purse and walked away with a bed full of messes.

I don't know how it is now.

Is she the prince's wife? But if it's true, if she loses her innocence, what will the prince do to her?

As long as he thought about it, Song Chaojiu's heart couldn't help tightening.

He knew that something was wrong with him, or he might have been thinking about it day and night, dreaming all night long, and the face of Su Yan was in his dreams.

So, although he hadn't seen it since the last time, Su Yan's beautiful little face seemed to be engraved in his mind, with a frown and a smile, every word he said to Song Chao for a long time. Remember clearly.

As time went by, not only did he not forget it, but he became more and more concerned about it.

He habitually rubbed his purse, could the princess be her?

Song Qinglan got the information he wanted, and he curled his lips and didn't ask any further.

His eyes stayed on the Epiphyllum on the purse for a few seconds. Who knows, the Prince's favorite is the Epiphyllum?

It would be interesting if two brothers fought over a woman.

He doesn't mind watching a good show.

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Su Yan just woke up, she slept for almost a day, and finally woke up a little.

He was sitting beside the bed, letting Zhe Liu wipe her hands.

This is what Song Guanzhi saw when he came in.

The woman's clothes were hung loosely on her body, and her collar was slightly open. The pink peach cheeks, after being moistened with water vapor, became more and more tender and delicate.

A black silk hangs behind him, and because it is too long, a long section hangs beside the bed.

"Your Highness."

Hearing the footsteps, Zhe Liu hurriedly lowered his eyes and knelt down to salute.

"Go down."

He took the handkerchief from Zhe Liu's hand, his voice was light, and he couldn't hear his emotions.

Su Yan lazily lifted her eyes and squinted at him, then closed them sleepily.

Seeing her appearance, Song Guanzhi chuckled lightly, "You look like this, how can you see that you have been so resolute in the past——" As soon as he said the words, he suddenly regretted it.

Looking up at Su Yan, she saw that her eyes didn't even tremble, as if she didn't care at all.

He laughed at himself and took her hands to wipe them clean one by one.

"There is a banquet in the front yard, and a famous dancer in the capital is invited. Do you want to join in the fun?"

Su Yan withdrew her hand, showing no interest at all.

"Don't go."

"What do you want to wear?"

As if he didn't hear her rejection, Song Guanzhi took out the newly made red woven gold dress from the closet, "Wear this, they all want to see what the princess looks like."

"Aren't you afraid that I will embarrass you?" Su Yan leaned against the bed to watch him busy with a smile.

Raise your hands and feet from time to time.

Anyway, she's like a doll, she doesn't have the ability to walk yet.

She has to stay in bed for at least half a year before trying to walk on the ground.

"I never thought of marrying a daughter from an aristocratic family, an orphan woman, and the honor she deserves will naturally be given by me."

He crouched down and put the embroidered shoes on for her.

It is also a red embroidered shoe with a huge oriental pearl on the toe.

Dressed neatly, Song Guanzhi carried her to the dressing table again.

There used to be nothing on Su Yan's dresser, but now it is full of boxes of jewelry. Let Song Guanzhi pick and choose in the box, Su Yan looked into the mercury mirror. She was dressed in red, her cheeks were pink, and her eyes were shining.

Compared to when he first arrived at this body, now it seems to be fully grown and ripe, like a peach.