Male God, a Little Su

She sighed lightly and said with a wicked smile: "What do you think should be done? Oh, at that time, not to mention that the second prince will not be able to spare you. Even a letter of divorce will put you back, I am afraid that the Prime Minister's Mansion will not be able to. Want you?"

When Wang Yanwan married Song Chaojiu, it meant that the Prime Minister's House and Song Chaojiu were already tied to the same boat.

After the Song Dynasty has been established for a long time, then Wang Yanwan is the queen above and above, and her brothers, uncles and nephews are not a problem. But if you lose, it will be a river of blood, and there will be countless bones!

Almost as soon as Su Yan said a word, Wang Yanwan shook.

By the time Su Yan finished speaking, Wang Yanwan had already thumped and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

At this time, her embarrassed appearance overlapped with Su Yan's memory of the high-rise appearance in Chinese clothes.

Su Yan smiled even more cheerfully, it was so bad that it tickles her teeth.

"You deliberately?!"

Wang Yanwan reacted, she raised her head to meet Su Yan's eyes, looked at each other, and understood everything.

But it's too late.

Su Yan slowly picked up the tea cup and poured it on her dress.

Wang Yanwan screamed, "What are you going to do?!"

Su Yan raised her hand and scratched her hair. She hooked her lips towards Wang Yanwan, but her eyes drooped down. With a slight blink of her eyelids, a tear dripped from her eyes.

She sighed and muttered in a voice that only she could hear: I haven't acted in a long time, and I'm still not used to it.

When he raised his eyes, his eyelashes were wet and his shoulders trembled.

Xu Xuchao Wang Yanwan showed a sad but beautiful smile, and whispered lazily: "Today, my sister taught you how to be a man, do you know how to attract men's sympathy? Your little tricks are not enough—"

As soon as the voice fell, a group of people broke in.

The people who followed made Wang Yanwan dizzy.

The leader is wearing a wide robe and big sleeves. In such a cold day, the corners of the eaves are still falling into the water. His black hair and eyelashes were soaked with water vapor, apparently in a hurry.

The light of the sky outside fell on his white robe, shimmering with a shimmer, like an immortal.

Wang Yanwan twitched her lips and looked up, only to see that the jade carving's chin was slightly raised, and her pale lips were lightly opened.

The words that were as cold as a knife escaped from the mouth.

"No one has ever dared to move someone who is alone to protect."

He walked in a mess, as if walking on the clouds, and walked towards Su Yan step by step.

Then she saw Su Yan's dark and thick eyelashes blink, and a crystal tear fell.

She snuggled into His Royal Highness's arms obediently, and her plain white hand wrinkled His Highness' clothes.

In an instant, Wang Yanwan was out of place, and a strong jealousy surged in her heart.

How many noble ladies in Dijing wanted to snuggle into the arms of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, wrinkle the front of his clothes, and then wet his snow-white robe with tears.

This person in front of me, is how many noble women's dreams are out of reach?

"You know it's wrong?"

The man's voice was very nice, as if the breeze was blowing, he raised the woman's pointed chin and asked without emotion.

Crystal tears swept across her cheeks all the way, converging into a pool at the jawline.

She didn't answer, her eyes were filled with mist, and her eyes were like rain.

Wang Yanwan looked at her and felt that she was really charming. If she was a man, she would naturally feel pity.

"Wang Yanwan!"

A roar came from behind, Wang Yanwan turned her head in panic, grabbed Song Chaojiu's robe in a panic, "Your Highness, don't believe her! This woman is a liar! She is going to destroy us! Everything today is guided by her. A play by himself."