Male God, a Little Su

"Why help me? How can I trust you?"

"I knew you would ask this question. Since the second brother can ask this sentence, it is thoughtful. This, my uncle ordered me to bring it." He took out a token and put it in front of Song Chaojiu, "I Naturally, I have thought about that position, but I have to admit that I am not as good as you over the years."

He put down the token and walked out slowly.

"By the way, I have another news here. Last night, the father had an emergency, and half of the imperial hospital was called to check it in the middle of the night. You say, how much time do we have?"

Song Chaojiu froze all over, and Song Qinglan's figure had long since disappeared.

The alcohol on his body was blown away by the wind, and there was a layer of cold sweat on his back. When the wind blew, he shivered firmly.

Song Chao rubbed the token in his hand for a long time, and the light in his eyes became a little stronger.

Want to do it?

*

The next day, news of the emperor's serious illness came out, and he ordered the crown prince to supervise the country.

The spring is cold and cold, and it is warm and cold.

Su Yan was lying on the bed all day, unwilling to get off. At this time, she rubbed her waist and sighed silently as if the black silk was scattered on the bed by splashing ink on her head.

[Hey, no, no, no, no, no, I'm getting old, and if I continue to toss, my body will fall apart. 】

With a ding sound, the system is online.

04: [Really? I thought you would like it very much, the host. 】

Su Yan: [Sigh, I like it, but, it has to have a degree of everything, you know? 】

04 Before he could answer, Su Yan had already spoken again, [Oh yes, you are the system, you really don't understand. 】

04: […]

He shouldn't be online, and now the host is getting more and more limitless.

Su Yan rolled around with the pillow in her arms. There was still a circle of red marks on her wrist. When she turned up her sleeves, she could see dense hickeys. While making the scalp numb, one would also think, how possessive should this person be?

Zhe Liu walked in and saw this scene and couldn't help but smile.

"It's rare to see you so childish, do you want to go out for a walk?"

Su Yan shook her head, "No, I'd rather hear what's going on in Beijing recently."

Zhe Liu: "...do you have to listen?"

Seeing Su Yan nodded, she sighed helplessly.

"It's windy today, so don't go out. Get up and eat something first. I'll tell you what you want to know later."

What Su Yan wanted to know was definitely not some kind of Dong's parent, Li Jiajian.

What she wanted to know was how Song Chaojiu was doing now.

Su Yan didn't want to kill him, but more wanted to make his life worse than death.

*

The emperor's body is not day by day. The wedding originally scheduled for February was held in late January.

It was very sudden, but it can also be attributed to the emperor's health getting worse and worse, and he wanted to use his joy to beat his bad luck, and by the way, he saw his son get married.

Su Yan sat in front of the dressing table, looked at herself with delicate makeup in the mirror, raised her hand and touched the huge pearl on the phoenix crown, "Is this married?"

There are also some unreal feelings.

Zhe Liu nodded, and there was a bit of sincerity in his smile.

"Yeah, it's actually quite good. Don't say anything, if you can... Maybe you can try to accept His Highness."

This will be much better.

Hearing this, Su Yan showed a charming smile and nodded, "Okay!"

"I want to take it seriously."

A clear voice suddenly came, and before Su Rou turned around, he heard him kneeling on the ground around him and shouted to see His Royal Highness the Prince.

Someone hugged her from behind, chin resting on her shoulder, and looked her in the mirror.

The two eyes met.