Male God, a Little Su

In the dream, she laughed, and when she woke up, she was faced with this stinky and unpleasant environment, and her crippled body that couldn't move anywhere except her eyes.

The second year after the new emperor ascended the throne.

The imprisoned fourth prince was suddenly invited to the palace by the new emperor. Song Qinglan seemed to be doing well.

"The sinners meet the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live-"

"Get up."

It was a voice full of exhaustion. After Song Qinglan thanked her, she stood up. Out of the corner of the eye, she glanced at the man sitting on the dragon chair, and suddenly cried out in shock.

"Brother, you—your hair—"

He was only in his twenties, but his hair was full of splendor, and the tiredness between his eyebrows could not be concealed.

Song Qinglan couldn't help thinking of Song Guanzhi at the beginning, with black hair like a crow's feather, a temperament like a fairy, and a face that didn't look like a mortal, so that people didn't even have the courage to look at him.

How long has it been since he was so old?

In fact, it is not his facial features that are aging, but the soul hidden under his skin.

It smells of decay from the inside.

"I'm ugly now, aren't I?"

Song Guanzhi never talked to others, but when he saw Song Qinglan today, he suddenly felt the urge to talk.

"No, no... The sinner was just surprised..."

"Don't say that, just walk with me."

Song Qinglan nodded in agreement. He was imprisoned in the mansion for two years, and when he saw this majestic imperial city again, he felt a bit of a world apart.

He followed behind Song Guanzhi and walked aimlessly along the long veranda.

The palace servants were all screened out, and there were only the two of them around.

Song Qinglan's eyes always seemed to fall on his white hair, and his heart clucked. Can love really hurt people so far?

But his royal brother has always been introverted. Even when he brought his short-lived royal sister-in-law to the banquet, Song Qinglan did not see any unnecessary waves in his eyes.

But now, Song Qinglan only smiled bitterly.

In addition to fear, he admires this imperial brother.

After walking silently for a quarter of an hour, the man in front suddenly stopped by the lake.

There is a row of peach blossom trees planted by the lake, and the pink and white words are adorned on the branches, which is extraordinarily charming.

"The flowers are blooming, it's spring again—"

Song Guanzhi murmured, and suddenly he couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Brother Huang! Are you alright?" Song Qinglan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly supported him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little bit of red in his palm, blooming like a plum blossom.

Song Qinglan's eyes suddenly seemed to be stung by a bee, she quickly retracted her gaze, and fell to her knees.

"Criminal—"

"nothing."

Song Guanzhi waved his hand to get him up. He took out the handkerchief and wiped off the blood on his hands without hesitation. He had been wearing the purse around his waist for several years, and it contained the things he took as his life.

"Brother Huang, you are like this... Have you seen the imperial doctor?" Song Qinglan opened her mouth, realizing something in her heart.

"Why do you want to see her?" Song Guanzhi laughed hoarsely, his hand unconsciously rubbing his purse, "I've wanted to see her for a long time, but she's cruel and never came to my dreams."

The wind blows, and the air exudes the scent of grass and flowers.

The man's voice seemed to come from a long distance.

"I made a lot of mistakes. I was arrogant at the time and never put anyone in my eyes. Mingming fell in love with her early, but from the moment I met her eyes, I asked her to seduce Song Chaojiu. cough……"