Male God, a Little Su

In this way, Song Qinglan became the emperor.

In the dark of night, a carriage quietly drove out of the gate of the palace and headed towards the south.

Jiangnan.

The blue waves are rippling, the sun shines on the lake, and the broken gold generally exudes sparkling waves.

Drunken House.

A newly established restaurant in the past two years, once it came out, attracted countless talents and nobles in Jiangnan. The owner of this restaurant, they have never met, they only know that it is a woman. The woman seemed to have limited mobility. Occasionally, when the weather was good, she would go out for a walk, mostly in a wheelchair.

There were also people who made troubles, but they couldn't get up in a blink of an eye.

Later, there was no way to ask for help, and he asked Zuixianlou's head again. After kowtowing and apologizing, he was completely healed the next day.

Only then did everyone know that the boss behind this restaurant is a person with great ability.

That's right, otherwise, a female class, who has no ability to protect themselves, would dare to open a store in such a place?

There are many rules in the restaurant. The proprietress is not allowed to open if she is in a bad mood.

Such a willful shop, not only did not have a bleak business, but instead went to the city outside.

The Zuixianlou has become a scenic spot in this area, and passers-by have to come in and taste the wine inside. Zuixian Zuixian, that wine, according to those who have drunk it, is the best wine he has ever drank in his life, no one.

Not to mention the fresh and delicious dishes, as well as the masterpieces left by the poets and painters inside.

It is said that they were left because they could not afford the wine.

There is also an unwritten rule in Zuixianlou, you can come in to drink and eat meat if you can't pay, but you must leave a pair of your own calligraphy. Of course, no one's calligraphy can be used, at least the proprietress must have seen it, otherwise the result will only be left in the back kitchen of Zuixianlou to wash the dishes.

When the money for the meal and wine is paid, you can leave at any time.

Therefore, as soon as you enter the Zuixianlou, you can even see many young men, all of whom are well-known and handsome in the south of the Yangtze River.

On a certain boat, a woman in red lay on the railing to take a nap. The sun hit her fair little face, and the beauty was unreal.

Hong Fei came, and what she saw was such a picture, she smiled and couldn't help but lighten her pace.

But it still woke Su Yan. She didn't move, her eyelids drooped lazily, "Why are you free today? Are there no patients in your hospital?"

"If there are no patients, I'd be happy!" Hong Fei walked over and sat down, "I took those apprentices and trained them for two years. If I can't even see a headache, why should I keep them? Expel them as soon as possible. Forget about leaving the school!"

"Well..." Su Yan nodded, "Yes."

She yawned, resting her chin on the back of her hand, looking like a sleepy cat.

In the past two years, her personality has become more and more lazy. The cold and hard shell on her body has gradually turned into water as time passes.

Red Fei likes her this way.

"Well, this month's medicine."

Hong Fei handed over a bottle, which was an antidote to relieve the poison in Su Yun's body.

Su Yan took it, picked one up and put it in her mouth, Hong Fei was about to pour tea for her when she saw that she had swallowed it.

Suddenly he shook his head helplessly.

"Where's Zhe Liu? You are too. Be your own boss and leave everything to her."

"But she's enjoying it," Su Yan curled her lips.

Not long after she "died", Zhe Liu asked Song Guanzhi to resign and wanted to leave. Song Guanzhi was so busy during that time, and immersed in great grief, he let her go without asking any more questions.