Male God, a Little Su

Hong Fei rubbed her eyes, coughed twice, and looked into the distance.

A mist shrouded the distant mountains, and a line of birds flew across the clear sky.

She sighed, "It's also—"

Before he finished speaking, a small boat was paddled in the distance.

There was a man standing at the bow of the boat, full of hair. Hong Fei thought it was an old man at first, but the other party had a tall and straight body, until the boat approached, Hong Fei suddenly opened her mouth wide.

"No, no words, look at—"

"What?" Su Yan propped her cheeks and raised her eyes lazily.

The man had his hands behind his back and a jade-colored flute pinned to his waist. The wind blew the hem of his clothes like a cloud, and the dark purple patterns flowed like water under the light and shadow, which was a budding secluded tree.

His facial features are so handsome, and his temperament is out of the dust, as if an exiled immortal has stepped into the mundane world.

Su Yan saw that in the flower boat next to her, women kept pushing open the window, lying by the window and staring at him.

Su Yan frowned, and then sneered.

Under the dazzling eyes of those women, she opened her lips.

"Hey, who's that—"

Seemingly aware, Song Guanzhi raised his eyes to look.

At a glance, it seemed like an earthquake or tsunami had occurred in his chest, and overwhelming shock swept towards him. At the same time, it was more ecstasy.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and the wind blew up his splendid hair.

A drop of clear tears fell into the water and was drowned out by the sound of fish coming out of the water.

"A rouge—"

*

The proprietress of Zuixianlou found a little white face.

This incident has spread around ten miles, and I don't know how many romantic and talented people's hearts have been hurt.

But this matter is a foregone conclusion, more and more sons and brothers have come to hear the news.

They want to see how good this little white face looks!

At night, the business of Zuixianlou is at its best.

A row of lanterns hangs at the door, and the soft warm light reflects on the lake next to it. Jiangnan in the daytime is different from Jiangnan at night.

During the day, Jiangnan is like a landscape painting, quiet and comfortable. At night, with a pot of sake and several poets sitting on a high-rise building and talking about kuo, it is another style.

Especially the flower boats on the lake, the girls above them all began to welcome guests.

The fragrance is blowing, and the singing is beautiful.

Full of charm.

So someone asked the shopkeeper, "The shopkeeper, I heard that your proprietress found a little white face? What does he look like? Call it out for us to see?"

"cough--"

Zhe Liu was scared to death. God knows that when Su Yan brought people back a few days ago, she was so scared that she knelt down.

Going around, why did this master appear again?

"Zhe Liu, where is the wine? Ah Yan wants to drink plum wine."

The voice is sweet and gentle.

Zhe Liu's eyelids twitched, and she turned back quickly, "Dian, oh my master—" She smiled and hurried Song Guanzhi to go, "At the counter, I'll help you get it. By the way, Buyu, her health is not good, you thousand Wan watch, don't let her drink too much."

Song Guanzhi nodded slightly, "Okay."

Several men looked over curiously, and it happened that Song Guanzhi looked back, and suddenly curled his lips at them, revealing a small smile.

As cold as winter snow, the temperament is noble. He was standing there, and people had the urge to crawl under his feet and kowtow to him.

"You, you are—" one of them asked boldly.

"Yes," Song Guanzhi smiled politely, "I am the little white face raised by the proprietress. I wonder if the guests are satisfied with what you see?"

He said it calmly and generously, and did not feel that he was humiliating him at all.