Male God, a Little Su

When the two of them were beaten hard and beaten again by Su Yan's words that were neither light nor heavy, almost after returning, they immediately summoned the craftsmen under them, preparing to start repairing the Youli Hall tomorrow.

At the same time, that night, Shen Li's little eunuch Chunsheng was lying in the side room, curled up just about to fall asleep. Suddenly awakened by the knock on the door outside the hall, his conditioned body trembled.

Tremblingly, he ran to open the door a crack. When he saw the picture outside, he could hardly believe his eyes.

"This...this is?"

"What the hell is this? Get out of the way, open the door, and tell us to put things in!"

The leading palace maid urged anxiously.

Chunsheng nodded in confusion, "Oh oh."

Those palace people ran back and forth several times, and when they left, when Chunsheng closed the palace door, he was still not used to it.

Looking at the new furnishings in the hall, tables, chairs, benches, quilts and pillows. Even the shabby tent was replaced overnight, and it turned into a satin texture, which looked very expensive.

The carpet has also been replaced with new ones, and those ornaments may not be as good as those in other prince's houses. But in the eyes of Chunsheng, who had never seen anything good, it was already excellent.

Even in his small room, a new set of quilts has been replaced, and this year, the cotton has been newly played. It is very soft to the touch, exuding the fragrance of sandalwood, and the workmanship is also exquisite, with fine stitches.

As soon as he jumped in, he felt as if he had fallen into a cloud, and he didn't want to get up at all.

Chunsheng was dazed when he heard a knock on the door again.

He thought that someone else had delivered something, so he hurriedly went to open the door.

However, he saw Shen Li who had not seen him for many days.

"Your Highness, are you back?"

Chunsheng was a little more happy, he let Shen Li in while closing the door.

He happily followed behind Shen Li, chattering, "Your Highness, you didn't come back just now, because you didn't see those people sending a lot of things to Youli Hall. The furnishings in our house have been changed, and the bedding has also been changed. There are new ones, and there are minions too! Warm ones are not good!"

Shen Li's footsteps paused for a moment, but for a moment, he walked forward calmly again.

Chunsheng didn't find it at all.

He described it to Shen Li incoherently, and finally said with emotion: "His Royal Highness is really a good person, Your Highness, you—"

"Not the prince."

Shen Li calmly looked at the newly refurbished furnishings in the hall. The plain blue curtains swayed gently, and the air smelled of wood. It should have just been moved out of the warehouse, and it was too late to dissipate the smell.

The brand-new decoration, together with this taste, fermented a different kind of feeling.

Quietly got into Shen Li's heart.

"Ah? Your Highness, what did you say? You mean, these were not sent by His Royal Highness? Who is that? Could it be the Emperor?"

If it is the emperor, does that mean that the emperor still values ​​his highness?

The idea of ​​Chunsheng just appeared when Shen Li said in a low voice, "It's Uncle Jiuhuang."

"Yes, is it the Ninth Prince?"

Chunsheng was stunned.

Even if he had never seen the Nine Lords, who was said to be descended from heaven, he had heard rumors about him.

Hearing from those palace maids who were fortunate enough to have met the Nine Princes, the Nine Princes were as handsome as the gods who came out of a painting, even the harem concubines and three thousand beauties were not as handsome as his.

Chunsheng was still thinking at the time, what would he be so handsome?

And now, it was the closest he had come to the Nine Lords, although he still heard it from others.

But this is different.