Male God, a Little Su

That is the Nine Lords! The emperor's favorite, the ninth prince, who even His Royal Highness can't compare to!

Chunsheng stammered when he spoke excitedly, "His Royal Highness, how did you know the Ninth Prince, he, he is such a good person!"

Su Yan probably never thought in her life that someone would send her a good person card.

"Ah……"

Shen Li pursed his lips, walked indifferently to the table and sat down.

His fingers slid across the table, looking down at the fingertips.

Clean, newly made table, the surface paint is still very bright, must have been wiped well before delivery, spotless.

"Yeah, Uncle Huang is such a good man—"

If, when he was speaking, his tone was not so charitable.

It seems that he only felt pity for a while, as if he was pitying a gadget, then perhaps Shen Li would really appreciate him.

"Uh-huh!"

Chunsheng was pure and simple, and he was even happier when he saw that his master agreed with his words. In a hurry, he poured a cup of tea for Shen Li, "His Royal Highness, those people just now sent a jar of this year's new tea. You didn't come back, and the minions didn't dare to move. They put them away. Now that you are back, the minions will wait. I'll take it out, and I'll make you some tea later!"

Shen Li lowered his eyes and played with the tea cup.

The tea cup was porcelain white with a red plum on it, which reminded Shen Li of a person.

The man's picturesque brows and eyes appeared in his mind, stained by the color of wine, and the light in his eyes was dazzling and dazzling.

He opened his lips, "Chunsheng, what did you see from what happened tonight?"

"Ah?" Chunsheng was at a loss, "Your Highness, what do you mean?"

Shen Li raised his head and drank the water.

He curled his lips, "Nothing."

Just suddenly understood one thing.

Rights are such a good thing—

He opened his palm and looked at his own.

One after another healed, unhealed cuts and scars.

One after another cocoon.

Different from the prince's pampered, flawless palm like white jade, his hand is like the hand of that country peasant doing farm work.

Just looking at it makes me feel filthy.

No wonder she just looked at him with disgust and never looked again.

And said: "You can only see this face, but unfortunately, it has also ruined a lot."

As we all know, the Nine Lords love beautiful women.

And all he has now, relying on, is only this face, after people only take one look, they are not interested in seeing a second face.

How ridiculous?

...

When Emperor Jing woke up in the morning, he only felt relieved.

He sat up, "come here."

Luo Xiu hurriedly trotted in and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, are you awake?"

"Um."

Emperor Jing squeezed his eyebrows, "Where's Ayan?" he asked.

Luo Xiu knelt on the ground to put on shoes for Emperor Jing, Wen Ya paused, and said embarrassingly, "My lord, he will wait for you to fall asleep and go to the East Palace."

"Oh?"

The good mood I had originally was gone when I heard this sentence.

Emperor Jing frowned and his voice was cold, "What is he doing in the East Palace? I don't know, when did he get involved with the prince?"

"This……"

Luo Xiu can't wait to slap himself, he is really talkative.

But Emperor Jing has always liked to control the whereabouts of the Nine Lords. If he heard it from others, he would not know if he would be angry and punish him.

"Dog slave! Hesitant!"

Emperor Jing kicked Luo Xiu's heart, rolled him back a few meters, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Luo Xiu's eyes darkened, and when she reacted, she lay on the ground like a dog and kowtowed desperately, "The slave is guilty, the slave is guilty!"