Male God, a Little Su

"I-I want to go to the toilet!"

Shen Xuan, who was drunk, pushed away the hand of the palace servant, and staggered downstairs.

Shen Zuo smiled bitterly. He also drank a lot, but his face was only stained with crimson, and his temperament was still gentle and refined.

He cupped his hands, "Uncle Huang, you sit first, nephew will send off some brothers."

"Well—you go to work on your own, this king will leave later, and you should come back earlier."

Su Yan propped her cheeks, her long eyelids drooping.

"Yes, please be careful on the road, Uncle Huang."

After Shen Zuo said this, he left in a hurry.

"Hey wait-"

Su Yan yawned, smiled slightly, and looked at Shen Zuo, who turned back, "Prince, tomorrow the king is having a banquet. If you have nothing to do, you can join in the fun."

"This..." Shen Zuo's eyes flashed, and when he met Su Yan's glinting eyes, he nodded involuntarily, "Yes, my nephew must be there."

Who doesn't know that the ninth prince's "Su Yan" banquet has always been a coexistence of sensuality and wine and meat, and the banquet of beauties is indispensable.

Shen Zuo has always stayed away.

Today, for some reason, seeing Su Yan's eyes, he can't help but agree.

The box quickly became quiet.

Su Yan's eyes lightly stirred, and she glanced at Ling Xue casually.

Ling Xue nodded and said softly: "My lord, you are waiting for your concubine, and the concubine will go down and call someone to prepare the carriage."

"Then you have to hurry, this king will not be able to do without you for a moment."

Su Yan held her hand ambiguously and rubbed her hand, speaking frivolously.

Ling Xue's face was slightly red, and she gave him a strange sideways glance.

"My lord is really annoying, concubine, hurry up and come back!"

The box door was closed and closed, Shen Li was sitting in the corner, he shook his head, only to feel that his eyes were blurred.

He rubbed a hand, and in the hazy water light, he caught a glimpse of the fragrance of the country that day.

The other party was tall and slender, sitting by the candlelight. Her fingers are slender, with well-proportioned flesh and bones, she carelessly supports her cheeks, and her other hand beats on her leg intermittently, as if humming a little song.

Lazy tones, revealing some drunken nasal sounds, indistinguishable between males and females.

"Naturally charming and charming

Marrying a five-foot short son

Valley bark three inch cubes

The night sky is in vain

Born to be Pingting and graceful, she has a good figure

 …”

The tone of the other party is extremely low, and Shen Li can't even hear some words from a distance. But that tone was something Shen Li had never heard before, it was special, and it showed a sense of charm.

Shen Li blinked sluggishly, and the alcohol slowly released his repressed nature.

"Uncle Huang sings a song that my nephew seems to have never heard before..."

Hearing this, Su Yan smiled lightly, she leaned over slightly, her water-colored lips raised gently, "Is it nice?"

A strand of broken hair hung down on his forehead, making him look more and more beautiful.

Shen Li was dazzled, and for a moment he seemed to see Begonia blooming.

Beautiful to the extreme.

It was almost impossible to tell whether the person in front of him was a man or a woman.

"Good, good sound..."

"Then Uncle Huang will sing it for you." Su Yan smiled.

Shen Li nodded dazedly, "Okay—"

He stared straight at the water-stained lips. The shape of his lips was extremely beautiful, slightly thick, like some kind of ripe fruit.

Gently open and close, occasionally you will see a little pink tip of the tongue.

Su Yan sang from the beginning, her tone gradually became melodious, and those words that Shen Li could not hear clearly entered his ears.

Shen Li stared blankly at the front.