Male God, a Little Su

It was snowing at an unknown time outside, and the wind wrapped the snowflakes, whistling towards his face.

It made him shiver, but it relieved the heat on his face just right.

Chunsheng hurriedly put the thick cloak that he was cradling on his toes and put it on Shen Li's shoulders.

He sighed in his heart, thanks to the Nine Lords, otherwise, how could they have a good life now.

boned...

The wagon wheels crunched over the snow.

The carriage passed in front of Shen Li, and the window was suddenly pushed open.

A face stuck out, with picturesque eyebrows, as if God had carefully sketched it. Chun Chang had a big mouth. He had never seen such a beautiful, fairy-like character in his life.

The immortal hooked her lips like a smile, but asked, "Seventh Highness, how is the song this king just sang? Do you like it?"

boom--

Poor Shen Li, the cold wind blew for a long time, and his face was worthy of cooling down. Now because of this sentence, there is a phenomenon of heating up again.

His throat was dry and he nodded slightly.

"Uncle Huang sang, it's naturally good..."

"Oh?" Su Yan smiled softly, "That's good for you, so what should this king teach you?"

"cough……"

Shen Li looked at Su Yan in amazement, his eyes met, and he saw a strong interest in her eyes.

He knew that she was teasing him again.

He pursed his lips, "Uncle Huang is happy."

"Well……"

Su Yan nodded, "Then I taught you, you have to sing it to this king. Remember, I will teach you personally by Wang Ding!"

The window is closed.

Shen Li could still vaguely see the woman who had been accompanying Su Yan, leaning over gently.

He pursed his lips, his dark eyes dimmed.

Chunsheng was stunned for a long time, and it was only when the carriage ran away that he was able to regain his senses.

The first sentence was emotion, "Your Highness, the rumors are indeed true. The Ninth Prince is so handsome, just like the fairy in the painting. The servants look at it more and feel that it is blasphemy."

Shen Li lowered his eyes, "Really?"

Immortals don't sing obscene lyrics.

Chunsheng nodded with admiration on his face, "Yeah, and Your Highness, the Ninth Prince still sings for you? The Ninth Prince is really a good person!"

Shen Li: "..."

He raised his feet and walked away, closing his cloak and blending into the vast darkness.

"Hey, Your Highness, wait for the servant!"

Chunsheng didn't pay attention, and Shen Li got into the carriage and was about to leave.

For fear that he would be left behind, he hurriedly chased after him.

...

Late at night, Youli Temple.

The imperial city fell into a deep sleep, and only the sound of the wind remained between heaven and earth.

Shen Li turned over, the body was covered with new cotton this year, and the quilt was the softest cotton. Covered is the warmest. He opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and there was no sleepiness at all.

At the banquet, the 'man' squinted his eyes, dressed in red, and the image that he looked at with his lips hooked with a smile that was not a smile entered his mind involuntarily.

Lazy tone, the hidden meaning in the lyrics.

It made Shen Li's heart pounding.

His breathing was a little chaotic, and his eyes wandered around. Through the faint moonlight, I stared at the shadow in the dark in a daze.

He said he could go to the banquet tomorrow.

He also said that he would personally teach him to sing.

He says--

like him……

wrong! This is not right!

Shen Li gasped for two breaths, and pulled the quilt to cover his head.

In a suffocation, he closed his eyes.

But what is wrong?

he……

do not know.

...

It snowed all night, and the next day was bright, and Chunsheng had already come in with hot water.