Male God, a Little Su

As soon as you enter the hall, the heat hits your face.

There was light snow outside, but the dancers inside were dressed in extraordinarily bright clothes.

The waist is twisted slightly, and the ring is worn.

The snow-white skin, as if soaked in milk, was dazzling white.

The veil swayed, and the silk and bamboo bursts.

White smoke is rising from the incense burner, looking around, it seems to be in a fairyland.

Shen Zuo sighed, "It's the uncle who will enjoy it the most."

Shen Li only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze lightly, and continued to walk in.

Shen Zuo stood side by side with him, his eyes swept across the beautiful dancers, and fell on the woman who was wearing blue gauze and a string of pearls on her tube top, twisting like a water snake, and she was stunned for a moment.

She covered her face with a veil, and only a pair of affectionate eyes were exposed.

Surrounded by many dancers, raising hands and feet is moving. Shen Zuo faintly heard the sound of a bell in his ear. He followed the sound and saw a pair of small snow-white feet.

On his ankles, he was wearing a string of bells.

The world is stunning.

"His Royal Highness, don't be fooled, the uncle is calling you."

A sneer flashed across Shen Li's eyes. As a prince, he couldn't even turn a blind eye to this scene.

In the future, how to face the endless temptation?

"Prince likes red peach?"

Su Yan leaned on the soft slump, covered with fox fur under her body.

She bent her legs, played with the white jade wine cup in her hand, and asked with a smile that was not a smile.

Shen Zuo blushed and hurriedly explained, "No, it's just that this dance nephew has never seen it before, so..."

In terms of beauty, this person in front of him is already the ultimate.

Are those rouge vulgar powders comparable?

"Tsk... don't be shy, this king will not expose you to the emperor."

Su Yan beckoned, and saw the girl in the blue dance dress, as if stepping on the clouds, floated with extremely beautiful small steps, and the light veil was raised, like a flowing cloud.

"Your Highness calls your concubine?"

Shen Zuo's face instantly turned pale when he heard this claim.

He hurriedly bowed and blamed himself: "It's my nephew Meng Lang, actually..."

"It's okay," Su Yan helped him up with a smile and sat up slightly, "How about the prince and this king sitting together? Don't be afraid, men love beautiful women. Isn't this a kind of admiration for Fei Tao's beauty?"

She lifted Feitao's chin and said frivolously, "Is what this king said right?"

She is petite but plump, her cheeks are like pink jade, and she has a pair of peach blossom eyes with affectionate smiles.

"No matter what the lord says, it's just—if the lord wants to give Feitao away, then Feitao won't stick to him!" Feitao stomped her feet and threw herself into Su Yan's arms to act like a spoiled child, "If the lord doesn't want Feitao anymore, , that Feitao will never live! Feitao is the prince's person, and death is the prince's ghost!"

"This child..."

Su Yan laughed, and she stroked Fetao's hair, "Prince, don't be too worried, this child is young, and he is petted by this king and is lawless, so he doesn't speak big or small."

Shen Zuo sat cautiously aside, "It's the nephew who made a mistake first, and the uncle doesn't have to worry about it."

"Forget it, since everyone is here, let's have a feast!"

As soon as she gave an order, in the already lively hall, the music suddenly burst into all directions, and the gongs and chips were staggered.

Among those individuals, some Shen Zuo felt familiar, and some he did not know.

But Shen Zuo later learned that these people who are now only insignificant officials in the imperial court will become powerful officials in the future.

And those who have never seen it later either became the richest man, or were very well-connected in the rivers and lakes.

It's a pity that now, he has not seen this.