Male God, a Little Su

A young eunuch, who was white and delicate, held something respectfully and lifted the curtain for her.

"Uncle!"

When Shen Zuo saw Su Rou, he hurriedly walked on his knees a few steps forward, and was about to pull the corner of Su Rou's clothes.

Su Yan looked at him condescendingly, and did not feel that something was wrong because of his identity as the prince. Even at this moment, he was kneeling at her feet begging for forgiveness.

"Uncle, please punish me! I will never dare again, please don't annoy me!"

"The prince has also grown up. In the future, the prince will study and learn more about the affairs of the country. The East Palace is too big, and this prince is not comfortable, so he will go back first. The prince has nothing to do, and he can learn from the master. The way to govern is what matters!"

"Uncle!"

Shen Zuo watched Su Yan brush him away, looking at him like he was looking at a stranger he had never met. That look made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and he was anxious and stood up to chase.

But was stopped by the palace people.

Su Yan went out of the palace like this, and as soon as he left the palace, a banquet was held. No one noticed that there would always be fewer people coming to the banquet.

And their figures, in the court, or in the business world, also frequently moved.

Su Yan looked at it, but Quan Deng didn't see anything.

Even if Ling Xue came to report, he said that his business had been affected a lot recently. Mainly because there is always a new store opening across from their store.

They do business and do homework.

This Shengjing is so big, with one-third of an acre of land. Although there are powerful people everywhere, there is always limited oil and water that can be fished.

The guests went to the other home to spend, and naturally they made less money.

Hearing this, Su Roan threw a few grains of rice bran into the pond, and then lazily propped up her cheeks and went into a daze.

"Let him go."

The wealth in her hands can't be eaten for a few lifetimes. What's the use of so much money?

Dull--

She sighed and suddenly heard someone reporting, "Master, His Royal Highness is here again."

Su Yan said "uh", "let him go."

"Can……"

Ling Xue sighed, "This time, His Royal Highness is afraid that he won't stop seeing you. He knelt outside the door and said that if you are not relieved, he will kneel until you are relieved!"

"laugh--"

Laughter disdain.

Ripples appeared on the water, and the beautiful scales of the fish gleamed in the sun. As Su Yan fed, they fluttered actively in the water.

"Little family."

Su Yan yawned lazily, and emptied all the rice bran in the bowl, her eyes were cold.

"The fattest fish will be sent to the kitchen to make braised fish with vinegar."

"Yes."

Ling Xue looked at the carefree fish who were still wanton grabbing food, and sighed sympathetically.

"Let me see, which one is the fattest..."

She turned her head, and the slender and romantic figure had disappeared outside the hand-picking corridor.

Ling Xue retracted her gaze and was stunned for a while.

Lord, what are you thinking about sometimes?

She seemed to love the prince very much, but now the prince was tortured so thin that he was about to take off his face. He knelt outside the door and begged her for forgiveness regardless of his identity, but she seemed to be listening to a joke and laughed it off.

Shen Zuo's life was very difficult during this period, and Emperor Jing was unable to recover from a stroke.

Those Taoists were imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison.

Now that the competition is getting fiercer, and Shen Zuo's ability is mediocre, the courtiers are increasingly dissatisfied with him.

But Emperor Jing was not dead. Although he suffered a stroke, he still retained his reason.

Although the prince acquiesced as the next prince, his ability made the courtiers hesitate. And Emperor Jing was in his prime, and he never revealed who he would pass his position to.

It's hard work to write two books after finishing QAQ, and I'm sorry for the total scum, why don't we end it?

I don't want to be scolded, and I don't want to be slapped