Male God, a Little Su

"Uncle, I...I..."

There is a prayer hidden in Shen Zuo's eyes, he can't do it, he really can't do it...

Killing with his own hands, it was his father who killed...

"Prince, as an emperor, you only see him sitting on the mountains and rivers. Could it be that you have never seen the bones that he has walked under his feet?"

Su Yan narrowed his eyes, his tone was very light, as if coming from far away, "The way for the emperor to ascend to the throne is not clear and upright. The first emperor loved his younger son and wanted to make him the heir. But that son's character is kind and weak. Guess what happened to him in the end?"

"Someone found a dragon robe and a witch doll full of silver needles in his room. Just this one, anyone can see that it was framed, and he has to leave the power center completely."

"Prince, do you still remember how many uncles you have? Oh, I mean the pro ones." Su Yan supported her chin and smiled lightly.

"The banishment of exile, the confinement of confinement, the late emperor's most beloved youngest son, died in the year when the late emperor died, the new emperor ascended the throne. When he died, his limbs were cut off and he died of blood. Prince, you guessed it, yes Who did it?"

"Do not--"

Shen Zuo screamed and looked at Su Rou's eyes as if he was looking at the devil.

"Impossible...Impossible...Uncle, please stop talking, I can't do it, I really..."

Su Yan lowered her head suddenly and looked at him, "Even if I die?"

"I……"

Su Yan smiled, she picked up a cherry, the ruddy color, her skin became more and more white as jade.

"Kill him!" Su Yan sat back again, "Whoever kills him, this king will proclaim whoever is the emperor!"

Shen Zuo's eyes were hazy with tears. He fell to the ground and looked up at the person sitting on the chair of the Grand Master, as if he were exiled.

Her Zhang Zhanghe, every word is like a knife.

stabbed hard into his heart.

dilemma.

"Uncle, I'm sorry..."

He opened his lips with difficulty, his voice weak as if he was on the verge of death.

Su Yan propped her chin, raised her eyebrows and hooked her lips, "You will regret it."

If you want to blame, you can only blame the bad fate.

He was the heir apparent at birth and was established as the Crown Prince. Growing up in the imperial city, fighting in the center of power.

All brothers will see him as a thorn in the side of the flesh.

Pull him down, go up yourself! This is everyone's ambition.

If you don't advance, you will retreat, your heart is not cruel enough.

Destined to be difficult.

Su Yan waved her hand, and she said lazily, "Let's go, I won't bother about you anymore."

"Uncle-"

Shen Zuo looked at her pleadingly, hoping that she would soften her heart again.

Ling Xue didn't know when she came in, she respectfully 'invited' Shen Zuo out.

Su Yan pinched her brows, her expression unpredictable, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Just when she was about to speak, there was a sound in her mind.

04: [Master host, even if you want the soul fragments to grow, you don't need to use such drastic means, which may make him stunned. 】

【44? 】Su Yan raised her eyebrows.

04: [Master host, it's me. 】

[Oh, it's none of your business. 】

She took a sip of tea, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Shen Li, who was always quiet like a transparent person, stood behind Su Yan with deep eyes.

After a while, he suddenly walked in front of Su Yan and knelt down on one knee.

The boy lowered his head in front of her.

"Uncle Huang, nephew helped you kill him!"

"Oh?"

Su Yan's hand holding the tea cup paused slightly, but it was not obvious. A dark look flashed across her eyes, and she laughed softly.

"What did you use to kill him? You will die without a place to be buried if you are found."