Male God, a Little Su

"someone is coming?"

Shen Zuo rubbed his eyes and sat up blankly from the table.

The cape slid off his shoulders and piled on the ground.

The window was half-closed, and there was a plum tree outside, with clusters of red and pink buds, which were instantly delightful.

He vaguely saw a figure and walked past the window.

His heart couldn't help beating. He once thought that he had died a long time ago, but when he saw only a specious figure, maybe not the person he wanted to see at all, he began to ecstasy.

He pricked up his ears, listening to the footsteps from far to near.

Don't rush, don't slow down, keep calm.

"Uncle..."

He couldn't help but murmured and stared in the direction of the door.

A hand gently opened the bead curtain.

That hand was slender, with well-proportioned flesh and bones. The way he used to hold a pen and play the piano would always make Shen Zuo unable to stop looking at it.

Tears fell in an instant.

The wind and snow dyed the person's hair and eyebrows white, and he looked a lot colder. He was dressed in white, and at the corners of his clothes were a few white cranes fluttering their feet on auspicious clouds.

It became more and more arrogant.

"What are you crying for?"

Su Yan stroked the snow on her shoulders and stepped forward.

The youth has reduced a lot, and the turbid air in his eyes has become clear and clean.

It seems that time has never changed, he is still the prince Shen Zuo who is weak but has good thoughts and hopes that every brother can get along well.

"I just didn't expect to see Uncle Huang again, my nephew is happy."

Shen Zuo rolled his eyes and hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Su Yan. He just looked at the tea powder in the cup and said embarrassingly, "This tea... Uncle I'm afraid I'm not used to drinking it."

He wasn't used to it at first, but gradually he got used to it.

He thought about a lot of things here, and for a while, he became impetuous and ill-tempered in the censure of Taifu and others.

But it is very quiet here, and he has a lot of time to settle himself.

"There's nothing I'm not used to drinking," Su Yan picked it up, glanced at the tea powder in his eyes, and hummed, "It's stingy."

Her voice was so low that Shen Zuo couldn't hear it clearly.

Goodbye after half a year, in the end there is less intimacy.

"Do you regret it? I said earlier that you should stop and harm others and harm yourself."

Shen Zuo gently moved to Su Ro's side, and tentatively squatted at Su Ro's feet, leaning on her lap, as before.

Seeing that she didn't refuse, she secretly laughed.

"I regretted it when I first came in. I wondered why I didn't listen to you, Uncle Huang. If I listened to you and killed them, there would be nothing that happened later. But no one has come in the East Palace, and in the dead of night, there is only one left. I'm alone, I'll think more."

He smiled embarrassedly, "I'm ashamed to say it, I always seem to let you down, Uncle Huang. Taifu is actually right, and seventh brother is right. I'm weak and incompetent, if Dayong really hands it into my hands, I'm afraid that I'm going to be the sinner of the ages. Seventh brother has done better than me in this regard."

"Oh? You still praise him?" Su Yan's eyes were filled with a little smile, she rubbed the rim of the cup and leaned into the chair gently, "You saved him, but he took everything from you and deprived you of it. freedom, don't hate?"

"I hated it at first, but I didn't hate it later."

He looked up, his pupils clear.

Very uneasy: "Actually, I'm not as clean as you think, Uncle Huang. I... I am jealous of the seventh brother and hate his existence. Later... I hurt him a few times. If it really counts, I still owe him. "

In this lucrative field, there is no absolute good or bad.

As a king, the first thing you must have is to be cruel.

If you don't step on the bones, how can you guard this great mountain and river for the people?