Male God, a Little Su

Everyone didn't know why Su Yan was so determined. According to her decisive character on the battlefield, she should not have been a woman who would blindly believe in a man's oath.

But, she just believed—

Yan Fengmian smiled softly, and every moment he spent with Su Yan made him extremely happy.

He reached out to hold Su Ro's and got on the same horse as her.

The red wedding sedan was empty, and the bride did not take the usual route and rode with the groom.

Xu Shi and Su Zhe looked at each other from behind, but smiled helplessly.

As long as her daughter is happy, it is enough, at least now, Yan Fengmian likes her.

...

This wedding was unprecedentedly grand, with ten miles of red makeup, and Emperor Renjing personally presided over the wedding for them.

The candles flickered, and the garnet-red bead curtain was reflected to give the feeling of a streamer flickering. As far as the eye can see, there is a piece of red silk.

"Oh... the princess can't help it, where's your red hijab?"

When Madam Xi brought the maids in, she saw Su Yan yawning lazily on the happy bed, and she had already removed the phoenix crown.

A head of blue silk reaching the waist, under the candlelight, exudes a soft light like satin.

The little face is beautiful and delicate, and the beauty is unreal.

"Um?"

Su Yan raised her eyebrows and smiled, "What did you say?"

"This... wangfei... this is unreasonable!"

How can the bride take off her hijab and phoenix crown before the groom's official arrives?

"Oh, then tell me, what is rationality?"

Su Yan propped her chin and looked at Madam Xi curiously.

In those gleaming eyes, full of urgency and playfulness, Mrs. Xi was at a loss.

"It stands to reason that this hijab is, yes, it is for the groom's official to pick it..." She said bravely.

"Well, is that so?"

Su Yan raised her eyebrows and smiled when she saw a group of servants being frightened by her, "Okay."

She picked up the red hijab on the side and put it on her head quietly, and at the same time, she also covered her bright little face.

Xi Po: "..."

She was almost scared to death by the general, but the other party turned out to be so obedient?

...

"Emperor, Brother Huang! Brother Chen, Brother Chen, I will toast you again!"

Yan Nanchao dragged Yan Fengmian, his eyes blurred, and his words were full of drunkenness.

Yan Fengmian sat quietly in his seat, with the willow tip on the moon, and the red palace lantern emitting a hazy light.

He curved his lips, "Seventh brother, you are drunk."

"No, no!" Yan Nanchao waved his hand, "I'm not drunk! The emperor's brother is overjoyed today, and the minister and the minister are happy!"

Yan Mingxi glanced at Yan Nanchao and frowned.

Happy?

In private, these two have fought to the point of endless death, but Yan Mingxi doesn't believe that his abnormality is because he is happy.

"As long as the seventh brother is happy, the emperor is also happy."

Yan Fengmian took the wine cup in his hand, raised his head and drank it.

His slender fingers crossed the rim of the glass and slowly turned the wine glass upside down.

He chuckled, "But, the good night is too short, and the emperor won't accompany him—" He smoothed his sleeves and wore a red dress as if he were an immortal. Just go back."

Under the night, his pale complexion was stained with a hint of alcohol, and his lips were slightly red.

When he smiled, there seemed to be stars twinkling in his eyes, and his whole body was filled with a pleasant atmosphere.

Yan Nanchao's eyes were red when he drank it, and there seemed to be a lump of paste in his head. When Yan Fengmian turned around, he tightly pulled on his sleeve.

Can't let him go, can't let him go--

This was the only remaining thought in Yan Nanchao's remaining rationality.

"Seventh brother is drunk, send him back."

Yan Fengmian lightly brushed away his hand and turned to leave.