Male God, a Little Su

Su Yan held her chin, squinted her eyes and sat on the roof, with a crescent moon behind her. Looking at the silent young man standing in front of the yard with his head down, he asked with a smile, "And then? What's the point of keeping him?"

04 was silent for a long time, unable to answer.

Su Yan hummed softly, the bright moonlight shone on her body like a silver glow, casting a soft halo on her slender figure. Her long black hair was casually tied behind her head with a headband, and the hair on her forehead was blown up by the wind.

"Let him go, sooner or later I will go to him."

Wen Yanqing stood in the yard for a long time, her legs were almost numb from the cold. He pursed his pale lips, and slowly raised his eyes.

The position of the heart is aching.

A crescent moon hangs quietly on the ridge of the roof.

Su Yan looked at him quietly, but Wen Yanqing couldn't see her at all.

"Little Lord--"

"Let's go."

Wen Yanqing shook his head and whispered.

When he turned around, the cold wind howled, rolled up the cloak on his body, and the red lining was blown away.

For a moment, strong reluctance stopped his steps, making every step of his life extremely difficult.

As if feeling something, he suddenly turned around——

Only facing the vast expanse of space.

"Su Yan—"

Wen Yanqing pursed her lips, Zeng's bright and lively eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of mist, dark and cold, revealing strong reluctance and grief.

"wait me back……"

I will definitely, definitely come back alive to marry you...

...

The small dilapidated house standing in the vast night is so ordinary that people are not interested in taking a second look.

The moment Wen Yanqing stepped out, a drastic change occurred.

The men in black who had been spinning around in place all the time, were stunned for a moment, "Huh? The formation is broken?"

Wen Yanqing was startled, and turned her head quickly. In the pale yard illuminated by the snow and moonlight, his eyes seemed to penetrate layers of barriers and look into the room where Su Yan lived.

His hand slowly touched his heart, and there was something violently hitting there.

Wen Yanqing slowly curled up her lips, and at that moment, it seemed that the young master in fresh clothes and angry horse had returned.

"Little Lord?"

The men in black didn't understand why he was smiling, their eyebrows and eyes were gentle, like a spring breeze.

Wen Yanqing took a deep look, then simply withdrew his gaze, and got on his horse.

"Walk--"

The wind and snow roared, completely covering up the last traces.

Su Yan clapped her hands, wrapped her coat tightly, stood up from the roof, jumped down silently, and went back to her room.

...

Chengde seventeen years, New Year's Eve.

Another massacre occurred in Luoshui City.

The richest man who fell into the water, the mother clan of Mu Zhen, the favorite concubine of Emperor Chengde, was wiped out. Except for Mu Wan who went to Huajing to visit her relatives at the order of Concubine Mu, who escaped by chance, all the members of the Mu family in Luoshui City were exterminated.

When Su Yan dismounted from the horse, the waiter from Huichun Hall immediately came up to her with a happy smile, and ordered someone to lead the horse for her.

He led Su Yan into the store with extra graciousness, "Miss Su, you are here. Our shopkeeper has been waiting for you for a long time, and you don't even know how effective the Luogui ointment you made is. Now it is sold in the city. Ladies and Madams, you have stretched your necks and looked forward to it all day, just waiting for this batch you sent!"

Su Yan glanced at him with a smile, and pointed to the things on the horse's back, "Get it yourself, it's a waste of time to make these things, go tell your shopkeeper, I will increase the original price by one tael per box .”

The waiter scratched his head, but he was not dissatisfied.

Nodded, "Okay, I'll call the shopkeeper right away! Miss Su, please wait first!"