Male God, a Little Su

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Time flies.

The sky is full of goose feathers and heavy snow, and it seems that there are many torn catkins.

The majestic imperial city was shrouded in snow-white, only the long red palace walls, like red plums blooming in the snow. In this piece of silver, it has become the only bright color.

Sheng Mingguang walked fast, his boots creaking in the snow.

A thin layer of snow has accumulated on the dead branches, and it will fall down when the wind blows. The little eunuch nestled at the corner door of the main hall, taking a nap with his hands folded in his sleeves by the burning earth dragon.

Sheng Mingguang kicked over, lowered his voice and asked, "Where's the empress? Are you up?"

The little eunuch rolled on the ground, got up and patted his clothes, and looked inside, it was very quiet.

"Shouldn't be up yet, the emperor didn't sleep until the third watch last night."

Sheng Mingguang glared at him, and raised his whisk to beat him, "You can say that?"

But I already knew it in my heart, and I didn't go to bed until the third watch, so it was no wonder that the empress hadn't woken up until this hour.

However, thinking of the Holy Majesty who was furious in the imperial study room, Sheng Mingguang gritted his teeth, just in time to see Qingrui coming out, and hurriedly said: "Miss Qingrui, I would like to trouble you--"

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As soon as Su Yan stepped into the door of the imperial study, a cup of hot tea fell on her feet.

The tea wetted her embroidered shoes and startled her.

"Get out of here alone!"

There was sullenness in the cold voice, and the air was full of depression.

"Who did you ask to get out?!"

At this moment, the palace people had already knelt on the ground and shivered. The emperor told them to leave, but they didn't dare to leave.

Just at this time, Yi Yi Jiao He was more domineering and louder than the man sitting on the dragon chair.

It is very eye-catching in the entire imperial study room where the needle drop can be heard.

Ji Xuanshen squeezed the space between his brows, raised his eyes suddenly, and saw his little queen staring at him with red eyes, her little embroidered shoes were wet a lot.

Compared with last year, she seems to have not changed, except that her character has become more petite and willful after being raised by him.

Su Yan was wearing a red cloak, with layers of peonies embroidered with jade-white embroidery thread. The neckline was rolled with silver-white fox fur around her cheeks. Her lips were red and her teeth were white. painting.

"How did you come?!"

Ji Xuanshen's eyelids twitched, his hostility disappeared immediately, he stood up with big strides and walked towards Su Yan.

"How come you wake up so early in such a cold day?" Ji Xuanshen walked over to hold her little hand, and he was relieved when he felt the warmth. He glanced coldly at Sheng Mingguang, "Dog slave, who told you To disturb the queen?"

Su Yan glanced at him and withdrew her hand.

"Why are you so fierce? You lose your temper, don't you? Tyrant!"

She snorted, her voice soft.