Male God, a Little Su

The palace people were used to it, and the moment they heard Su Yan's voice, they breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that their fate was saved.

As long as the empress is present, no matter how angry the emperor is, it will disappear in an instant.

"Yes, yes, I am a tyrant, right? Scared you?"

Ji Xuanshen apologized softly.

Su Yan glared at him, and muttered aggrievedly, "You wet your shoes! I knew I wouldn't be here!"

"Is it hot?"

Ji Xuanshen immediately bent down and picked her up horizontally, turned around and strode to the dragon chair to put Su Yan down, then knelt down on one knee and went to take off her embroidered shoes, his cold voice was a little irritable, "Hurry up! Please doctor?"

"Slave, let's go!"

The wet embroidered shoes could no longer be worn, but fortunately they were thick enough to wear in winter, so her feet were not burnt, just blushed.

Even so, it made Ji Xuanshen feel distressed enough.

Those little feet were pink and white, and the ten toes were as round as jade, not as long as his palm.

"Does it hurt?" The man's dark eyes were stained with distress, he leaned over and blew gently, and began to self-examine, "Forgive me once, okay?"

If this kind of thing happens a few more times, his heart will hurt to death.

Su Yan sat on the dragon chair, tilted her head and thrust a pair of bare feet into his arms, her voice was soft, "It hurts to death!" She pursed her mouth and opened her hands to hug him.

Ji Xuanshen opened his arms and embraced the little girl in his heart.

He sighed, touched her head, and said in a guilty tone, "It's my fault, empress, please forgive me once, huh?"

"I don't want it!" Su Yan's beautiful eyes turned around, and her curly and slender eyelashes were thick, like butterfly wings vibrating.

"Then what do you say? As long as I can do it, I will promise you, okay?"

In fact, Su Yan didn't feel that much pain. After listening to Ji Xuanshen's words, she rolled her eyes and smiled very sweetly.

"Then you kiss me, and I won't hurt anymore!"

She raised a small face with picturesque eyebrows, and pouted her mouth.

Ji Xuanshen was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Does it really hurt?"

At this time, the palace people had already retreated with winks.

Sheng Mingguang rushed over with the imperial physician, and saw his two masters on the dragon chair, talking about you and me. He exchanged glances with the imperial physician, but in the end he didn't go in.

Su Yan got a kiss as she wished, she yawned, nestled in Ji Xuanshen's arms and shook her head lazily.

"It doesn't hurt!"

The floor heating was on in the room, and Su Yan was drowsy from the heat, and when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly shivered.

...

Winter snow and early sunshine.

The chief executive folded his hands in his sleeves, hugged Fuchen, and stood outside the door with presence of God.

He let out a sigh of relief and laughed, "With the empress here, we can rest today."

...

"Has the snow stopped?"

Su Xue leaned against the window and coughed violently twice. Her face was thin and thin, and she had long since lost her beautiful and agile appearance.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the yard, with curses.

But Su Xue frowned.

"What's going on outside?"

The nanny who was eating melon seeds under the eaves heard the words, and said casually: "Oh, the Hou's mansion sent another concubine who fell out of favor."