Male God, a Little Su

So, come with me? "

Du Chuan lost too much blood, in fact, he couldn't hear what others said.

But the strange thing is, the words of the woman in front of him, and her red lips that opened and closed, were all clearly imprinted in his mind.

Close your eyes and you can even draw it in detail.

"cough……"

He suddenly coughed violently, and there was a bitter taste in his throat.

At the same time, the pain of tearing at the wound suddenly brought tears to his eyes.

It wasn't a dream after all...

He is still alive.

The night is deep, and the palace walls are long.

Above the head is a foggy night sky, not a single star.

Cold snow hit his face, on his eyelashes. With a slight tremor, the melted snow turned into water stains and fell into his eyes.

His eyes blinked, and something hot ran down the corner of his eyes.

He stretched out his bloody hand and put it into the clean, soft, small white hand that seemed to exude a warm aroma.

With the loudest sound he could make, he nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

Whether it is hell or an abyss ahead, at this moment, Du Chuan wants to go with her.

Even if she wants his life later, that's fine.

Just crave the warmth and light of this moment.

Tokawa thought.

After that, he couldn't remember anything.

Su Yan asked people to send him back to Weiyang Hall, and took her sign to the Imperial Hospital to ask the imperial doctor to come over to diagnose and treat him.

And she sat on the phoenix again.

Mammy Jiang sighed, both relieved and sad.

"Niangniang is still so kind," but, in this palace, the most important thing is the word kindness.

Su Yan hooked her lips and leaned against Feng Zhuo with one hand on her cheek. She was slender and soft as if she was boneless.

Kind? Is she?

...

When Meng Yunniang was brought over, the banquet was already full.

She stood there for a while, not knowing where to sit.

Even in modern times, she is just a child born in an ordinary family, went to college by her own efforts, and finally became a doctor who saved lives and wounds.

Therefore, no matter where she is, she has never attended such a grand banquet.

What's more, the palace banquet?

Fortunately, Xiao Qinghe kept staring at the entrance, and when he saw her, he immediately smiled and said, "Mother Yun, come here!"

The banquet was quiet for a moment, and everyone's eyes turned to Meng Yunniang's location.

So many eyes, scrutiny, and exploration, made her at a loss. His ears were slightly red, he squeezed the night pearl in his hand, lowered his head and quickly walked towards Xiao Qinghe.

Even if she doesn't want to admit it, the current Xiao Qinghe is the only one who can give her a sense of security.

It seems that as long as he walks by his side, he is not afraid of anything.

Xiao Qinghe looked at her obsessively, not expecting her to be so beautifully dressed.

He stood up, took two steps forward, and reached out to catch her.

He dragged him back and let Meng Yunniang sit on his left side.

No matter which palace banquet, Concubine Rong, who is not qualified to sit next to the emperor, sees this scene, her eyes are red with jealousy.

She twisted the handkerchief under her hand, gritted her teeth and forced a smile, and said to Xiao Qinghe: "Your Majesty, next to you is the position of the noble concubine. Bar?"

Her voice was not loud, but it was guaranteed that Xiao Qinghe and Meng Yunniang could hear her.

Xiao Qinghe's complexion changed, and he glanced at her coldly, "I need you to stop me when I do things?!"

The indifferent tone and tough attitude made Concubine Rong's back stiff. She bit her lower lip unwillingly, and her drooping eyes showed ruthlessness.