Male God, a Little Su

Therefore, part of her tragic end was made by herself.

But a large part of it was Xiao Qinghe who could no longer tolerate the Su family. Therefore, the Su family must die.

"How long have you been here?" She played around with a lock of black hair.

Qiu Nuan came in with warm clothes and said, "It's been about a quarter of an hour. The emperor stayed in the Ronghua Hall last night. The little eunuch guarding the door said that Concubine Yun doesn't seem to be in good shape."

Su Yan laughed when she heard it, her eyes were curved, and there was no sign of her smile.

Several palace maids looked at her, not knowing what she was laughing at.

That's not unpleasant, after all, it's the male protagonist who took Mary Sue's script.

I just don't know what role her lover played in it.

Seeing her laughing, Mammy Jiang was overjoyed, angry and helpless, "Niangniang! Can you fight a little bit, she is favored by Concubine Yun, what are you laughing at?"

Now the emperor values ​​Concubine Yun so much, and even on the day of the palace banquet, Concubine Yun allowed Concubine Yun to take away her position. The master of the dignified harem could only be subordinated to one concubine.

Does this sound like a word?

Su Yan was helped to sit down in front of the dressing table, her face was full of smiles, and the temperature in the bedroom was suitable, making her little face pink and white, like a budding peony.

She picked out a swaying gesture from the jewelry box and said slowly, "I don't want that. If I wanted to, all men in the world would bow their heads to me."

Qiu Nuan was clever, and quickly pulled up a bun up to the sky. Su Yan chose a golden fringed hairbrush and inserted it diagonally into her hair. She squinted and slowly looked at Mammy Jiang, her eyes like autumn water and bright stars.

She curled her red and plump lips, gave her a charming smile, and asked in a soft voice, "Mommy~ am I right?"

Rao was the same woman, and her heart and soul trembled at her undisguised charm.

Let alone a man?

Mammy Jiang was helpless, gave her a look, and took out her big sleeves to put it on for her.

"What's the use of laughing at this old slave? As long as you smile more at the emperor, what's the matter with Concubine Yun?"

Su Yan blinked, and honestly didn't answer.

When she walked out, she asked, "Does what I wear today look like Concubine Yun?"

Chun Nuan smiled and adjusted Su Yan's skirt at the back, and when she heard it, she stuck her head out, her eyes curved, "It looks like it!"

That's good, the heroine, it's for crushing.

Is not it?

...

Su Yan leaned lazily toward the soft slump, and the large piece of fox fur on her head was soft and fluffy.

The hall is covered with a red woven fleece carpet, and the crane incense burner on the table exudes light and elegant sandalwood.

The furnishings are all exquisite. The screen on the right is an orphan from a famous painter in the previous dynasty, and further ahead is a red coral that is as tall as one person. The branches are intact, with a natural luster.

Every one taken out is a treasure of invaluable value.

The value here is only worthy of being used for occasional enjoyment.

When Meng Yunniang came in, she felt that her body was no longer her own.

The palace was extremely cold in winter, and when she entered the palace, she was scorched by the spring-like heating, and she shuddered abruptly.

I couldn't help but sneezed.

"Concubine Yun? But you have a cold? Come and sit here in this palace."

Su Yan frowned, beckoned to Meng Yunniang worriedly, and patted the position beside her.

Seeing this, Concubine De said, "I can't do it, Empress, the symptoms of the cold can be serious or small. If Empress is a daughter of gold, it would be bad if it was transmitted to Empress. Let's let Concubine Yun come and sit here with your concubine?"