Male God, a Little Su

It just looks scary, but it's actually quite healthy.

When Du Chuan held her hand, Su Yan checked Du Chuan's pulse, and naturally knew that the imperial physician did not lie.

"This palace knows, how to record this matter after it goes out, I don't need this palace to teach you, right?"

A beautiful woman was sitting in this humble house. She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the shivering imperial doctor kneeling on the ground, asking in a casual tone.

"Yes - I understand!"

In the harem, it is rare to call an imperial doctor, but it is to treat a little eunuch.

What's more, the imperial concubine is also the master of the harem, and countless pairs of eyes are staring at her. And she doesn't know what the relationship is with the sick little eunuch on the bed.

However, looking at her attitude, it was obvious that she wanted to save him.

After the imperial doctor left, Su Yan ordered Chun Nuan and Dong Nuan to go out together, and when the medicine was prescribed, they would fry a pair.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her left hand was held by Du Chuan, and this position was uncomfortable for a long time.

What's more, the bed under him is not soft, just a layer of cushion.

Her body is pampered and uncomfortable after sitting for a while.

He moved his hand slightly, trying to pull it out tentatively.

The good-smelling Luogui aroma, sweet and elegant, has been lingering in the nostrils of crossing the river.

He has only smelled this incense on one person, the one who saved him.

The lord of this harem, the imperial concubine.

"do not go--"

He didn't know what he was talking about at this time, and his body was particularly uncomfortable.

But in the past ten years, he has come here like this, by himself, in the dark night, biting his tongue to death and holding on.

Only this time is different.

Under the body is a comfortable and dry bed, and in the air is the fragrance of Luogui from the other party. The hand in his hand is very small, even smaller than him, but Du Chuan is a little regretful, it would be better if his hand was bigger.

This way you can hold it all in the palm of your hand.

The idea is very strange, he has never thought of it for so many years.

Reluctant to let go, he made a hoarse voice, like a small animal on the verge of death, and called out pitifully.

Su Yan paused.

She raised her eyes and looked over. The thin young man on the bed had beautiful eyebrows, and the jet black radiated below him. His face was burnt like a red glow in the sky, and there was a hint of charming color for no reason.

Yuanshan seemed to frown tightly together, his lips pursed, and he gently brought his face closer.

He rubbed Su Yan's hand.

Su Yan sighed, and suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

She had no choice but to give up the struggle, and looked at Du Chuan amusingly, the soft tail sounded slowly in the quiet room with a hint of laziness.

"Boy, you have to remember that now is the pinnacle of your life, you know?"

You can touch it, but it is the hand of the Lord of the Harem.

Du Chuan's eyes trembled, he didn't open his eyes, but quietly clenched tighter.

If you look at him carefully, you can find that his condition seems to have eased a lot.

The corners of the dark red lips gently evoked a shallow arc.

Good, he got his life back.

...

late at night.

Snow covered a thick layer, and when the wind blew, it fell rustling from the corner of the eaves.

"Meow!!"

In the night, a shrill cat meow suddenly sounded, which seemed extraordinarily strange.

Chun Nuan was startled, rubbed his eyes, sat up, and looked at the inner hall. He asked Dong Nuan, who was also woken up, softly, "Is the maiden out yet?"

Dong Nuan shook his head, folded his hands in his sleeves, stared blankly at Chun Nuan, took the tongs, poked the charcoal fire that was about to burn out in the stove, and added a few more pieces.