Male God, a Little Su

"Hey hey hey! What do you think I do? This is the letter that my little sister wrote to me. Even if you read it, what can you change?" Su Jingzhi shook the letter in his hand triumphantly.

The next second, Su Muzhi stood up abruptly.

However, Su Jingzhi was already prepared, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and hurried out the door.

"Father and mother, it's getting late, and there are still some accounts in my son's study, so I'll go first!" The winter night was long, and his voice was getting farther and farther away.

"This stinky boy!" Su Jun slapped the table angrily and stared.

Watching Wang Shi was amused for a while, "Che... that's enough, how could Yan'er not have you in her heart? Besides, what do you two have to say to you? The gifts that Yan'er brought you are on the carriage, wait. The next person will bring it over."

After hearing Wang's words, Su Jun and Su Muzhi's expressions softened.

The two pursed their lips, and the joy in their eyes was about to overflow, but they still pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "I think she has a conscience."

But soon, the two of them forgot about this trivial matter, pulled Wang Shi, and asked how Su Yan was doing, whether she was sad or not.

Wang Shi also answered patiently one by one.

...

Inside the study.

Su Jingzhi soaked the letter paper in the water, and those innocuous greetings quickly spread out in the water and gradually turned into a blank piece of paper.

He carefully took out the soaked letter paper, spread it on the table, and sprayed the special potion.

When the warm air in the room gradually evaporates the water vapor on the paper.

The disappearing handwriting slowly reappeared.

Su Jingyi had ten lines in his eyes, and after reading all of them, a ruthless flash quickly flashed across his eyes.

He raised his hand slightly, the candle flickered, and the flames gradually devoured the letters full of handwriting.

...

More than half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the weather was getting colder and colder.

Meng Yunniang had been in the imperial palace for more than a month, because she often couldn't get up in the morning, the emperor took pity on her and avoided her greetings.

Now in the harem, the resentment towards Meng Yunniang is getting heavier.

Su Yan sat in front of the open flower window, looked at the snow scene outside the window, and took a leisurely sip of the green shoots that were standing upright in the tea cup.

A small face that is more and more beautiful, is indescribably leisurely and comfortable.

Compared with her, Concubine Rong was not so calm.

Sitting in the palace, she was so angry that she almost cried, "Imperial Concubine, you just watched that bitch dominate the emperor? Since she entered the palace, the emperor has never entered the harem once, and has favored other concubines! When she did this, she hit not only our face, but also your face, imperial concubine!"

Concubine Rong pinched her handkerchief, her eyes reddened.

She has been haggard a lot these days, and the resentment in her eyes is getting deeper and deeper. In this deep palace, it is the most ridiculous thing to have feelings for the emperor.

Su Yan didn't speak. She put down the tea cup and pushed over the trays of snacks on the table.

"Why is Concubine Rong so angry, let's have some snacks."

There are flower cakes, hibiscus cakes, rose paste, etc., all of which are very common desserts.

Concubine Rong lost her appetite just by looking at it, her voice was crying, "Where is the appetite for the concubine? And don't you feel uncomfortable, madam? Since the emperor returned to the palace, has he visited you once?"

"This is the emperor's own choice, isn't it? The whole world belongs to the emperor. If he wants a woman, how could anyone refuse?" Su Yan supported Sai and chuckled. She looked at Concubine Rong, and reached out her hand to caress it with pity. He stroked the red plum in the vase and sighed softly, "It's so pitiful, Concubine Rong, look at this plum blossom. It lost its nutrients and soon withered away. I feel distressed when I look at it."