Male God, a Little Su

Ronghua Hall is very close to Ganquan Palace. In the past, as long as she sat here, when Xiao Qinghe came, she could hear the sound of driving the car.

Bi Yu was stunned for a moment, then went out and asked a question.

After entering, his face was a little ugly.

"No?" Meng Yunniang raised her eyes and looked at Bi Yu's expression. Seeing her hesitating, she refused to tell the truth.

She groaned inwardly and pursed her lips.

"Who is it? Why don't you speak?!"

Seeing Meng Yunniang getting angry, Bi Yu fell to the ground with a plop. She lowered her head and said cautiously, "Yes, it's Concubine Rong..."

"It's her? How did she—"

Meng Yunniang was puzzled at first, but as she talked, she suddenly understood.

He smiled suddenly, but the smile was a little cold.

Yes, he is the emperor who is aloof, how could he really favor one person alone. Anyway, she has been trapped in the palace now, and she has been spoiled for more than a month, and she is afraid that she will be tired of it.

It is said that before, Concubine Rong was favored by Xiao Qinghe.

Now that I think about it, Xiao Qinghe still has some friendship with her, right?

"Niangniang, don't be sad, the emperor cares about you the most." Bi Yu couldn't bear to persuade.

"Turn off the lights, Ben Gong is tired and can't wait any longer."

After saying that, Meng Yunniang shook her head, turned and entered the bedroom.

There was something in the bottom of his eyes, which went out a little bit, and finally fell silent.

...

After so long, Du Chuan knelt on the ground.

Thick snow covered his body, and the purple eunuch uniform was worn on him, which made him feel cleaner than other eunuchs. Just like a little boy who secretly wore an eunuch's uniform, he was full of extravagance. He had been kneeling outside for half an hour, maintaining this motion without moving.

Back straight, eyes down.

The black crow feathers were dyed with a layer of snow white.

"This……"

"Where does this come from? Does he want to be frozen to death here?"

The two little eunuchs took a nap and were woken up by a gust of cold wind.

Seeing the thin young man in the yard still kneeling, motionless, as if the time has never changed. They only blinked, but in fact, half an hour had passed.

"Hey—little brother, are you still alive?"

A little eunuch walked over in trepidation and poked him with his hand.

Duchuan, who was in deep thought, opened his eyes suddenly, his dark eyes were particularly heavy in the night, as if he could not penetrate the half-light. Just staring straight at the little eunuch made people feel gloomy in an instant.

With his red lips and white teeth, soft and harmless face, completely two extremes.

"My mother..."

The little eunuch sat down on the ground in fright. He rubbed his eyes and pointed at him with tears in his eyes.

"You, you are so good, what are you doing to scare me?!"

Another little eunuch also walked over, and when he saw Du Chuan's face, his eyes flashed with surprise.

But it was this kind of eyes that made Du Chuan's eyes gradually fill with a thick sullen aura, wrapped in an obscure killing intent, and fell on the two little eunuchs.

"What are you doing?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, without the slightest warmth, as if he wanted to blend in with the surrounding relief.

It has nothing to do with his face.

"I, I..." The little eunuch felt his face start to heat up when he looked at him.

Du Chuan was disgusted to death, and he stared at him sullenly while pinching his palm, "Watch your eyes! Otherwise, I don't mind digging it out for you!"