Male God, a Little Su

"Go and prepare water, this palace wants to take a bath."

Su Yan raised her chin, and when she had seen enough of the play, she commanded Du Chuan.

Xiao Qinghe's touch made her feel disgusted, such a man was something she couldn't look down on at any time.

He has neither the ability to lead troops to fight, nor the virtuousness of a wise king, but he has learned the trick of being a foolish monarch who is jealous of the virtuous.

If he can be upright, Su Rou also respects him as a man.

Sure enough, if these so-called male and female protagonists really exist in the world, it is definitely not something a brain can express.

"Master, wait a moment."

After Duchuan finished speaking, he suddenly picked up the dagger on the ground, got up and walked towards where Xiao Qinghe was.

Su Yan raised her eyebrows, but did not stop her, her hands folded in her sleeves and she watched in awe.

It's a mess inside.

Duchuan felt extremely disgusting. This is the place of the goddess. In the past, it always exudes a delicate fragrance and is clean and tidy.

Now it's dirty with this scumbag.

He resisted the urge to plunge a knife into his heart, and his eyes were cold.

He raised his hand, slashed a knife on his wrist, and wiped it on the bed and Xiao Qinghe's body.

There was a bright red everywhere, and it was extremely dazzling.

When Su Yan saw it, she couldn't help frowning. She walked over and pinched his wrist, disapproving: "Why use your own blood?"

Injuring him, Su Rou will feel distressed.

As for this kind of dog man, Su Yan would not.

Feeling that the wound was being gently pinched by a small hand, Du Chuan bent his eyes in satisfaction, but did not dare to be too happy.

He avoided Su Yan's gaze and said softly, "The slave is not afraid of pain, as long as the master is fine."

If he didn't come in, Su Yan really thought of a way to create a feeling of falling red.

but--

She glanced at the blood on the bed and asked Du Chuan helplessly, "But is this blood too much??"

Du Chuan blinked calmly, "This will make him feel guilty."

At least, you can dare not face the empress for a while, and naturally you will not come to Weiyang Palace.

Of course, for the latter sentence, Du Chuan would never let Su Yan know his careful thoughts.

Su Yan: "..."

Sure enough, she shouldn't expect that one of that person's soul fragments will be normal.

Just don't know when all the pieces are merged into one person.

What kind of 'pervert' is that person supposed to be? ?

...

Wind and snow.

He Shuxi was shaken by the cold wind and woke up trembling.

He found himself leaning against the wall, and didn't know when he fell asleep. He vaguely felt that it was a bit weird, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt a throbbing pain in his head, and he couldn't remember the details at all.

"What's wrong with me?"

He frowned and asked in a low voice.

Chun Nuan and the others looked at each other, their hearts pounding. He didn't show the slightest sign on his face, he bowed his head respectfully.

Qiu Nuan, who was relatively calm in the spring, summer, autumn and winter, said: "My father-in-law doesn't know how to fall asleep, but the emperor is still inside. The emperor ordered, and it is not too late to wake you up."

"Yes, father-in-law, are you too tired? Go to the side hall and drink a cup of hot tea to ward off the cold, right?"

He Shuxi can only believe half of these prevarications.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at a few people, but he didn't see anything.

Suddenly, he noticed that there was no one next to him, and asked, "Where's the little eunuch named Du Chuan?"