Male God, a Little Su

Chun Nuan and Qiu Nuan looked at each other.

Qiu Nuan stepped forward and said, "Just now, my mistress, Niangniang, told me to take a bath, so I ordered Duchuan to serve."

"Is it?"

He Shuxi raised his eyebrows, but couldn't find anything wrong.

In the palace, these eunuchs no longer belong to men when they are cleansed.

No one will treat them as men.

...

In the bath, Su Yan crouched by the pool made of suet jade, closed his eyes and rested.

The water surface is misty, the bright petals float on the water, and the red and the snow white form a sharp contrast.

In the fog, Su Yan's figure was not real, but it showed more and more hazy beauty.

Du Chuan gently picked up Su Ro's black hair and poured hot water over her shoulder.

He desperately suppressed his pounding heart, for fear that Su Yan would hear him and despise him.

But the more restrained, the more uncontrolled.

Those eyes, almost greedy, landed on Su Yan's sleeping face.

Dark light flowed in his eyes.

The eyebrows are like a distant mountain with Dai, and the skin is like a peach blossom with a smile.

Willow eyebrows, peach eyes. His cheeks were blushed by the heat, and his wet black hair was sticking to his cheeks, making his skin whiter and more like sebum. The whole person seems to be a peony flower in full bloom, so bright and charming to the extreme.

Tianxiang national color——

At this time, even if she was lying there without doing anything, she was already beautiful enough to be soul-stirring!

Du Chuan breathed lightly, for fear of disturbing her.

The movements became more gentle.

...

Xiao Qinghe seemed to be having a big dream, and the whole person felt uncomfortable.

He coughed and sat up halfway, enduring the headache.

When Ben's dazed eyes fell on the messy and tragic picture in front of him, his brain suddenly came to his senses.

here is--

In the Weiyang Hall, there was a loud shout.

"He Shuxi, get in here!!!"

He Shuxi was taken aback, he was dizzy from the cold wind, and when he heard Xiao Qinghe shouting with endless anger, he was so frightened that when he ran in, he stumbled over the threshold. Got a somersault.

But he didn't dare to stop for a moment, he hurriedly crawled all the way into the bedroom, kneeling under the bed tremblingly.

Before he could think about it, he kicked him head-on and kicked him again.

"Dog slave! Where is the imperial concubine?"

Seeing the blood-stained picture everywhere on the bed, Xiao Qinghe knew it was broken.

Su Yan is the daughter of General Zhenbei, not someone who can be played with at will.

But how could he—

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to think about it any more, and looking at He Shuxi's eyes, he wanted to strangle him, "What happened, please tell me carefully!"

The charming picture in the dream made Xiao Qing and Shisui know the taste.

But when he thought that the target was Su Yan, and the other party seemed to have been injured by him, he had a splitting headache and dared not think about it.

He Shuxi burst into tears when he heard it.

"Your Majesty, you forgot? As soon as you entered the Weiyang Palace, you kicked everyone out, and even kicked the imperial concubine's grandmother and vomited blood."

Xiao Qinghe closed his eyes, thinking of the absurd things he did, and felt even more annoyed.

"Dog slave! Don't I know about these? I'm asking you, what happened later!"

Those pictures are very blurry, but Xiao Qinghe has no doubt that the blood is not Su Rou's. If you think about it carefully, you won't be able to come up with it, but the feeling that makes him satiated and knows the taste of the marrow really exists.

Thinking of Su Yan's face that was about to cry and beg him, Xiao Qinghe pinched his brows.

He Shuxi trembled: "Your Majesty, the servants are guarding outside, I really don't know..."