Male God, a Little Su

In the blink of an eye it is another winter.

In the hall of Weiyang Hall, it was warmed by charcoal fire.

Du Chuan took off his cloak, shook off the snow on his body, and walked quickly towards the hall.

Now that he is the general manager, after Xiao Qinghe died, Su Yan released He Shuxi out of the palace and retired.

Before leaving, He Shuxi didn't believe that when the dust settled, he still had a chance to survive. When he saw the golden lock, He Shuxi knew that the lives of his family were all in Su Yan's hands. He personally ordered someone to beat the golden lock with longevity and gave it to his nephew.

He is a rootless person, and he can only live like this in this life, but the child is still so young.

But Su Yan didn't kill him.

Su Yan doesn't care whether these people will tell the truth, even if they do, what can be changed?

She is the one who controls the Dagan Dynasty, and she is also the one who sits on the country.

History has always been written only by the victors. Those so-called supporting roles just said, how many people will believe it?

This is also the reason why Su Yanhui is so generous.

A little palace maid was holding a cloak and followed Du Chuan step by step, her face flushed.

She blinked. The young man in front of her was tall and slender, wearing a hat inlaid with mink fur, and a black robe that outlined his thin waist.

As he walked, he strode meteors, and he was wrapped in a cold air.

Not like a eunuch, but more like a gentleman.

"How are you today, Niangniang?"

Du Chuan lowered his eyes, patted his sleeve, and kept walking.

Just as he was about to go to the inner hall, he saw Chun Nuan, who had matured a lot, hurriedly stood up to stop him, with a strange expression, "Duchuan, wait outside for a while, master she—"

"What's wrong with the master?" Du Chuan frowned, and looked up at Chunnuan lightly.

Chun Nuan smiled embarrassedly, a little embarrassed.

"Oh, why are you asking so much? If you are told to wait, you just wait!"

"But what the master ordered?"

Compared to two years ago, Du Chuan, who was already twenty years old, lost the greenness between his brows. The temperament is timeless and clear, standing like a straight green pine, the breath is restrained, and the control of emotions is more and more comfortable.

Du Chuan narrowed his eyes, not squint.

Seeing his calm appearance, Chun Nuan felt bitter in his heart, and this stinky boy became more and more incomprehensible. Being stared at by his gentle eyes made her feel uneasy.

"This, this is not..." She lowered her head and murmured in a low voice.

"Ah……"

Du Chuan hooked his thin lips, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "Since there is none, then I will go to see the master first. Sister Chunnuan can rest assured that the master will only punish me when he is angry, and he will never hurt you."

After saying that, he crossed the spring warmth, opened the curtain and walked inside.

Chun Nuan stomped her feet, rolled her eyes and muttered, "Master hurts you so much, will he be willing to punish you?"

In the end, isn't it all them?

She rolled her eyes, glanced at the little palace maid who followed Du Chuan in, and couldn't help frowning. Seeing her blushing little face, her eyes like Chunshui constantly looking in the direction of Duchuan's departure, her expression was even more dazed, her face sank.

It is undeniable that Duchuan's ability to handle affairs is Zhuo Yue, and his appearance is first-class, even the noble sons of princes and ministers can hardly match him. The little palace maid in this palace, seeing Duchuan, was unstable and really couldn't control it.

Rao was her, but at first she was coaxed around by Duchuan's harmless little face?