Male God, a Little Su

Chapter 1460: The Poor and Beautiful Love Story of the

  Chapter 1460 The dark guard's poignant love story 79

   "Why help me? How can I trust you?"

"I knew you would ask that. Since the second brother can ask this sentence, it is thoughtful. Uncle told me to bring this." He took out a token and placed it in front of Song Chaojiu, "I Naturally, I also thought about that position, but I have to admit that I am inferior to you over the years."

  He put down the token and walked out slowly.

   "By the way, I have another news here. Last night, the emperor had an emergency. He called a hospital in the middle of the night to check it out. How much time do we have?"

  Song Chaojiu's body became stiff, and Song Qinglan's figure had long since disappeared.

  The drunkenness on his body was blown away by the wind, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back. When he was blown by the wind, he shivered firmly.

  Song Chaojiu rubbed the token in his hand, the light in his eyes was a little stronger.

  Do you want to do it?

  *

  The next day, news broke that the emperor was seriously ill and ordered the prince to supervise the country.

  The material is cold in spring, but it is still cold at first warmth.

  Su Yan was lying on the bed all day long, unwilling to go down, rubbing her waist at this time, splashing ink on her head as if the blue silk was scattered on the bed, and she sighed silently.

  【Hey, it’s not working, it’s not working, I’m getting older, and I’m going to fall apart after tossing it down. 】

  Ding, the system is online.

  04: [Really? I thought your host would like it very much. 】

  Su Yan: [Oh, I like it, but, you know, everything has to be a degree, right? 】

  04 hasn’t spoken yet, Su Yan has spoken again, [Oh yes, you are the system, you really don’t understand. 】

  04: 【……】

  He shouldn't be online, now Master Host has no lower limit.

  Su Yan hugged the pillow and rolled. There was still a red mark on her wrist. When her sleeves were turned up, she could see dense hickeys. While making the scalp numb, I wonder, how possessive should this person be?

  Zheliu walked in to see this scene and couldn't help but smile.

   "It's rare to see you when you are so childish, do you want to go for a walk?"

  Su Yan shook her head, "No, I would like to hear more about something interesting in Beijing recently."

  Zheliu: "...have to listen?"

Seeing Su Yan nodded, she sighed helplessly.

  "It's windy today, so don't go out. Get up and eat something first. I will tell you what you want to know later."

  What Su Yan needs to know is that it’s definitely not Li Jiadan, the host parent.

  What she wants to know is how Song Chaojiu is doing now.

  Su Yan didn't want to kill him, but wanted to make him die.

  *

  The emperor’s body day after day, the wedding originally scheduled for February was held in late January.

   is very sudden, but it can also be attributed to the emperor's body getting worse and worse. He wants to be upset with joy and sees his son getting married by the way.

  Su Yan sat in front of the dressing table, looked at her exquisite makeup in the mirror, raised her hand and touched the huge pearl on the phoenix crown, "Is this married?"

  There is still some unreal feeling.

  Zheliu nodded, a little sincere in his smile.

   "Yes, it's actually quite good. No words, if you can... you might try to accept your Highness."

  It will be much better.

  Su Yan smiled at the words and nodded, "Okay!"

   "I have to take it seriously."

  A clear voice suddenly came. Su Yan didn't turn her head back, so she knelt around and shouted to see His Royal Highness.

  Someone hugged her from behind, put her chin on her shoulder, and looked at her through the mirror.

  The eyes of the two meet.

  (End of this chapter)