Chapter 275 The Queen's Favorite Husband (2)

   The villain Su Xian in this novel is the servant of the original owner.

  The original owner, Yan Shiyou, was the only servant in the backyard. It wasn't that she didn't like beautiful men, but that she didn't meet the one she liked.

  Su Xian's father was a man who was snatched by General Su Mei when he attacked other countries in his early years, and his status was not high.

  There are many children in the general's house, and the Dayan Dynasty prioritized women over men, so General Su Mei didn't pay much attention to this son, and just found a few honest servants to raise Su Xian until he was three or four years old.

   When he was four or five years old, General Su Mei suddenly found out that her son was indeed good-looking. He was carved in pink and jade, and he was carved in the same mold as his grandfather.

   With his appearance, he might be able to give the queen to be a servant or something in the future.

   As a result, General Su Mei began to pay attention to Su Xian, and the cost of food and clothing was much better than that of other sons.

  Su Xian was treated so favorably, and the other sons couldn't stand it anymore. Several people secretly united to bully him. His father died early, and there was no one to help him in the mansion.

  Su Xian grew up and became the most beautiful man in the capital, and was snatched back by the original owner to serve as a servant.

   On the day of the wedding, Su Xianning refused to obey, and was punished by Yan Shiyou to kneel in the snow in the winter, and later her legs were frozen.

  Yan Shiyou randomly found a dilapidated yard to raise this beauty with crippled legs.

  The servants in the house saw that he was easy to bully, so they beat and scolded him at every turn. Later, he succeeded in blackening, and even joined the heroine to bring down Yan Shiyou.

  Those who insulted him were also tortured by his cruel methods.

   Shiyou rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "Where's Su Xian?"

   Maid Linglong: "Your Highness, didn't you punish Shijun Su to kneel outside the door?"

   Shiyou asked again: "What did he do to make me angry?"

  Linglong was obviously worried: "Your Highness, do you want the imperial physician to take a good look at your head, but what's wrong?"

   I may have lost my memory. Shi You was talking nonsense seriously, "Well, I must have lost my memory, and I can't remember many things clearly. "

   "So what exactly did he do?"

  Linglong observed her expression: "His Royal Highness's head was knocked to the ground by Su Shijun. The imperial doctor said that the wound is deep and may leave scars..."

   Shiyou got up: "I'll go out and see him."

   "His Royal Highness, it's windy outside, put on a cape." Linglong put a snow-white fox fur on Shiyou.

   The rustling snowflakes fluttered outside.

   Kneeling in the snow was Su Xian in a red wedding dress.

   The current Su Xian is pitiful, helpless, and weak; the future Su Xian will be strong, ruthless, and paranoid. In the end, it is the original owner who harmed him.

  Shiyou saw a snowman sitting there as soon as he went out, his hair was messed up by the wind, as if he had been ravaged by someone.

  The boy was pale and his eyes were tightly closed, Ren Bingxue buried him, motionless.

   His face was pale and gray, and there was not a trace of blood on his lips.

   A cold fairy, with a teary mole under his eyes.

   With his pale and handsome face, there is a sense of dejected beauty for no reason.

   Shiyou was startled and pulled him up from the snow with all his strength, and Su Xian, who was like an ice cube, fell into her arms just like that.

   Shiyou touched his face, which was terribly cold.

   Shiyou turned his back to the outside, blocked the wind and snow, took the man into his arms, and took off the snow-white fox fur on his body to wrap him.

   Shiyou touched the boy's pulse, making sure it was still beating, and heaved a sigh of relief.

   "Xuanyu doctor, prepare some more hot water."

   Shiyou's voice pierced through the rustling snowflakes, and became cold.

   "Yes, Your Highness."

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   (end of this chapter)