The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Cintiq, amnesty the world.

Cintiq is the son of King Huan.

He's young, he looks good, he's only in his early twenties.

He was dressed in a yellow robe and looked handsome. He looked good.

Night is coming.

Above the palace feast, the throne comes first.

The second is a little down, to the left, where Yu Wenxu is sitting.

In a black robe, he was next to the throne at the nearest table.

Su Yan sat next to Yu Wenxu, his attention was all on that table.

But a little bit she saw.

Junior eunuch.

Everyone knelt and bowed, except Yu Wenxu, who sat in a wheelchair motionless.

Even the Cintiq made a noise, avoiding his kneeling.

Even the ones with the Su cigarettes were spared.

When the banquet begins, sing and dance on the high stage, carry songs and dance.

Pleasant everywhere.

Su Smoke lowered his head, wore a white coat, and shook his head with a tread.

Eat the food on the table, one by one.

Well, this golden filament is delicious.

Well, this chicken soup is delicious too.

Half an hour later.

Half the food on this table has been emptied.

Look at the table next to you, it's almost untouched.

After all, this is a palace banquet. Everyone is polite. How dare anyone take this place seriously and throw away the food?

Well, Su Smoke did.

Ignoring the people, there is nothing but food in their eyes.

Wait till she wants to keep eating.

Yu Wenxu smiled and put it on her ear.

“Rest before you eat? ”

Su Yan looked up at him and he held her waist without taboo.

And she had a piece of rose pastry in her hand.

Think about it, as if he hasn't eaten yet.

She pinched the rose pastry,

“Want some? ”

By the time I asked, it had been delivered to his lips.

Historically, as long as Su Yan gave it to him, he never refused anything.

While feeding, Su Smoke touched his wheelchair.

Reminds me of something.

“How are you, your legs? ”

Today, two days have passed, and twelve hours have passed.

Why is he still making wheelchairs?

Yu Wenxu couldn't help but pinch her cheek.

“I've been poisoned for some years, so maybe it'll take a while. ”

Su Yan listened to his answer and asked Xiaohua.

Xiaohua hesitated to give such an answer.

“Host, he's been poisoned for years, and naturally there's no way to compare him to someone who's just been poisoned. ”

Su Smoke had reason to listen.

Yu Wenxu pulled her hand,

“Eat. ”

Su Smoke lowered his head and found that the dishes had been changed again.

The mess she had just eaten at the table had been removed.

The alluring scent is brand new.

Su Yan suddenly had an appetite.

Sit down and continue eating.

At the bottom of the staircase, Xuanqing looked at the scene with complex eyes.

Turns out she's already a princess.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't be one of her own.

This loss is even more painful than being scolded by the Empress.

Since that day the flowers of the Imperial Palace met.

And the woman startled me.

For so many days, he wanted to see her again.

But I didn't think it would happen this way.

When I think about it, I take the liquor and drink it up.

However, was she willing or forced to marry Yu Wenxu?

Yes, he is very heavily weighted.

But he was a cripple.

I'm sure no woman would be willing to follow a cripple.

Besides, the feast has been going on for almost an hour.

She rarely looked up to talk to him, mostly just buried herself.

Yes, in resistance?