The host is broken

Chapter 602 Female Phase (8)

The fire in the dream will never go out, and those ferocious curses will never disappear.

Su Shumo's ears were always filled with people's angry curses. They were cursing the god who protected them with the utmost malice and hatred.

But Su Shumo didn't care, she was used to it, she was just looking for that faint cry that was too weak to be ignored.

Who is crying, why crying, why crying so desperate and sad, like being abandoned.

"Go to hell, such a god has no meaning to exist..."

"We don't want such a god, kill her!"

"Burn her, burn her!"

"go to hell!"

But the sound of angry cursing and cursing was too loud, and soon the crying was covered up, and Su Shumo couldn't hear it anyway.

In the dreamland filled with flames, she searched with difficulty, but the flames were so dazzling that Su Shu couldn't find it.

Waking up from the dream, the sky was still dark, Yu Xiu hadn't woken up yet, and Su Shumo got up.

It snowed at night, and there was a thick layer of snow outside, which creaked when stepped on.

Su Shumo opened the courtyard door, but saw a cyan figure disappearing from the farthest point of sight.

Nothing happened, Su Shumo followed.

Qing Lun was very cautious, always wary of being followed, turned left and right, and he arrived at a courtyard of the Nuxiang Mansion, which had long been deserted.

There was a man in black in the yard. When he saw Qing Lun appearing, he didn't take off his mask, but his accent showed that he was not from the capital:

"Bring something?"

Qing Lun took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to the man in black.

After the man in black took the letter, he left the Prime Minister's Mansion neatly without stopping.

After Qing Lun was sure that the man in black was safe, he turned around carefully and went back.

Su Shumo came out of the dark after Qinglun left, looked at the direction the man in black left, and thought about the letter Qinglun handed over, it was really boring.

Regardless of whether it is female or male, intrigue is inevitable, alas, a headache.

Not long after Yu Xiu married into the female minister's mansion, it was the end of the year, and the empress held a dinner party in the palace to celebrate the end of the year and welcome the arrival of the new year.

And those sons who are not yet married have prepared their talents early on, and are ready to show off their splendor at the dinner party. It would be the best if they can catch the eyes of any imperial daughter and become her husband.

In front of the female prime minister's mansion, Qing Lun saw that Yu Xiu was also supported into the carriage by Su Shumo, feeling unhappy, but in front of Su Shumo, he couldn't say anything, just said:

"If I knew Yu Xiu was going, I would have asked someone to prepare another carriage."

"Well, prepare one more next time, and you have one alone."

Su Shumo agreed with Qinglun's proposal.

Because the smell of powder on Qing Lun's body is too strong, it has already affected her to smell the milk fragrance emanating from Yu Xiu's soul.

Qing Lun's face froze, he glanced sideways at Yu Xiu, and stopped talking.

The palace soon arrived, Qing Lun and Yu Xiu were men, and it was inconvenient to be with Su Shumo, so they were guided by the palace staff to the place where the women were joking and having fun.

Everyone in the capital knew that Qing Lun was married by a woman by all means, so when Qing Lun appeared, it was inevitable that there would be another burst of flattery, but it was Yu Xiu, but no one talked to him.

Seeing Yu Xiu being left out in the cold, Qing Lun was very proud, and vented his anger over the past few days.

"Mr. Qing Lun, and the daughter-in-law is marrying someone else, why don't you look angry at all?"

A minister asked openly, but he didn't know if he was genuinely curious, or because he was jealous of Qinglun, so he asked this question on purpose to provoke him.

Qing Lun smiled indifferently: "The matter of the mistress marrying another is just that the mistress is angry with me."

The implication is that the purpose of marrying Yu Xiu is to make him jealous.

Everyone couldn't tell whether it was true or not, so they said oh, they believed it.

The dinner party started soon, and the male relatives returned to their wives again. Qing Lun and Yu Xiu just sat down on Su Shumo's left and right.

In the hall of the dinner party, the candles were brightly lit, and the singing and dancing were very lively.

Those unmarried sons tried their best to win the favor of the queens or ladies present.

"Your Majesty, we have already performed, why don't you ask Mr. Yu Xiu to perform one too."

There is a son of a minister's family who proposes.

Someone stood up and followed suit.

Yu Xiu's complexion was not very good, not to mention that he can't dance, even if he can dance, he is already married, how can he dance in public, they obviously want to embarrass him.

But the empress was present, and it was hard for him to refuse, so Yu Xiu had no choice but to stand up and say:

"I'm not in good health today, I can't dance well, I'm afraid it will spoil the interest of the empress and everyone."

"Mr. Yu Xiu probably doesn't want to dance. Mr. Yu Xiu's father shocked the world when he danced back then. Today, the empress is here. Mr. Yu Xiu should not refuse again."

That person was bought by Qing Lun long ago, and he vowed to make Yu Xiu make a fool of himself at the dinner party.

The empress also seemed to think of Yu Xiu's father's neon clothes dance back then, and looked at Yu Xiu expectantly.

Difficult to advance or retreat, Yu Xiu clenched his fingers and bit his lips, his face was a little pale.

Qing Lun looked coldly at Yu Xiu who was embarrassed by everyone, with a smile hidden in his eyes.

The female emperor's gaze was so intense that Yu Xiu's scalp felt numb from being stared at, so he had no choice but to pinch his ten fingers and point it out.

When his father was alive, he also taught him some neon dress dance steps. Although he didn't like to dance, he could still get by by following the gourd painting.

The moment Yu Xiu stepped out, his sleeve was grabbed by someone. Yu Xiu lowered his head in surprise, and met a pair of dark but intimidating eyes:

"The real people dance, are you qualified to watch?"

Su Shumo's voice was not loud, but in the main hall, there was an echo in the valley, which shook the hearts of everyone present.

She curled the corners of her lips slightly, looking at the person who proposed first, with a half-smile, but there was a coldness emanating from her thick, dark eyes.

When I met her eyes, it was like falling into a bottomless abyss, horror and despair surrounded me in an instant.

The man panicked: "I... my lady... I just..."

She faltered, unable to utter a complete sentence because of fear.

And everyone in the hall was also a little surprised that Su Shumo would protect a well-known ugly man in the capital. People looked at Qing Lun beside her, and couldn't figure out what she was thinking for a while.

Seeing that everyone looked at him suspiciously, Qing Lun clenched his fingers tightly under his long sleeves, but there was no abnormality on his face. He looked at Su Shumo and said quietly:
"Female minister, today is a big day, let Yu Xiu cheer for everyone."

When Qing Lun said this, he didn't know what to do. He was afraid that Su Shu would refuse at the beginning, but if he didn't say it, everyone in the capital would know that he fell out of favor.

But he didn't know that as soon as he uttered these words, Su Shumo's next words seemed to put him in a place where he could never be restored:

"Why don't you go, you can sing and dance when you are in Yihong Courtyard, you can add to the fun."

　I love you, good night, okay?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)