A tough little husband

Those who wear black robes, masks, scarves, and hats to cover their faces must be people with stories.

Han Zeyu clenched his fist and said, "Anyone who hides his true face and dares not show his true self to others is not a good person."

Su Shien shook his head helplessly: "How about you take off your nightgown first and put the golden mask back in the closet before you say this?"

Han Zeyu waved his hand generously: "Those who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters. I don't care about those empty names."

Su Shien understood him, and that was all he pursued, so he vowed to defend his equipment to the death.

Seeing the truth but not saying it out loud, they can still get by. Han Zeyu decided to give benefits to her sensible husband.

"Let me make you a couple's mask! Master Han made it all by hand, it looks amazing!"

Su Shien didn't care whether it looked good or not. He only had one very practical question: "Is it also made of pure gold?"

Han Zeyu was shocked: "Why are you so vulgar?"

Su Shien wanted to say that he was forced by life, but reason told him that if he told the truth, he would easily get beaten.

Therefore, Han Zeyu got a relatively satisfactory answer.

The golden mask is very good, symbolizing that the love between husband and wife is stronger than gold.

Su Shien stood with his hands folded, looking at the sunset in the sky. It was another beautiful day with his husband in harmony.

Tiezhu looked at Su Shien by the window and felt extremely envious.

The couple has been married for eight or nine years, and their relationship is still as good as ever, and they rarely quarrel.

The master is unreasonable and Su Ge is submissive. What a perfect match made in heaven.

He is almost twenty-three years old and still alone. When will this end?

In fact, Zhao Xun also wanted to yell, "When will this end?"

If there is really no other way, just give in. He is tired of this.

Han Zeyu, bored and full, was training horses in the yard, and from time to time he would glance at the two people chasing each other.

How come he never gets tired of watching it even though he watches it every day?

It turns out that love is only interesting when you watch other people fall in love.

He fled, he chased, but he couldn't escape even if he had wings. Tie Hanhan didn't understand Zhao Xun's sorrow, just like the day didn't understand the darkness of the night.

Su Shien came over to take the person away and told him to go back and wash up and not to cause trouble.

Su Shien held Yuger's left hand, and Master Han immediately switched to his right hand. After counting with his fingers, he concluded that the couple was not far from getting married.

"What's the difference?"

"There's still one step left."

The chase was entering its final stage, and Han Zeyu did not act as a catalyst, allowing them to continue struggling for a few more days.

Su Shien knew that someone just wanted to watch the fun, so he wouldn't comment too much.

Han Zeyu's life is colorful. He watches young couples playing and fighting at night, and writes his erotic storybook during the day.

He wrote about the male protagonist's white moonlight "returning to China" and discovering that his nephew had become his substitute. She angrily drew her sword and stabbed the male protagonist, but softened her heart at the last moment.

Su Shien peeked in and saw "The Marquis's Substitute Lover".

The cover has been drawn, and Jiang Mingyue has been completely defeated. If you can't beat them, then join them. It's at least a way out.

On the cover, the hero is staring at the beauty in red, but he suddenly transforms into a handsome young man traveling the world with a sword.

So the nephew who was a stand-in was just a cameo from beginning to end?

Han Zeyu noticed someone was peeping, and immediately gathered the manuscripts on the table and pressed them under his elbow: "Write your own, don't copy my ideas."

It was a great shame and humiliation. Su Shien stood up angrily and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Han Zeyu was very proud. All his emotions were controlled by him. His joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were all for him. He was such a little guy. He could easily control it.

Tiezhu looked at Su Ge's slightly heavy steps and knew that he must have been angry and left again.

That is to say, the master is alone in the study doing literary creation. This is a rare opportunity and should not be missed.

Tiezhu finally seized the opportunity and wanted to learn some tricks from his master, but Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared and intercepted him.

Ma Zhao came here to discuss something important.

After Prince Rui's funeral, the water-based mutant did not leave southern Yunnan and return to his own country. Instead, he moved next to the prince's palace. His treatment and status were significantly improved. He must have reached some kind of agreement with the prince.

As for the issue of succession to the royal palace, the prince has submitted two memorials in succession, reminding the emperor that it is time to issue an edict allowing him to inherit the throne.

Han Zeyu curled his lips. He didn't even want to act anymore, he really couldn't wait.

Thinking about the story he was writing, Han Zeyu felt it was necessary to pay attention to the prototype of the protagonist.

"Is there any movement for that wood-type mutant?"

Su Shien heard this annoying question as soon as she entered the room. Such a beautiful woman is really always being targeted by perverts.

Han Zeyu looked straight ahead, it was all for work, he had no personal feelings involved.

Ma Zhao glanced at Su Shien and said helplessly, "I heard that a wood-type superpower fell from a tree while practicing his superpowers."

Falling from a tree? Han Zeyu coughed lightly. He couldn't be blamed for this. His intentions were good.

Su Shien looked gloating, he really deserved it.

Han Zeyu quickly asked the question that concerned him most: "Did the man land face first when he fell? Was he disfigured?"

Ma Zhao was confused: "Not really, it's just a scratch, just a superficial injury."

Han Zeyu sighed, "Stupid beauty."

Su Shien glanced at someone dimly, telling him to be careful with his words and actions.

Han Zeyu immediately changed her words: "Big breasts, no brains."

Su Shien was too lazy to pay attention to that breastless, brainless pervert and turned to chat with Ma Zhao.

"When will Xiao Hongjin take over the throne?"

"March 3rd."

He knew the answer to this question, and Han Zeyu immediately responded, "It's the Water Splashing Festival."

Ma Zhao nodded. The purpose of the activities held during the Dai New Year is to pray for blessings, purification, and celebrate the new life.

Han Zeyu, who loves to show off, particularly likes this kind of activities. He even bought some ethnic costumes for this purpose. It's a pity that he can only wear them once a year.

Su Shien thought it was okay. Occasionally, when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, someone would take off their clothes on a whim and show them to him.

Keke, get back to business.

"Our ancestors' rule is to establish the eldest son as the heir, but it doesn't say it has to be the eldest son!"

Ma Zhao was puzzled. What else could it be?

Han Zeyu understood: "You mean to bypass the eldest son and directly let the eldest grandson take the throne?"

Ma Zhao gasped when he heard this. The civil servants were so cruel!

Xiao Hongjin's eldest son was only fourteen years old. He was neither too old nor too young, and was just qualified to inherit the throne.

"In this case, will Xiao Hongjin take the opportunity to sideline the eldest son? If he is more ruthless, will he..."

Han Zeyu made a gesture of wiping his neck with his hand.

Ma Zhao couldn't even breathe in the cool air. It turned out that two kinds of people couldn't sleep in the same bed.

Su Shien shook his head in denial: "I meant to let Your Majesty make a feint, and use it as a bargaining chip. If Xiao Hongjin wants to succeed to the throne smoothly, he must show his sincerity."

Good student Han Zeyu raised his hand to answer: "In the adult world, if you want something, you have to exchange it for something of equal value, like paying your taxes first."

Ma Zhao left the Tongpan Mansion in a daze. He never expected that things would turn out like that.

Ma Zhuoan, who was forgotten in Tongpan Mansion, stretched out his evil little hands and fed candy to the handsome Xiao Hei.

Han Zeyu felt that Ma Zhao did it on purpose and was trying to sow discord between the father and son in a particularly sinister way.

"An An, where is your father?"

"I don't know, I don't care, it doesn't matter."

He is so talented at such a young age that Han Zeyu has to admit defeat.

Su Shien smiled kindly: "Zhuo An, how far did you get in reciting the Three Character Classic I taught you last time?"

Little An An turned stiffly around and said aggrievedly, "Master Su, my father must be looking for me everywhere. Could you trouble Brother Ze Li to send me back?"

Su Shien was speechless. Another naughty kid who hated studying...