The male god is cold and cold for 4 years

Today is the birthday of the Emperor of Heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven sitting at the top glanced at his sons one by one. The six sons in front of him were all radiant, but the youngest son looked depressed and wiped the corners of his lips from time to time. Nu, the other sons are all promising, only this Luo Xiaoyong, after a divination when he was born, he thought that he was a lovely daughter, and the Queen of Heaven happily prepared a lot of things for girls. She still pampered this little son so lawlessly, yet he developed such a naughty temper!

The Emperor of Heaven once mentioned Luo Xiaoyong's education to his wife, but the Queen of Heaven hugged Luo Xiaoyong tightly, as if she wanted to fight him desperately, "From the eldest to the sixth, everyone was taught by you. , I have learned the skills, but I have developed a cold temper like yours. How can my Xiao Qi be so sensitive to the cold and the warm.

Qingshu Shenjun said lightly: "The Seventh Prince is smart and aura, but his temper is a bit reckless."

exactly.

The Emperor of Heaven tentatively asked again, "Qingshu, what do you think of the marriage contract you made with Xiao Qi back then?"

"I never break my promise." Qingshu Shenjun lowered his brows and eyes slightly, but suddenly thought of the scene when he was still a teenager, the frail queen smiled softly and sent the small and soft Luo Xiaoyong into his arms.

The child's eyes are the most pure and flawless, and his shadow is reflected in the clear eyes, all of them are him.

……

On his birthday, after drinking for three rounds, Luo Xiaoyong suddenly felt a little dizzy, and wanted to go for a walk to relieve his drunkenness. The attendant next to him graciously supported him and said, "Seventh Prince, be careful."

Not long after he walked out of the garden, the cold wind was blowing in his face. He became a little sober, and saw a graceful and beautiful figure in front of him, who seemed to be waiting for him.

"Fairy Sheyue?" Luo Xiaoyong called out tentatively, the figure slowly turned around, his face blushed uncontrollably, "Just now before the banquet... I'm really sorry..."

Fairy Sheyue shook her head slightly, walked towards him, and took over from the attendant next to her, "Let me take care of the Seventh Prince, you go back first."

Fairy Sheyue held him in her arms, pulled down her flowing sleeves, and said in a low voice, "Luo Xiaoyong, do you like me?"

Luo Xiaoyong nodded honestly, with bright eyes, "Of course I like it."

Fairy Sheyue's breath came close to his ear, "But you have a marriage contract with Lord Qingshu, and he seems to regard you as his own."

"I won't be with him!" Luo Xiaoyong gritted his teeth, and Fairy Sheyue's words seemed to have a bit of bewitching power, "Actually, if you want to get rid of the control of Qingshu, there is a very simple thing to do." The best way is to let him fall in love with someone else..."

"It makes sense, fairy, you are so smart." Luo Xiaoyong thought for a while and said: "But... Qingshu is so cold, how can he find someone he can fall in love with?"

"You don't need to bother to find that kind of person, just make one yourself." Fairy Sheyue brushed his face and body with her sleeve, and hugged him horizontally, "Go, go to make up."

Luo Xiaoyong felt that his body seemed to have become much smaller. He stared at his hands and feet in a daze, and spoke in a somewhat angry tone, "Fairy, why do you want me to look like a girl?!"

Fairy Sheyue tightly clenched his thin wrist, "Don't move around."

The corners of his lips were covered with rouge, Fairy Sheyue touched his face lightly, and smiled with satisfaction, "Okay."

Luo Xiaoyong looked at himself in the mirror, he was both familiar and unfamiliar, if he had to say, his current appearance was a bit similar to the precious daughter that the queen mother always talked about all the time.

Fairy Sheyue picked him up again, Luo Xiaoyong felt dizzy, and asked casually, "Fairy, where are you taking me?"

"Hey, go to bed first." Xiubai's jade hands covered his eyes, blocking his consciousness.

……

When Luo Xiaoyong woke up, there was a soft bed under him. The slight pain from the hangover made him sit up shaking his head uncomfortably, and his neck was immediately choked!

Raising his head in suffocation, Luo Xiaoyong was stunned for a moment when he met a pair of extremely familiar eyes, it was Qingshu Shenjun!

However, the Qingshu Shenjun at this time is not quite the same as what he usually sees. He seems to be emotionally unstable, and there is a faint hint of... panic?

Luo Xiaoyong looked down at himself again, the slender and beautiful maid's clothes, the snow-white bare feet, the delicate skin was full of red marks from being ravaged, and the fabric under the neckline had been slightly unraveled due to the struggle. ...

Qingshu Shenjun withdrew his hand suddenly, Luo Xiaoyong seemed to suddenly understand Fairy Sheyue's plan last night, his eyes turned red, and he began to cry in harmony with the atmosphere.

Crystal clear teardrops dripped on the quilt, Qingshu Shenjun walked out with a flick of his sleeves, and after a while, he opened the door and came in again, throwing a new set of clothes in front of him.

what does this mean?You slept with a girl, and you sent her away with just one piece of clothing?

Luo Xiaoyong was almost shocked by Shenjun Qingshu's heartlessness, stood up angrily, glared at the other party, and limped out. This look fell into the eyes of Shenjun Qingshu, and his expression darkened Shen, pulled him back again.

"Let go of me!" Luo Xiaoyong wanted to resist him subconsciously, but the next moment he suddenly realized the current situation, his voice softened immediately, with tears in his eyes, "Let go of me..."

"Last night..." Qingshu Shenjun suddenly stopped talking, the body in his arms was too petite, his face was beautiful, and the outline of his face was surprisingly similar to that of Tianhou, a bit like, when Luo Xiaoyong was not born, he occasionally imagined Yes, the appearance of my future wife...

His eyes were in a daze for a moment, Luo Xiaoyong seized the opportunity, and spared no effort to add insult to injury, with red eyes he said aggrievedly: "Last night, the god made me feel so hurt..."

"Bang!" With a sound, before Luo Xiaoyong could react, Qingshu Shenjun had already slammed the door and left, probably looking for a quiet place.

Luo Xiaoyong poked his head out and wanted to go out, but a guard outside stopped him, "The god has ordered you not to let you leave without authorization."

He had no choice but to return to the room bored, not long after, a female doctor came to treat his wounds, Luo Xiaoyong was afraid of being exposed, so he covered his collar and said, "No!"

The female doctor said worriedly: "Shenjun's physique is unusual, ordinary little immortals can't bear it, and may cause future troubles."

Luo Xiaoyong said angrily: "Anyway, the god is unwilling to take responsibility, so I might as well just die of illness."

The female doctor hurriedly persuaded: "Miss Zhaozhao, don't make things difficult for your body like this. Shenjun was drunk and confused for a while. He has already gone to talk to Fairy Sheyue, and wants to make up for you as much as possible."