Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the 20th year of Xuande's reign, Su's family residence.,Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she pounded on the locked door with all her might.,Cheng Ruijin walked step by step in front of Su Qingyu, his voice was gloomy: "Cousin, he's not incapable, he just can't when facing you."。