Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 675
Looking at each other through the blurry rain curtain.

His eyes were cold, full of Jian'an's late night rain, but he couldn't hold her.

Even if he was kneeling there, drenched in the cold rain all night, his aura was not inferior.

With that look, it seemed that in the next second, his sword would slash across her throat and pierce her heart. Su Qingan felt the long-lost blood boil, and even her chest swelled up, tasting the taste of being alive.

It's Cen Zhou.

"Princess, why did you open the window? It's windy at night, and you can't stand the cold..." Ruosu worried, and wanted to close the window for her.

She has been with Su Qing'an for more than ten years, and Su Qing'an is very tolerant to her, but she just shook her head lightly and said, "No problem."

After all, it's a broken body, and it can't take care of it after so many years, so what's the point of getting wet?
Su Qing'an's tone was extremely light, but contained an undeniable sense of oppression, which made Ruosu not dare to offend her anymore, so she had no choice but to wrap the cloak around her for her.

The ring of fiery red fox's soft fluff surrounded the girl's exposed slender neck, snuggling against the pale and almost fragile skin blood vessels, as if it would break if folded.

Perhaps it was because she was going to sleep, so she didn't tie her hair up, and let the three thousand blue strands hang behind her under the dim candlelight, and the cool and fine rain fell on her body, occasionally flicking a few strands of black hair.

Covering the eyes that are as quiet as the sea.

Instead, it floated down gently, soft and docile.

Su Qingan leaned sideways in front of the window, her chin resting on her white fingertips, and looked at the boy with a smile.

The other party's gaze didn't dodge or back down, like a sharp blade piercing through the increasingly severe cold rain, looking straight at her.

There is no charm in the eyes, it is not the eyes between lovers.

Su Qing'an couldn't see Cen Zhou's face clearly, but he could see his eyes clearly.

How dare you forget?

She once cut him off on a whim!He was once imprisoned in an inch of the world with the power of a princess!He used all kinds of means to make him succumb and break his bones!

Didn't that lonely and free Jianghu swordsman become the only hidden guard in the Princess Mansion in the end?

It is a pity that people are imprisoned, but they cannot be imprisoned.

Let her think about how these eyes looked at her in her last life.

Always cold and indifferent, without desire or desire, without staying for a moment, and not having a moment of blasphemous lust.

Accompanying each other for a year, you won't be able to change your face, you can't be more than a stranger, but in the same rainy night, in the palace where the blood flowed like a river...

how?

Su Qing'an suddenly became dazed, and felt the excruciating pain was unbearable. The bone-piercing pain pierced by thousands of arrows was like an old dream, entangled in the marrow of the bone, making life worse than death.

Scenes before death flashed chaotically in front of her eyes like a horse watching a lantern. She still remembered the blood and malice before her death, as if she had captured a familiar figure in black from her memory, and felt ridiculous in an instant.

He had clearly left on the day when he was forced into the palace, so how could he appear in the palace?

"Cen Zhou..."

At this moment, back to a year ago, when they first met, Su Qingan leaned against the window, looking at his figure in the heavy rain, whispering his name between her lips and teeth.

"Cen Zhou..."

These two words appeared on this rainy night after pouring blood and heartbeat.

The rain is pattering, and the branches and flowers are swaying.

She paused every word, her voice floating in the air.

"The peach blossoms are blooming in March."

She has come back!

"Princess." Ruosu followed her line of sight and looked out, just in time to see the kneeling straight figure, with a trace of unbearable glint in his eyes, and whispered: "That day Cen Zhou also cared about Miss Zhang's life, since he was from another family , you want dark guards, how about picking a few from the dark camp?"

"Miss Zhang?" Su Qingan asked in an unclear manner.

"Did the princess forget what happened in the peach forest that day?" Ruosu smiled.

Su Qing'an still remembered that in her last life, she had never seen him, and he knelt outside all night with a high fever, so he refused to enter the mansion in order to resist her will.

How can a swordsman who is used to being free and unrestrained accept others as masters?

But he is willing to stay by Zhang Shuliang's side.

It's puzzling, until before he died, Su Qing'an didn't know the reason why he did this, and he never had a heart-to-heart talk, so what is the end of the talk.

She knew his name, that's all, where he came from, where he was going, who his parents were, and what the purpose of coming to the capital was.

There are no people in the world who appear out of thin air.

Blank itself is the original sin.

"How long has it been?"

"Almost five hours."

Su Qingan ordered: "Bring an umbrella."

Ruosu is slightly startled, and should go down.

The plain white embroidered shoes stepped out of the inner hall, walked out step by step, stepped over the threshold, and stepped in the rain.

Puddles are piled up on the bluestone slabs, the rain is still falling, the mountains and birds in the distance are picturesque, and the night is dark.

The pair of embroidered shoes stopped in front of a person.

The boy was dressed in black and was soaked in the rain. He knelt on the ground with one knee, his back was straightened, his whole face was hidden in the darkness, and the raindrops dripped along his clear and sharp jawline.

Su Qing stood quietly in front of him, only a short distance away, Ruosu next to her was holding an umbrella for her, and the red cloak was fluttering in the wind, while she lowered her eyes, looking from top to bottom He carefully looked at Cen Zhou's eyebrows.

His bones are very cold, with a kind of tough chivalry, but he also has a three-point alienated youthful air, but tonight, the color contrasts, the rain falls from the long black eyelashes, and the eyebrows and eyes are like glaciers that never melt. No one in Jian'an City can compare , is a look that makes people excited and intimidating at first glance.

Known for his sword, he has excellent bones.

These are rumors from the outside world.

Su Qingan knew.

He has a scar on his left ear from a childhood fight.

His heart is colder than his person.

never changed.

"Cen Zhou."

Su Qing'an chanted his name again, probably speaking too many times, her tone was elegant and lazy, and it also contained the noble coercion of the royal family.

The voice fell into the rain, and it was an orderly tone: "Raise your head."

He was indifferent.

There was a long silence.

"Whatever the princess asks you to do--" Ruosu next to him scolded.

Before he could finish speaking, Su Qingan stopped him.

His slender, pale fingers covered the handle of the oil-paper umbrella, and with a slight force, he gradually tilted towards the person kneeling on the ground.

The rain fell on the oil-paper umbrella, and then rolled down from the eaves of the umbrella, accommodating the two of them and isolating another world.

"You want to see Ben Gong?"

A gentle voice fell from the top of his head.

The rain no longer falls on the shoulders.

Cen Zhou finally raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

She stood under an umbrella on a rainy night, with a white skirt, a red cloak, the color of blood, and an unbelievably thin figure. Behind her was the cold and solemn Princess Mansion, and the lamps swaying from side to side under the eaves.

The continuous rain and mist engulfed her tender face, the pupils of her eyes were a very light glass color, and there was a scarlet tear mole in the corner of her right eye, which added an indescribable charm to the fairy-like eyebrows and eyes.

"Princess, please take it back."

"Why?"

"Princess, golden branches and jade leaves, I can't protect her." His voice was drenched in the rain, and after kneeling for a long time, he became very hoarse. There was no emotion in his voice, it was just a statement.

(End of this chapter)