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

Chapter 676
Those black eyes were stained with the coolness of the rainy night, making them look more and more inhumane, reflecting Su Qing'an's eyebrows.

"I said you can protect me." Su Qingan looked down at him with a firm tone.

He used to always call her princess in this tone, and he did it.

Cen Zhou still said the same thing: "Princess, please take it back."

"Is this the only thing you can say?" Su Qingan asked back, and asked again flatly, "Is this why you have knelt for so long?"

"Yes."

She laughed, and her voice was stained with a bit of superior banter: "We, Cen Zhou, really cherish words like gold."

Cen Zhou remained silent, his brows and eyes were cold and resisting.

He always looks like this.

Su Qingan looked at him: "Take the sword."

Ruosu didn't dare to say anything, and asked his servants to fetch Su Qingan's sword.

Su Qing'an is weak, good at strategy but not good at martial arts, but she has a special liking for swords, and she is very happy with a good sword.

She took the cold long sword from the hand of the maid, the blade was still in the scabbard, she tapped on the hilt with her fingers hard, and drew out the cold sword, making the sound of contention!

Senbai sword light pierces the night and cuts down the rain.

"The sword is a good sword..." Su Qingan brushed the blade carelessly with her fingertips, and from the top to the tail, amidst Ruosu's exclamation, a shallow bloodstain was drawn. Pointing at Cen Zhou without warning for a second, "I followed the wrong master."

Cen Zhou watched her movements, from the few seconds when he picked up the sword to unsheathing, he could tell that she had never used a sword, and the flaws revealed could make him fight back in an instant.

But he didn't move, even though the tip of the sword was aimed at his heart suddenly, three inches away.

As if the person pointed at by the sword was not him, he still maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee.

But in the next second, his expression was slightly stunned.

Holding the sword in one hand, Su Qing'an moved the blade upward inch by inch, slicing across his heart, skirt, and Adam's apple, and finally lifted his chin, forcing the boy to raise his head!
That delicate and cold face came into sight, it was a little pale after being drenched in the rain for too long, which added a bit of outright abusive feeling.

Makes one want to destroy him completely.

In the rain, the two stood and knelt, holding an umbrella, and one picked the other's chin with the tip of a sword.

The blade of the sword was against the cold skin, and the rain streaked along the chin and condensed on the tip of the sword, causing imperceptible tremors.

"Just so unwilling to be with me, what about Zhang Shuliang?" Su Qingan asked condescendingly, holding a sword, showing a bit of murderous aura in her sickness.

"It has nothing to do with the princess."

Cen Zhou raised his eyes, his eyelashes were black and long, and he gave birth to a pair of sharp eyes, narrow and long, with single eyelids, and the light in his eyes was always light, like an eternal cold pool.

He wouldn't even give a reason.

"Well, one has nothing to do with Ben Gong." She looked at the face raised by the point of the sword, and at his posture of half-kneeling on one knee, the long-lost pathological desire for control swept over the nerve endings.

Su Qingan's emotions are pathological and crazy. She only uses her own way to get what she wants, and no one can correct this twisted method.

Just like now, the more arrogant Cen Zhou is, the more she wants him to fall into the quagmire.

What does it look like?
The sharp point of the sword wiped a light bloodstain on Cen Zhou's chin. The princess leaned over in the rain, and the oil-paper umbrella leaned more towards the man.

In Cen Zhou's eyes, cold and pale fingertips touched his heart.

The heartbeat under the fingertips is the same as his, with a steady rhythm that will never be disturbed, and because it is a living person, it reveals a fresh sense of strength.

He looked at her coldly.

Su Qing'an pressed against his heart even more forcefully, as if holding that heart in her hand: "I have wronged you after following Bengong?"

When she was talking, she couldn't bear the cold, coughed several times in a low voice, and a tear mole at the corner of her eye became more and more bright against the background of the upturned lamp.

The distance is very close, so Cen Zhou can smell the fragrance of his daughter's house from her body, which is a fragrance that he has never been in contact with. Let him avoid the fragrant fragrance, and his tone is flat and repulsive: "Don't dare."

I dare not, or I won’t.

Su Qingan suddenly laughed.

"Boom, boom, boom——" she leaned over to his ear under the girl's evasive movement, imitating the rhythm of his heartbeat, and uttered it in a breathy voice. Looking from a distance, one person leaned over and whispered in the other's ear , rather like an ambiguous relationship between ears and temples, "Your heartbeat has always been like this."

Cen Zhou knelt on the ground, his black clothes were drenched by the rain, and his fingers hanging by his side were still dripping with water, revealing his thin figure faintly, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he said every word: "Princess respect yourself!"

The atmosphere didn't warm up at all, and it was three points colder than this cold spring night rain.

This heart under her hand.

No matter past life or present life, they can't guess.

Never in control.

When Su Qingan spoke, the hot air fell on his ears, and the rain was cold, and the temperature formed a double sky of ice and fire. She straightened up, threw the sword on the ground, and there was a bang, and the rain splashed everywhere, staining the air. Put on the blood red cloak.

"I want you by name. It is the royal destiny. If you dare to resist the order, you are courting death!"

"Kneel if you want to. Whenever you think about it, get up."

Ruosu held an umbrella for her and stepped up the steps of the palace.

The door closed.

Qi Lou:? ? !
Is this the attitude to complete the task! !

Is this the way to unlock redemption? !
He was dumbfounded: "What are you doing? The blackening value has risen to 80!!"

"Noisy."

"?"

Su Qing'an could accept even rebirth, so she might not be able to accept those weird words from Qi Lou's mouth. She understood and controlled it very quickly, and came to the conclusion that this little teapot has no other threats other than the words.

"There are many ways to eliminate the blackening value. I'm just suppressing it first and then raising it. Be good, don't talk, huh?"

Qi Lou: "..."

I don't read much, so don't lie to me.

March in Jian'an is like spring, and the rain is also chilly, and it hasn't stopped all night.

This night, Su Qingan was lying in front of the table, listening to the sound of rain outside, when she raised her head, she could vaguely see a kneeling figure outside.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the sharp words on the rice paper.

——Prime Minister's Mansion.

With such power, what does the emperor who is still sitting on the dragon chair think?It's not necessarily a good thing to overwhelm the master with great achievements.

If Su Ziheng marries a girl from the Zhang family again, will the land in the front court and harem belong to the Su family or the Zhang family?
The emperor needs someone to restrain the Zhang family, and she has a candidate.

The next day was still cloudy.

The palace maids filed in, and the inner hall was decorated with carved beams and painted buildings, waiting for the princess to freshen up.

"Tomorrow is the imperial concubine's birthday, will the princess enter the palace with A Huan?" Ruosu painted her eyebrows and whispered as the bronze mirror clearly reflected her exquisite face.

"You don't have to wait for her." Su Qing'an's clothes are light and elegant, with hairpins on her temples, and a white brocade belt around her slender waist. She should have a graceful and exile-like appearance, and the tear mole at the corner of her right eye adds a bit of coquettishness.

Ruosu felt that all the beauties in the entire Jian'an city combined could not compare to the tear mole under the princess' eyes.

Speaking of the imperial concubine's birthday, Su Qing'an remembered one thing. Tomorrow will not be so easy, and something even happened that made the emperor furious.

She thought for a while: "Prepare the carriage."

(End of this chapter)