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

Chapter 681
"Prince." The man said in grief, holding the smashed pear, "Caomin's pear is gone!"

Su Ziheng's face turned livid, he flung his sleeves and left!

"Woooooo, my poor Lizi, the crown prince doesn't care about you, you died a terrible death!"

Su Qingan took out a pouch containing money from Gu Feibai's waist, took out the broken silver, and threw one to the stall owner who was mourning for Li, and one to the little beggar.

"Take it."

Both of them were overjoyed.

"My pear!" The stall owner held up the silver in a cadence, "You have money for burial, and you finally rest in peace and die well! Hurry up and thank Princess Zhaoyi, thank you Prince Nanning!!"

Gu Feibai couldn't bear to look directly at him, it was too exaggerated, he held back for a long time and praised: "You and your pear have such a good relationship."

The stall owner wiped his tears: "We depend on each other for life, it's not easy."

Gu Fei smiled awkwardly but politely.

The little beggar smiled brightly, wiped his dirty face, his eyes were as bright as black grapes, and they were still shining, he patted his chest for reassurance, and his voice was childish.

"From now on, Thirteen's life will belong to the princess' son! You let me go east, I will never go west!"

"What is the use of my palace wanting your life?" Su Qing'an asked, her eyebrows and eyes against the light of the cold spring.

The little beggar smiled and said, not afraid at all: "Although I am a beggar, I can't help the princess much, but the gossip about Jian'an City, I dare to say the first, no one dares to say the second, what the princess wants to know, even though ask me!"

"Your name is Thirteen?" Su Qingan whispered.

The little beggar nodded vigorously.

"I don't need you to inquire about the news now, take the money to buy some food, and change into new clothes."

Her tone was very gentle, and after deliberately restraining her majesty, she had a convincing temperament.

Thirteen couldn't help but blushed and scratched his head embarrassingly, thinking that the princess's words were really nice.

Gu Fei touched his empty purse and fell into deep thought.

It seems that something is lost.

When Su Qing'an returned to the mansion, the sky darkened, and the sky was covered with dark clouds for a whole day. White light flashed, tearing the night sky, and thunder rumbled in an instant.

"It's raining again." Su Qingan murmured.

She walked all the way to the bedroom along the mahogany corridor, and just saw that figure in the courtyard.

The rain dripped along the young man's body, the cool wind blew the petals, and the touching crimson color fell on his black clothes. The fallen flowers seemed to be nostalgic for a long time, and half of the remaining flowers were as bright as a girl's rouge tears, kissing him lightly, But he couldn't get rid of half of the indifference and loneliness of the mountains and fields on him.

Kneeling is also straight, eyebrows are distant mountains.

It should be a charming painting, but it is getting more and more impersonal.

Su Qing'an's gaze stayed on him for two seconds, before falling on the smear of redness.

Kneeling for a day and a night, but I can bear it, and I haven't fainted yet.

The man looked at her silently, without any color on his face, and his eyes were cold and desolate, as if he could tear off a piece of flesh and blood from her at any time.

Not surrendered yet.

It doesn't matter, what Su Qingan likes most is wolf taming.

She casually passed by the boy: "Have you fed Huihui today?"

Ruo Su replied: "Hey, it can eat a lot."

The voice faded away, without the princess's order, the others bowed their heads and hurried past, as if they didn't see it.

When Su Qingan walked into the inner hall, the cool wind suddenly blew peach blossoms towards her. The air smelled damp, and there was hardly any fragrance of peach blossoms.

She frowned, and brushed off the peach blossom petals on her shoulders, but the petals fell on her palm, lonely and trembling.

She slightly clenched the peach petal, then let go, quietly watching it drift away into the distance.

Su Qing'an was ill for a long time, and went out for another day, Ruosu ordered her servants to prepare hot water for bathing.

"He kneels like this all day?" The man leaned against the bed and asked plainly.

Ruosu nodded: "Very stubborn."

"It's also in good health, and I haven't fallen down yet." Su Qingan glanced outside, and saw a silhouette in the blurred rain, and a messy picture flashed in front of her eyes, bloody.

Su Qingan didn't like this feeling.

It feels like forgetting.

But she clearly believed in the year of rebirth, she didn't forget anything.

"Ruosu, ask the dark camp to find someone."

"Please tell me, princess."

"Ghost doctor."

Su Qing'an couldn't complain about the name the master took outside, and said calmly: "Be sure to find him."

Ruosu hesitated: "My servant has heard of the reputation of the ghost doctor, but his whereabouts are always unpredictable, and no one has seen his true face..."

"Bring a pen and ink." Su Qingan smiled slightly. Unexpectedly, the first painting she drew for Master was a wanted warrant. She picked up the pen and said leisurely, "He has a bad temper. If it doesn’t make sense, you go ahead and arrest him, if he dares to run away, he will be tied up in the capital.”

Master: It is my blessing to have you!

Ruosu was ashamed, and being missed by the princess, this ghostly doctor might have a difficult life.

It is indeed difficult to find a master, but she can first use acupuncture and moxibustion to recuperate the body of King Nanning.

Su Qing'an thought, it seems that she must find an opportunity to meet the King of Nanning.

She gave the portrait to Ruo Su.

Su Qing'an is proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Danqing is even more outstanding. Ruosu believes that her princess must be the number one lady in the capital, but what is even better than this is her city and strategy.

Her princess won't be stuck in a small world.

It's just... is this painting a magical horse? !

"This—" Ruosu was shocked, staring at the tattered old man in the portrait, who was still holding two big chicken legs. He didn't know if it was because of Su Qingan's painting, or if it was a real person. The worship impression of a generation of ghost doctors.

Su Qing'an didn't change her face: "He looks uglier."

"..."

Although, princess, do you draw some personal grievances?
After a short period of silence, Ruosu went outside to order others. Su Qingan didn't like outsiders in the inner hall, so she didn't leave anyone in the room to wait on her. During the long silence, her heart felt like convulsions.

She frowned, her complexion was a little pale, and she had to think of some things in her previous life.

Su Qing'an was never a good person, so when she wanted to get Cen Zhou, she tried every means.

There is no way for a swordsman to resist the emperor's order.

In the end, he still entered the princess mansion.

And this time, it was just the beginning, and those bloody methods were not used.

What about this time...

Su Qingan looked out the window, perhaps because of the intuition of fate, she hesitated for the first time.

The overwhelming pain in her heart made her very irritable, she even resisted this unreasonable emotion, frantically trying to get her away from something, even every drop of blood was clamoring for it, agitating and turbulent.

Never!Please do not--

Su Qingan endured that unbearable headache that was about to split, her brows and eyes were dazzled by light and shadow, no one could understand her emotions, and she opened her mouth in confusion.

(End of this chapter)