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

Chapter 683
"do not move."

The cold blade was pressed against the throat, and a cut was made mercilessly. The black hair was spread under the body, and the slender neck of the woman would be very obvious. There were shallow bloodstains on the fair skin, and blood dripped from the blood vessels!
Su Qing'an didn't care, she didn't stop at all because of Cen Zhou's movements, her fingertips frivolously brushed across the boy's neckline and touched the hot collarbone.

Cen Zhou immediately grabbed her wrist, his thin lips tightened into a straight line, and his jaw was also sharp, showing cold anger.

Su Qingan knew that he didn't have any strength at all, and was even bluffing, so she became more and more unscrupulous. In the eyes of the other party, she pressed her fingertips on his lips, and said lazily with a smile.

"It's really sad that you don't trust me so much. Why can't you come here because of your face?"

This is true, at least at this moment, his brows and eyes are delicate and thin, and his sick fragility is particularly attractive.

The eyes are stunned because of her words, which is also fascinating, wanting more, destroying more, those emotions that arise from her, break the rules, and be infatuated.

The slender fingers pinching the wrist bone tightened, leaving clear bruises.

Su Qingan had never been so close to anyone before, her nostrils were filled with the breath of a teenager, like a pure glacier on the top of a snow-capped mountain, she breathed in one by one, cool, intense, and sober.

She propped up her upper body slightly, ignored the cold sword on her neck when she raised her head, the tip of her nose almost hit the boy's tall nose bridge, and said, "You are so hot."

Cen Zhou threw her away almost in embarrassment, quickly retracted the sword, turned over and got out of bed, his movements were so fast that he seemed to touch a scorching fire, staring at her, suppressing the high fever cough in his throat, his voice became hoarse It was so sexy, but it was quickly replaced by anger, and two words were almost squeezed out between the teeth: "Get out!"

The unstable breath makes people explore.

"Are you raised by wolves?" Su Qing'an was weak, probably because she couldn't bear the torment just after catching the cold. She sat up from the bed, stretched her wrists, and asked without raising her head.

The teenager stood on the ground, indifferent.

"So vigilant."

Su Qing'an added the second half of the sentence, her hair and dress were a little messy, and her neck and wrists had obvious bump marks from the rough action just now.

Cen Zhou stopped for less than a second, looked away, frowned slightly, and emphasized again: "Go out."

He thought it was an assassin at first, and he never thought that the dignified Princess Zhaoyi of Jian'an City would come to a man's room late at night.

The atmosphere between them is always tense, and the feeling of rejection in the other party is not only for her, but also for everyone.

"You hit me and kicked me out. Are the rules in the world like this now?" Su Qingan stood up.

Cen Zhou reminded her bluntly: "You came here first."

"I came here because I was worried that you had a fever. It was out of good intentions, and you committed the following crimes regardless of superiority or inferiority. These are two different things." Su Qing'an raised her eyebrows and walked towards him, approaching him, "How can they be confused?"

Cen Zhou was not used to being so close to people, so he took a step back.

"What does the princess want?"

"I've said it, make up for me." Su Qing'an walked forward again.

He takes another step back.

Su Qingan refused to let it go so easily, and pressed her every step of the way.

But the young man didn't retreat anymore, his back was sharp and straight, his side face looked more and more stern, his brain was a little dizzy and sluggish due to the high fever, his vision was blurred, and his aura didn't drop, he fixedly looked at Su Qing'an.

"You are so pretty—" she seemed to murmur, "If you don't want to be the secret guard of the princess mansion, how about facing it face to face?"

Cen Zhou's eyelashes twitched unexpectedly, and his eyes were filled with astonishment.

Perhaps it was the first time she heard such words, Su Qing'an could feel the overwhelming shock under his calm surface, and suddenly she was in a good mood.

"Princess respects herself."

In two days, he said it a second time.

The young swordsman held his long sword behind his back, and his figure was as straight as green pines and winter cypresses, with the breath of a loner in the mountains. He was dressed in black and held a sword, and his eyes were full of refusal to alienate.

The shadow casts a cold and seductive arc on the side of the high bridge of the nose. The lips are thin, a little red, and the jaw is clearly defined. At this moment, it is stretched into a smooth line, showing a sense of sickness, fragility and youthfulness.

What's more deadly is that when he speaks, there will be a dimple on his left cheek.

Some wanted Su Qingan...to dig out the dimples.

It's just that this kind of thing is destined to be unable to take it for oneself.

Su Qing'an had to admit that all her interest in Cen Zhou came from him - his always indifferent attitude, his unyielding eyes, and that face.

She casually placed a white jade medicine bottle on the table, and made a moderate sound: "Take two, don't burn your life to death."

Cen Zhou turned to his side and let her go without even a word of thanks or a glance.

Following the movement, the black clothes revealed the green jade pendant around his waist.

Su Qing'an vaguely felt familiar, as if she had seen him before, she passed him by: "Cen Zhou."

The princess lowered her eyes and smiled slightly: "You are free, don't let me see you again."

Because of the term of freedom.

She calls the shots.

The next day, when Su Qingan woke up, she heard that Cen Zhou had already left. No one knew when he left or where he went. After opening the door, he couldn't see him, and even the temperature of the bed was cold. of.

The only proof of existence is the medicine he left on the rosewood table.

never moved.

"This medicine..." Ruo Su was about to ask, when Su Qing'an said.

"Throw it away."

Qi Lou: "..."

There was once a person.

He didn't want gentleness delivered to him, and then, tsk.

...

Royal Palace.

Glazed tiles, red walls.

Countless heroes from all over the world bowed down and were buried.

In the cracks of the bluestone slabs, there is still blood from that year, which cannot be wiped off no matter how much you wipe it off. The blood stains remind generations of people.

Now the noble concubine is favored by the scenery and won the emperor's heart, and she gave birth to four princes for Emperor Liang. In addition, his father is the minister of the Ministry of punishment, and he has made great contributions to a recent case.

Even the queen has to back away!
In the main hall, the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard endlessly, and the wine is full of wine and wine.

Su Qingan walked all the way, taking every step very slowly. She was born here and died here, bringing nothing with her.

Thousands of arrows piercing the pain, how can she taste it alone?
She stared at the top position of the main hall, the emperor, empress, and tonight's birthday person did not come.

"Qingqing!" Gu Fei glanced at Su Qing'an, his eyes lit up, and he immediately passed Zhang Shuliang and walked over.

Su Qingan nodded to her.

The young man is also in red today, arrogant and reckless.

This birthday was held in a grand manner, but all the princes and princesses in Beijing were present, as well as young children from aristocratic families and elderly court officials.

Su Qing'an guessed that Emperor Liang wouldn't hold a big birthday party just because he liked beauty. Her father was not a person who was greedy for beauty, and she wanted to support the imperial concubine's mother's family and beat the queen more intentionally.

The position of queen may not be so easy.

Zhang Shuliang saw Su Qingan, and smiled provocatively at her, but was completely ignored by the latter.

"What are you talking about? So lively?" Duan Fang's smiling voice fell.

Everyone bowed their knees and saluted, and said in unison: "The empress is a thousand years old——"

Su Qing'an squinted her eyes, looking at the figure in the red palace dress, the peony on the skirt was vivid, her hair bun was swaying with colored glaze, and it did not shake with the movement of walking, reflecting the gorgeous but decayed beauty by the lights. color.

(End of this chapter)