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

Chapter 690
"I won't stay in the prime minister's mansion. Don't worry about Miss Zhang, please go."

Zhang Shu was as cold as falling into an ice cave!
It was hard to find Cen Zhou here, how could he leave willingly, and hurriedly said: "My father will give you whatever you want. You have a lot of skills, and you can only use them in the capital!"

Zhang Shuliang came today to persuade Cen Zhou to stay.

At that moment, Cen Zhou thought of something, and there was a mocking smile on his face, and he looked on with cold eyes that were almost indifferent and sober, like a moon in the water.

The straight side of the brows and eyes and the bridge of the nose are drawn into deep shadows, the thin lips are piercing and beautiful, the unexpected laziness exposed by the sun, the smile is cold, but extremely charming.

She forgot what tone he used to say this, but remembered the smile on his lips.

"I'm not involved in imperial power in this life."

He does not hold any hostility towards the royal family and authority, it is indeed a different kind of hostility, and he always looks down indifferently from above.

It is more terrifying to stand on the sidelines than to be deeply involved.

There was a lot of noise next to it, and the four people sitting there were silent.

Different road non-phase plan.Sitting in this noisy restaurant, the noise next to you is just outside your ears, so it's not a good feeling.

Each has its own differences, and each has its own confidantes.

Su Ziheng toasted happily!The haze is swept away, so good!
Zhang Shuliang dropped the wine glass, her eyes were red, she was discouraged and ran away from the box with a look of despair.

She knew better than anyone else that if Cen Zhou left the capital, he would never have the chance to meet again.

She likes Cen Zhou very much, and it is also the only choice to act recklessly before being dominated by the family.

There is wind in his body, his heart is more free than his own, and he will never stay for anyone.

Zhang Shuliang was fortunate enough to see the young swordsman's three-foot Qingfeng, who killed without blinking an eye, and was also fortunate to see him take the old man home, coaxing the young boy with tenderness in his bones.

It is precisely because I have seen those unknown things that I will never forget them and find it hard to let go.

Zhang Shuliang looked back at the location of the restaurant in the busy traffic, feeling lost.

Su Ziheng walked casually, and said arrogantly and respectfully: "Have you not understood what they mean? You are a lonely woman, it is best to give to the lonely—"

Those who want to get back are rejected, and those who don't want to meet can meet at any time.

God's wish is not fulfilled!
Zhang Shuliang lifted the hem of her skirt, and before Su Ziheng finished speaking, she ran back to the prime minister's mansion, thinking firmly.

She is going to find her father, and her father must have a way to keep Cen Zhou behind!
Before Su Ziheng finished reading, he disappeared, his face was ashen, and he clenched his fists.

Damn woman!
Must not know how powerful he is!
Good - she's managed to interest him!
Su Ziheng even wondered if she was playing hard to catch him by playing with fire like this?

The more Su Ziheng thought about it, the more likely it was. After all, he is so wise and powerful.

Ah.

woman!

restaurant.

The two people on the opposite side left, and the seat was empty. Su Qingan had no intention of sitting there.

Rubbing the wine glass with his fingertips, he was still thinking about the sentence that this life will not involve in imperial power, his eyelashes covered his deep thinking.

"You hate imperial power?"

"It's about you?"

Cen Zhou didn't even have the last sliver of affection. He picked up the wine cup on the table and drank it all in one gulp. He didn't feel his throat burn when he drank the strong wine.

The next step is to stand up and leave without hesitation.

"Don't go, I'll go." Su Qing'an chuckled, got up to leave, did not take away the handkerchief embroidered with peach blossoms on the table, tapped the table with her fingers, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with him, "see you next time .”

The sound of clinking glasses was crisp, and Cen Zhou stopped when he was about to drink, raised his eyes, and filled the wine.

"This cup of toast to the princess will not be seen in the world."

After speaking, he drank the spirits in one gulp.

"Have you ever heard a sentence? Life is always unsatisfactory." Su Qingan leaned over, smiling gently and elegantly, her lips pressed close to his ear, and deliberately whispered soft words into Cen Zhou's ear.

All the heat from his breath was sprayed on Cen Zhou's left ear, causing a slight numbness, and it was like a cold poisonous snake wrapped around his body.

Cen Zhou raised his chin slightly, his sharp eyes were deep and cold, and he saw her smiling face like a flower.

When Su Qingan came out of the restaurant, the sun turned pale for a moment, and a cloud covered the sun, and she walked in the shadow for a moment.

In a good mood, a chance encounter changed her mind.

she said.

Don't let her see him again.

Otherwise, she doesn't guarantee what she will do.

Cen Zhou, Cen Zhou, this time, just stay with me...

"Thirteen." Suddenly, she looked at the person in the corner not far away, parted her red lips, and pronounced his name accurately.

"Princess Zhaoyi." Beggar Shisan scratched her head in embarrassment, and said pleasantly, "You still remember my name!"

Just seeing Su Qing'an, Shisan wanted to go up to say hello, but stopped. It seems that such a clean person shouldn't have anything to do with him.

"Didn't I give you money? Why are you still like this..." Su Qingan looked at his ragged clothes, which were still the same as last time.

Thirteen stammered: "My mother needs more..."

His mother was seriously ill and needed too much medicine, and all the money he earned every day went to buy medicine.

It's always been like this, and it's fine if you get punched and kicked.

"But you also need better ones." Su Qing'an's brows and eyes were unrealistically illuminated by the sun, she took off the money pouch from her waist, and handed it to him, "These should be enough to treat your mother."

Thirteen was stunned, and stole a glance at Su Qing'an, a little afraid to answer, how could there be such a good person in this world?
How bad-hearted can a person who will take pity on a beggar be?

"Go on." Su Qing'an coughed several times weakly, her voice hoarse every inch of her body, with unknown temptation, "If you want not to be bullied, you have to become strong."

Thirteen wiped his hands on the seam of his trousers repeatedly before taking it. His dirty little face was full of solemnity, which was different from the shrewdness who was smiling last time: "Princess is so kind, Thirteen can't repay you. From now on, Princess There is an order, even if you look for me, I can't help the princess very much, but there are few people who know the news of the whole Jian'an city better than me."

enough.

This is what Su Qing'an wanted.

The sun breaks the dawn from behind the dark clouds, pale but brilliant, piercing through layers of dark clouds and covering the bustling Jian'an City.

Standing in the background of the hustle and bustle, Her Royal Highness the princess in white clothes is quiet and dignified. The cinnabar mole at the corner of her right eye is like a teardrop, which is becoming more and more cool and glamorous, soul-stirring.

At that moment, she was the savior of all sentient beings.

Therefore, the believers did not see the evil and darkness in the eyes of the savior, lingering with interest, and converging into the abyss of the world.

Su Qing'an never did anything that didn't benefit her. If Thirteen wasn't profitable, why would she pay attention to a beggar?
Su Qing'an herself crawled out of the bloody pile of bones, and she couldn't even count the number of lives that were stained with blood on her hands. How could she be someone else's Bodhisattva?
All she knew was that she wanted to go up, to sit on a high platform, and to be supreme even though she was covered in mud.

A beggar next to him looked at the swollen bag of silver eagerly, his eyes lit up, he saw the timing, and he rushed over skillfully, snatched the bag of silver from Thirteen, turned around and ran away!
(End of this chapter)