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

Chapter 693
"Sister still has something to do, let's talk about it next time."

Su Qingan broke away from her hand and rubbed the girl's head like she did when she was a child. She was still tolerant and compassionate, and left without looking at her again.

Someone behind her is watching her.

On the mountain in the suburbs of Beijing, that is the place where the peach forest was in the spring.

Today, the flowering season is in full bloom, and the mountains and plains are full of rouge-colored girls.

The wind blows, the branches rustle, Na Na looks up at the sky, and spring flowers bloom.

The slender figure in black was riding a horse, walking on the mountain road, his back was lonely, falling into the approaching dusk, and the peach blossom petals fell on his shoulders.

The clouds in the sky are burning with a light crimson color, constantly changing, gradually calming down, accumulating the dark color before the night comes.

There is no one on the mountains in the suburbs of Beijing, and one person and one horse walk alone.

the wind blows—

Quietly.

The young man's side face was exquisite but indifferent, his eyelashes moved suddenly, he pulled the rein expressionlessly, and continued to walk forward.

The wind is solemn.

The branches and leaves fall to the ground.

What sound suddenly trampled on the ground, coming from all directions——

It is the sound of galloping and uniform cavalry!

Countless figures approached on horseback, divided into two rows, and directly surrounded the most central figure, staring at each other with pitch-black eyes, awe-inspiring and ready to go.

The scene was deadlocked and tense.

Cen Zhou stopped, raised his thin eyelids, and looked at them.

Everyone is wearing battle armor, so blatantly, not like a private secret guard, but more like an imperial court officer.

The young man slowly put one hand on the scabbard and stroked it, in a careless and extremely dangerous movement.

at this time--

The two lines moved aside automatically. In the distance, a luxurious carriage approached unhurriedly. The pale golden tassels swayed charmingly, which was the exclusive symbol of Princess Zhaoyi's Mansion.

On the mountain where there is no one else, in the solemn atmosphere, it is particularly abrupt.

The light wind lifts the left corner of the car curtain, revealing the beautiful and clear arc of the mandible faintly.

Surrounded by hundreds of officers and soldiers in the center, the young man looked expressionlessly at the carriage driving towards him!
The slender hands opened the car curtain, each finger exudes the taste of pampering, under the bright sun at dusk, the texture is as warm as suet jade, and the white and wide sleeves hang down, covering the thin and thin wrist bones.

"Cen Zhou, long time no see."

Curtain-shaped, lazy.

Slowly revealing the beautiful eyebrows and eyes, the corners of the eyes are cinnabar.

Su Qingan smiled slightly.

"Princess Zhaoyi!"

"Princess Zhaoyi!"

Accompanied by Su Qingan's appearance, all the soldiers surrounding Cen Zhou saluted in unison, and hundreds of voices resounded through the mountain.

Cen Zhou was the only one who didn't make a sound and showed no respect. He withdrew his hand on the sword, tightened his slender fingers on the rein, and sneered: "The princess is very interested."

Finally, there was a trace of indifferent sarcasm in his tone, the second emotion, and restrained anger.

Those eyes, with flames like cold electricity, stared at Su Qing'an without hesitation.

The health-preserving pot trembled with cold air, and shouted angrily in Su Qingan's ear: "The blackening value is 60——!"

The originally stable value continued to increase at a straight-line rate.

Thank you for vomiting blood.

"If that wasn't the case, how could I see you?" Su Qingan turned a deaf ear, tilted her head, three thousand blue silks were draped softly and docilely behind her, and the evening sun shrouded her body. Her white skirts were layered upon layers, like a sea of ​​clouds, flowers and mist, beautiful. Beautiful, with natural compassion and dignity in his eyes, he even wants people to kneel down and worship him devoutly.

"Cen Zhou." She stretched out her hand to him, "Go back with me."

A sentence that seemed to be a request, with the blessing of hundreds of soldiers around, has long been an irresistible order.

"You threatened me." Cen Zhou calmed down instead, riding a horse, alone, confronting everyone, standing on the opposite side of her, his back was always thin and straight, lonely and difficult to tame.

"Yes, I'm threatening you." Su Qing'an said calmly, "Heaven and earth are above, and the emperor's orders are orders! If I want you, you must go with me."

"It turns out that Princess Zhaoyi is a person who promises to keep her word."

"I never said I would let you go." Su Qing'an was not annoyed, she was full of smiles, and underneath her gentleness was a dark and cruel heart.

On the top of the mountain, the atmosphere was dead silent for a while, and swords were on the verge of breaking out.

The young man turned his clothes and stood in the wind, standing on the top of the mountain, with a large dusk behind him, with stern eyes, in front of Su Qing'an, he drew out his sword, the blade was facing the direction with a cold light, and every word he said.

"Princess try!"

"—Blackening value 70!!"

As Cen Zhou raised his sword, all the soldiers around him also immediately raised their swords and pointed at Cen Zhou.

He was clearly at an absolute disadvantage of one enemy against a hundred, but he didn't have the slightest fear or panic that a weak person should have. His cold wolf eyes were burning with murderous fire, and he didn't take a step back. He rushed towards the direction surrounded by soldiers' iron armor without any scruples!

The hooves of the horses raised high and then fell, trampling the ground at high speed, making a heavy sound, and falling on people's hearts, the dead branches and stumps on the ground could not bear the weight and fell apart.

The sword qi pierced through the air, tearing apart the sound of the wind.

The melee is on the verge of breaking out!
"Princess." A soldier from the Princess Mansion ran up to Su Qingan and whispered several words.

Su Qingan's face moved slightly, and she smiled instantly: "It's pretty good, isn't it?"

The prince is now twenty, and has reached the age of marriage. There are only a few concubines in the East Palace, and there is no crown prince. Two years ago, the courtiers suggested that the prince should marry, but Emperor Liang rejected them on the grounds that the prince was too young. past.

Now at such a juncture, Emperor Liang chooses a concubine for the crown prince with great fanfare, and the reason is - happy!
Maybe the queen jumped up from the hospital bed when she knew the prince was getting married!
Others think it's outrageous. Su Qingan doesn't know, but she must think it's outrageous.

Regardless of whether Emperor Liang knew about the fake poisoning of the empress or not, his move was a trick.

The empress who has the most power to interfere with the prince's marriage knows that she is seriously injured in bed, so how can she suggest a candidate for the prince's concubine?Isn't it all a matter of the emperor's words?
The queen's move can be regarded as shooting herself in the foot, and she is probably in a hurry.

At present, the portraits of the daughters of the aristocratic families have all been sent to the palace, and the candidate for the crown princess is confusing, and no one can guess the emperor's mind.

The Prime Minister's Mansion has always wanted Zhang Shuliang to be the crown prince, but now it is unknown what is behind the plan.

The candidate for the princess is worthy of scrutiny.

When Su Ziheng learned of this incident, he was shocked for a while, and even knelt in front of the imperial study room and shouted: "Mother and empress are in a coma due to poisoning, and my son really has no intention of getting married. Please think twice!"

Emperor Liang came out slowly and said, "Filial piety is a good thing, don't use it in the wrong place."

A hammer is fixed.

The news reached Su Qingan's ears. She waved her hand to make the soldiers retreat, and continued to watch the battle situation in the distance.

Cen Zhou disdain to attack a frail and sickly woman, but it does not mean that he will hold back in the face of court soldiers, and the sword is ruthless and kills.

Half of the boy's side face was revealed in the confusion, and the sword light was cold, reflecting a clean demeanor.

Many soldiers fell off their horses heavily, unable to get up in a state of embarrassment. He was also injured under the siege.

Suddenly, the silver-white sword edge flashed in front of him!

(End of this chapter)