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

Chapter 698
"Still practicing sword." Ruosu replied.

Su Qingan's meaning was unclear: "It's poverty."

That day when he came back from the mountains in the suburbs of Beijing, Ruosu was stunned when he saw the boy riding a horse in the front, and then saw the princess coming down from the carriage.

"Cen Zhou." Su Qingan called lazily.

Cen Zhou turned over and dismounted: "What are you doing?"

"Fumoto Gong." She stretched out her hand from the carriage, her fingers were delicate and beautiful, and her tone was slow.

"..."

"You're not limping." Cen Zhou looked at her and narrated.

In the whole world, he was the first one who dared to talk to Su Qing'an like that.

"A dark guard should look like a dark guard. My orders are heaven."

A chuckle fell from the curtain, and the wind blew past, revealing bright red lips.

"And, what you just bitten..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone grabbed his wrist forcefully, and the icy temperature touched the skin of the wrist bone. Immediately afterwards, the force was retracted, and the whole person was staggered and dragged out, but stood firmly on the ground.

Cen Zhou let go of her hand before she could react: "Let's go."

Su Qing'an rubbed her sore wrist, looking at the boy's expressionless and handsome face, she thought it was quite amusing: "Be gentle next time."

At this moment, a silver-gray agile figure rushed towards her directly!
"Little Hui." She curled the corner of her lower lip without changing her expression, and stroked its head with her fingers.

The howling of wolves echoed throughout the Princess Mansion.

This is a wolf with silver-gray hair, fierce and thin limbs, with the unique aggressiveness of a ferocious beast. Those dark green wolf pupils exude a cold light, but it rubs its head against Su Qingan's palm .

"Did you eat well today?"

"Ow!"

"Don't mess around with Aunt Ruosu."

"Ow!"

#Barrier-free communication

Even though the other servants of the Princess Mansion are used to this scene, their legs are a little weak. They are wolves after all!
Wolves cannot be tamed, who knows...whether they will suddenly bite human flesh.

Su Qing'an pointed out: "It would be nice if some people were as obedient as you."

Cen Zhou looked at the wolf from the side, inexplicable in his eyes.

When Su Qingan picked it up, she was only six years old. At that time, Xiaohui was just a wolf dog cub, dying, and she was just a pitiful creature in the deep palace who was bullied by others.

It took her a long time to tame and raise it. Even so, she almost lost half her life in the process. The most dangerous time was probably that her entire arm was dripping with blood, with bones visible.

Su Qing'an didn't even blink her eyes back then, when she was only six years old.

Some people are crazy in their bones.

Logically speaking, Xiao Hui would be fierce when he sees outsiders, but now one person and one wolf stared at each other for 30 seconds.

Xiao Hui actually fell down beside Cen Zhou's feet!

This intimate look surprised Ruosu, and even Su Qingan was a little surprised.

Cen Zhou grew up in a pack of wolves since he was a child. It can be said that there would be no him without the nourishment of wolves. He didn't feel anything, so he bent down and half-kneeled there, and put his fingers on Xiao Hui's head coldly and affectionately.

"Aw!" Xiao Hui exclaimed happily.

The cry brought back the past events deep in Cen Zhou's memory, he knelt on one knee and hugged Xiao Hui, unable to let go for a long time.

"Princess." Ruosu looked at this scene hesitantly, and Cen Zhou's reaction broke her perception, like a friend reunited after a long time.

He stuttered: "He...how did he arrange it?"

The last ray of evening burning hot light fell on his shoulders, and also fell on Su Qingan's skirt.

The scene of Cen Zhou holding Xiao Hui in his arms actually made her tasteless, she is not as good as Xiao Hui!
Either way, if there is something he likes, there is his bond.

Su Qingan looked at him sideways: "From today on, he is the personal secret guard of the palace, so he naturally wants to live in the place closest to the bedroom."

Cen Zhou stood up, his eyelashes supported handfuls of shimmering twilight, still unable to warm up the coldness, his black hair matched the cold sword in black, and he still had a solitary temperament, but he did not refute.

If Ruosu thought about it, it seemed that the things that the princess had liked since ancient times never left.

Xiao Hui is, and so is Cen Zhou.

Ruosu still remembered that Su Qing'an had raised a beautiful and docile bird before, but later that bird sneaked out and ate food from other palaces.

Later, Ruosu saw the dead bird outside Su Qingan's attic.

strangled.

Su Qing'an compassionately buried the corpse for it at that time, like a bodhisattva who saved the common people: "You poor little girl, let's find a good place in the next life."

But she was the one who strangled it.

"Cen Zhou." Su Qingan turned around and stood in front of the young man. He was much taller than her. Seeing that he wanted to look up, she raised her hands affectionately and sweetly, and straightened the neckline for the young man. "I'm looking forward to it. You Performance."

Her fingertips brushed against his neck, Cen Zhou looked at her indifferently, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Is there anything else the princess can do?"

"It's gone." Su Qing'an knew that people should not be pushed too hard. For a person like Cen Zhou, she wanted to eat him bit by bit and make him her own property. "Tonight, Have a nice dream."

The evening wind took away the sweet but bitter medicinal fragrance from the woman.

She turned and left, her thin and frail back propped up a white dress, with the glory of the capital on her shoulders.

Cen Zhou runs in the opposite direction to her.

Xiao Hui looked left and right, shook his head, and finally staggered towards Cen Zhou's footsteps.

Carved beams and painted buildings, nine curved corridors.

Peony flowers are in full bloom, in various poses and with different expressions, blooming the wealth and honor of the world.

Cen Zhou's hand touched the cold jade in his arms, could the secret of his identity be related to the jade pendant he carried since he was a child?

Everyone said that this jade is not simple, it is definitely not a vulgar thing.

So what about riches and honor? How can there be close relatives?A wave of disgust swept through the depths of my heart.

The sound of Xiaohui running behind him followed closely, and Cen Zhou slowed down.

The health pot was so tired that he didn't want to talk. Since he came to this world, he hadn't lived a single day of peace.

"Dear host, I think we should have a heart-to-heart talk."

"I don't think we need to talk."

"Necessary." Qi Lou said with a smile, "Since your operation, the blackening value of the mission target has directly changed from 53 to 75. Don't you think you should say something once you return to the pre-liberation period?" ?”

"Oh."

Su Qingan: "Very good."

"..."

I thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to deal with me.

Qi Lou became irritable: "It's only 25 points away, he's going to be full!!"

"What will happen when it's full?" Su Qingan asked abruptly.

Qi Lou remained silent, and said for a while, "You'd better pray that there won't be that day."

Su Qingan found it a little difficult.

Nanning Palace.

A carriage stopped at the side door, and a slender figure wearing a white veil stepped down from it.

"Princess Zhaoyi."

The Nanning Palace was bestowed by Emperor Liang more than ten years ago, and even the plaque was written by the emperor himself. It is not as luxurious and expensive as outsiders imagined, but it is full of simplicity and simplicity.

The king of Nanning spent half his life in the army, and he engraved frugality in his bones. Naturally, he was not willing to waste money. He always talked about spending money on the army, so that he could train an extra cavalry and let the soldiers eat meat.

He was extremely generous to the soldiers, and he was stingy to himself to the core. Unfortunately... these years, he has never been on the battlefield, nor has he ever been to a military camp.

In the backyard of the palace, a man over half a century old was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a blue shirt, with a tough silhouette, a straight back, and a pair of eagle eyes that were sharp and bloody. He was smiling at the person coming.

(End of this chapter)