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

Chapter 700
When Zhang Shuliang heard the news about the Crown Princess, she shook her head excitedly: "I don't want to marry! I don't want to marry the Crown Prince!"

Prime Minister Zhang stroked his beard: "Shu Liang, you must get married in this marriage. In the future, you will be the queen. Your words and deeds are all related to the face of the Zhang family."

Zhang Shuliang burst into tears, choked up and said: "But I don't like the prince... I have someone I like..."

The prime minister's eyes turned cold: "As a daughter of a noble family, you have to pay the responsibility of being a daughter of a noble family. What do you think the Zhang family raised you for?"

Marriage matters, never involuntary.

Royal power and wealth, generation after generation.

Can't escape the cage.

Zhang Shuliang ran out in a hurry, but was stopped by the guards: "I'm going to find Cen Zhou! Don't stop me!"

The prime minister stood behind, couldn't see his expression clearly, and ordered someone to lock Zhang Shuliang in the room, and let him out after he figured it out.

"I like Cen Zhou..."

In the Princess Mansion, the young man didn't react when he heard Su Qingan's words. He turned his body sideways, his bones were thin and tall, and every line of his body was extremely beautiful and sharp. Let her go out.

"Aren't you sad? She's going to marry someone else."

Cen Zhou finally looked at her and stated: "I have nothing to do with her."

Su Qingan groaned, her eyelashes drooping.

There's none?Then why did you stay in the prime minister's mansion?
She got into the carriage of Princess Zhaoyi's mansion, and Cen Zhou was riding a horse outside.

This is the first time he has left the palace since he came to the princess mansion.

Su Qing'an handed him half a silver mask, and Wu Nong said softly, "Put it on, I don't want others to look at my things."

What is a dark guard, one must not see the sun all year round, regardless of day and night, respect one person as the master, and be one person's knife.

It is absolute surrender.

He never gave in to her.

Su Qing'an stretched out her hand in mid-air, and said in a quiet atmosphere, "Huh?"

The next second, the boy reached out to take it, put it on his face neatly without any hesitation, and asked her, "Is it all right?"

The silver-white cold and simple mask covered half of his clean and youthful face. The profile of his profile hidden under the mask was lonely and cold. The superior jaw line extended to his neck and sank into his collarbone.

Those eyes became deeper and deeper, and even the curvature of the high bridge of the nose became mysterious.

Su Qing'an suddenly felt that this mask seemed to be a mistake for him, so she didn't say anything else.

The carriage drove to a desolate place, which was the royal cemetery.

The woman got out of the carriage.

She didn't wear any accessories today, and the three thousand blue silks were only tied with a white hair band. The wind blew up her skirt, like a illusory and grand, lonely but gorgeous butterfly, about to spread its wings and fly away. world.

Su Qing'an walked in step by step, towards the most remote and desolate place.

The wind is a little cool.

An unfavored concubine cannot be buried in a very good place, it is a blessing not to be thrown in a mass grave.

Su Qing'an would rather scatter her ashes into the bottom of the sea after death than bury her in the cold imperial mausoleum!
It is clearly the day of May, and it is very cool here.

Su Qingan burned the incense, and said abruptly: "This is my mother and concubine."

She looked the same as usual, but not quite the same.

It is difficult for ordinary people to feel such subtle changes clearly.

Cen Zhou stood behind her, like a shadow, he raised his eyes when he heard the words, but he was not very good at comforting others, and he didn't know what to say at this moment: "My condolences."

"I don't need you to comfort her, she seems to lack love, I just came to see her."

Today is the death day of my mother. Every year at this time, Su Qing'an will prepare dishes and fruits that her mother liked during her lifetime to commemorate.

The tombstone is empty, and there are very few people who remember her.

The little daughter who was born desperately is still acting like a baby at the knee of the queen who killed her.

Su Qingan bent down, put her face close to the tombstone, and said softly: "Mother, my daughter still has a lot to do, see you next year...Mother, I hope to bring good news."

The princess can only call the queen mother, the mother cannot be called mother, but must be called mother concubine.

"The queen mother is still poisoned in the palace, and Princess Zhaoyi still has leisure time to come here to call someone else her mother. She is really filial!"

Su Ziheng stood there at some point, staring at Su Qingan closely, suppressing the hatred in his eyes, his face was warm and cold.

Seeing him, Su Qing'an slowly straightened up, feeling extremely oppressive.

The new hatred and the old hatred make two people who have half the same blood in their bones, either you die or I live.

"Today is the death day of my mother and concubine. If I come to visit her, what taboo has I violated?"

The cold voice blew away in the desolate wind of the cemetery.

There were echoes.

"Oh, Gu really almost forgot." Su Ziheng realized with a mocking smile on his face.

In a place like the cemetery, where there is no one else, Su Ziheng has no concern for the prince's dignity.

The contempt in his bones was at work, and he rushed directly in front of Su Qing'an in two steps in three steps, his face looked hideous and terrifying because of the anger, and he couldn't restrain his composure at all, and sneered at her.

"Is the lowly life of a slave worthy of worship?!" The prince sneered, looking superior.Su Ziheng's cognition is exactly the same as that of his mother and empress.

Su Qing suddenly paused, her glazed eyes were filled with gloom.

"I think she was killed by you when she died—Su Qing'an, you not only killed your own mother now! You also want to kill the orphaned uncle! The orphaned queen mother! Now you still have the face to worship—" "

Angry at Su Qing'an's high-spirited remarks in the court on weekdays, Su Ziheng said nothing in this desolate place.

Ling Lie's sword swept across his throat.

Shaved a strand of hair.

Su Ziheng froze.

"Prince be careful!"

The person holding the sword was the young man standing beside Su Qing'an. He was dressed in black and wore a mask, which couldn't hide the bloody murderous aura.

Su Ziheng felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

He slowly stepped back half a step, his throat rolled, and he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "The beast beside you dares to fight against Gu——Believe it or not, Gu killed him!"

Seeing Cen Zhou making a move at first, Su Qing'an was stunned for a moment: "Brother Emperor, let's see if it is your order that is quicker, or my sword is quicker."

Indifferently and impatiently, Cen Zhou aimed his sword at Su Ziheng, knowing that the other party was an aristocrat, he didn't show any mercy, and his hair was shaved like mud.

Su Qing'an could feel the faint annoyance of this kind of dispute revealed in him, and she didn't leave because of her, she smiled: "Brother Huang came here so early to pray for the queen mother, is it too urgent? Thinking about it is still some time.”

How dare she curse the queen!

"Su Qing'an! Your mother died early. Don't think that your orphan mother is like you. I think you are also destined to die early."

Su Qing'an said nothing: "Forget it, the imperial sister still wants to congratulate you. It's good to be united with the one you love. I hope that the queen mother can see the day of your wedding. She must be very pleased."

Su Ziheng's eyes were burning.

Zhang Shuliang had a bad attitude towards their marriage, and she simply sneered at it.

It's not that Su Qing'an doesn't know!
(End of this chapter)