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

Su Qing'an sat in front of the window, watching the swallows teach the chicks to fly, and listening to the singing of the warbler dredging the rain, she was lazy and slow-moving.

Sometimes she sits for a whole day, her body is still, and suddenly she sees the flowers in the west building, and the sword energy is shocked three thousand miles away.

So she propped her chin up, looking lazily at the figure of the young boy dancing his sword under the tree in the distance, chopping off a tree of flowers, floating with the light rain!
The man's back was lonely and indifferent, the hem of his clothes bulged, and the wind was blowing, his hair streaked through the air, his wrists were turned sharply and ruthlessly, and his waist was extremely thin and smooth.

"Cen Zhou!" Su Qingan called out with a smile, her voice was clear and melodious, passing through the lush branches.

When the boy turned around, he could see her.

The half-opened window, the people inside are leaning, beautiful bones, tears and moles in their eyes are more colorful than the bustling.

The four eyes met through the rain curtain.

The boy's eyelashes moved slightly, his thin lips were tight, and he looked away in the next second, turned around and walked towards the west building.

"Cen Zhou."

"Cen Zhou."

The voice is mellow and soft, like Jiangnan Wu Nong's soft language.

Every time Cen Zhou danced his sword, Su Qing'an would call him that.

She was where he could see her.

Getting along every day is inevitable.

Seeing his back disappear, Su Qing'an was not annoyed, she was still smiling and waiting for him to come out next time.

He is mostly withdrawn and indifferent.

From turning a blind eye at the beginning, to staring at the sound, to seeing each other.

Maybe she was being lenient to her, but what Su Qingan wanted was far more than that.

She is greedy for the lonely and wild spirit in him.

She wants to keep it for herself.

Su Qing'an shook the pomegranate tree a few times when she was drunk, and looked at the sword shadow with a smile on the lamp. She was very drunk, and the young man was also good at dancing swords.

At that time, all her eyes were on him.

Su Qing'an's capacity for alcohol is not good, but Cen Zhou's capacity for alcohol is top-notch, he pours strong wine straight down his throat, and he will not get drunk after a thousand cups.

She would often come to him for a drink, and she couldn't stop him.

Quite childish when drunk.

The glazed eyes were moist, stained with the color of wine, misty and attractive.

When she staggered close to him, he would push her away, frown and whisper, "The princess is drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Her breath was very close, spraying on his neck, and her head was tilted in the deep neck of the boy, her breath was hot, "If you don't believe me, look."

There was a slight itching on the side of her neck, and Cen Zhou avoided her rubbing head and her approaching lips. He couldn't guard against it for a while, but then he got impatient, and he simply shackled her hands behind his back, speaking in a firm tone. of: "You are drunk."

"Not drunk." She was not happy.

"drunk."

"No."

"Have."

"...you are so annoying."

Annoyed, Cen Zhou pursed his lower lip and stopped talking.

Cen Zhou has a cold personality, is a loner, and has never been a person who would accommodate others. He helped the drunk and difficult person back to the palace, turned around and left quickly, lest he would be troubled by her again if he was too late.

He raised his hand and touched the pinna, it was hot.

The boy frowned, wiped it hard twice, and let out a deep breath.

Hurry up...leave.

Cen Zhou has been free in his life, and has never hated anything. The only thing he hates is getting involved with members of the royal family.

Su Qing'an suppressed people with imperial power.

Made his biggest taboo.

The war was long and cruel, and the Battle of the North was still going on, fighting one after another.

Fire flows in July, and clothes are granted in September.

The green hills in the distance are still silent and magnificent, and the birds and fish have different paths.

In previous years, there was very little snow in winter in Kyoto, and even if there was, it came very late. This year is like a miracle.

Last night's damp and cold temperature penetrated directly into the crevices of human bones, so cold that people shivered all over. Su Qing'an opened the window this morning, and snowflakes whizzed into it, bringing the coolness that only belongs to winter.

Su Qingan was stunned for two seconds before realizing that this winter had really arrived.

"There is a banquet in the palace today. Father's birthday, you accompany me into the palace." Su Qing'an said.

Cen Zhou stood at the door and waited, but did not come in.

No matter what time it is, he always seems to be dressed in thin black clothes, propped up by a slim figure, not afraid of the cold at all, and the skin on his wrists is cold and white.

Su Qing'an asked about the health pot about the progress of Cen Zhou's blackening value.

"75." Qi Lou hehe, "You are really doing nothing, you haven't dropped a single point in half a year!"

Su Qingan looked at Cen Zhou silently.

"What's wrong?" He noticed her gaze and asked.

Su Qingan sighed: "It's okay."

She talked to Qi Lou with her consciousness: "...if I let him go now, will the blackening value directly become zero?"

"possible."

"That's it."

"?"

Is it polite?
It is the emperor's birthday banquet, which is naturally grand and splendid, but Emperor Liang advocated frugality, and when the frontier wars were raging, he did not waste extravagance.

The emperor's princes and heirs are rare, and all the sons and daughters of today's palace banquet were present.

Su Mohuan is the most likable among them, she is lively, round and beautiful, and she is not afraid of life, even Emperor Liang is not afraid, and everyone likes to talk to her.

Among all the princes and princesses, except for Su Qing'an, Su Mohuan has the best relationship with the prince, and Su Ziheng is more tolerant towards her. Everyone joked that after Su Ziheng ascended the throne, Su Mohuan must be the most favored sister. Sticking to Su Qing'an.

No, the little girl pestered Su Ziheng for a few laughs, and when she saw Su Qing'an, she hurried over again.

"Sister, this is..." Su Mohuan was stunned for two seconds when she saw the person standing behind Su Qingan.

"A hidden guard." Su Qing'an said.

Cen Zhou didn't speak from the beginning to the end, wearing half a mask, covering his bony and chivalrous face, his demeanor was thousands of miles away.

"Oh." Su Mohuan looked up at the young man's eyes, looked away, and smiled brightly, "Why is brother wearing a mask?"

Su Qingan smiled: "I'm afraid I'll scare you."

Su Mohuan quarreled with Su Qingan, and did not continue the topic of Cen Zhou. She clung to Su Qingan's arms and refused to leave. She glanced at the tall and straight figure of the young man from the corner of her eye.

There was more than one person secretly observing Cen Zhou, including the crown princess——Zhang Shuliang!

She and Su Ziheng's wedding date was at the beginning of December, and now it's November, and it's too soon to think about it. I don't know if Gu Feibai can come back by then.

Su Qing'an thought it was possible, and definitely, it must be the same day.

At this moment, the line of sight is like a light on the back.

Su Qingan raised her eyes and smiled slightly at Zhang Shuliang.

Zhang Shuliang's teeth were chattering as she stared at Su Qing'an and the figure behind her.

Even if that person is silent and low-key, even if that person wears a half mask, even if he doesn't say a word.

Zhang Shuliang still recognized him at a glance!
Hearing the rumors before, Zhang Shuliang still couldn't believe it. Until now, he saw Cen Zhou standing behind Su Qing'an with his own eyes.

Why? !
She looked at Su Ziheng's gentle profile again, her eyes were flooded with thick tears and unwillingness.

She doesn't want...a big marriage.

Zhang Shuliang thought so, clenched the medicine in his hand, determination flashed away in his eyes.

In the middle of the palace banquet, Cen Zhou walked out alone.

Su Qingan knew that he didn't like this kind of atmosphere, so she didn't force him to stay here, and said in a low voice, "Come back early."

"Ah."

No one noticed the boy's departure, except Zhang Shuliang.