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

Chapter 708
The empress recovered from her serious illness, and she was crowned with a phoenix crown. She was talking to Emperor Liang and swearing sovereignty.

The imperial concubine sat on the side, her young and charming face was full of drunken beauty, she looked at the scene with her forehead propped up, her eyes fluttered, she looked in Su Qing'an's direction, and smiled at her,

Su Qingan also smiled at her.

The truth about the Queen's poisoning has not come to light.

Su Qing'an knew - the queen was waiting for a chance to kill the noble concubine with one blow.

After being an empress for so many years, her methods were vicious and vicious. Su Qingan boldly guessed that those children who died young died at the hands of the empress!
The imperial concubine is dead, and the fourth prince of the imperial concubine will not pose any threat to the crown prince.

In the last life——the empress asked Prime Minister Zhang to forge evidence that the imperial concubine's mother's family formed a party for personal gain, and at the same time framed the imperial concubine in the harem for murdering the emperor's heir, trying to replace the empress in vain, and even poisoned her!
The slaves and servants around the imperial concubine had already been instigated by the queen, and a big drama was staged.

In her previous life, Su Qing'an also cooperated with the imperial concubine to avoid this crisis, but this time, she chose a more risky approach.

Risks go hand in hand with opportunities.

She wants the queen to suffer the consequences—

She wants Emperor Liang to abolish the empress!

Su Qingan held the wine glass, and when she put it down, the wine glass left clear and even distorted finger marks due to the extreme force.

Yingying's wine color collided, reflecting the dark red and sickly eyes.

After the palace banquet was over, Su Mohuan ran over to pester Su Qingan, acting like a baby like no one else: "I'll live with my sister tonight, okay? Okay?"

Cen Zhou stood aside with a frown, only feeling the noise, his brain was so dizzy that he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

"Not tonight." Su Qingan looked at Su Mohuan strangely.

That kind of look made Su Mohuan feel like there was nowhere to hide all her little thoughts. She acted like a baby, so she had to settle for the next best thing: "Then I'll come and have breakfast with my sister tomorrow morning~"

"Ah."

Su Mo was satisfied: "Goodbye, sister." After a pause, she smiled and said to Cen Zhou, "Goodbye, brother!"

The queen waved to Su Mohuan: "A Huan, come here, Queen Mother."

Cen Zhou looked at Su Qing'an with a cold face, and urged: "Aren't you going?"

Su Qingan: "Go back."

When she came out tonight, she only brought Ruosu and Cen Zhou with her.

After the palace banquet was over, the carriage of the Princess Mansion was driving slowly on the road. It had not snowed so early and so heavily in Kyoto for many years, so the coachman did not dare to drive fast, everything was drowsy and slow.

The wheels of the carriage rolled over the snow, making a creaking sound.

Deep and heavy marks were left behind the car, which was covered by heavy snow in an instant.

Cen Zhou rode a horse and walked in the front.

Su Qingan lifted the curtain of the car, just in time to see his back in the snow.

All she saw was his back.

Su Qingan stretched out her hand to catch the falling snow. The snowflakes were cold, and her fingertips were red from the cold, and soon melted into her palm.

She pressed her cheek, it was cold.

Su Qing'an had never experienced such heavy snow in Kyoto when she was young, so it was quite novel.

She lifted the curtain of the car and looked at it for a long time, and then put it down when Ruosu was reminded that she was worried about her body, resting her forehead with one hand, closing her eyes and resting her mind.

There is the sound of wind, snow, and the rolling sound of the carriage rolling over the ground, and the carriage is filled with a faint fragrance of herbs.

"It's almost the end of the new year... Cen Zhou, how did you celebrate the new year before?"

"Not a year."

A hoarse voice fell from outside.

"Then spend this year with me."

The man did not speak again.

Cen Zhou felt that there was nothing to say. He couldn't leave the princess mansion, so where else could he spend the New Year?When these words came out of Su Qing'an's mouth, he added a bit of ambiguity for no reason, so he ended the topic.

on the other hand……

The young man was riding a horse, his slender fingers clenched the rein several times, and the rein was frighteningly blue and white. The icy cold snow did not suppress the hot and dry feeling in his body, and his consciousness was slightly fuzzy, like longing, like drowsiness.

Subtle rustling sounds came from all directions, Cen Zhou's knuckles snapped, and he raised his eyes.

There is a vast expanse of white snow in the distance, and the road cannot be seen clearly.

"Princess."

"Ok?"

"Stay in the carriage and don't come out."

Almost within a few seconds of Cen Zhou's voice falling, the sound of flying over the eaves and walls came from a distance, and dozens of black-clothed figures rushed down!

There was a sound of "唰——".

Cen Zhou drew his sword and looked at them coldly.

A certain dull and fierce fighting sound continued to be heard outside the carriage, as well as the unique short sound of sharp knives piercing into the body.

Su Qing'an clenched her hands slightly, her face was calm, and she listened attentively.

The chill came in from outside the carriage, and Su Qingan gathered the red fox fur cloak around her body.

"Princess..." Ruosu held her hand in fear, "Do you want me to go back to the house now to find someone..."

"No need." Su Qingan bent her lower lip, "Have you forgotten the first time you saw Cen Zhou?"

Two quarters of an hour later, the sound outside stopped.

At the next alley, Su Ziheng was hidden in the darkness, biting his lower lip tightly.

His eyes were dark and fierce in the cold night.

A group of trash is no match for one person!

Nothing but the howling wind.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

From the imperial palace to the Princess Mansion, this alley is the only way to go. It is sparsely populated, covered with heavy snow, and almost no one else passes by. It is very remote.

The youth's eternally cold and steady voice came from the outside, and it was still stained with the blood of the slaughter, like a thousand-year-old sword unsheathed, exuding a frightening coldness.

"never mind."

Su Qing calmed down, opened the curtain of the carriage, and walked out.

The ground was littered with corpses, the way of death was clean and neat, the blood line on the neck rushed outwards, rushing out with bright red warm blood, like blood red roses blooming in the mud.

And Cen Zhou stood alone in the corpse, the tip of the sword was still dripping with blood, the veins and veins dormant under the cold white skin on the back of his hand protruded, and the wrist bones were thin and sexy.

Clothed in black, hiding in the dark, there is actually some inexplicable danger.

Su Qing'an felt that he was very strange today.

So when he was slammed against the wall by him, and her hot body approached behind her, she was rarely shocked in her thoughts!

"Princess!" Ruosu shouted anxiously, "Cen Zhou, what are you doing!"

Heavy snow fell on the two of them. The white dress was so thin that it hit the wall. Su Qingan frowned in pain, her complexion turned pale, and the snowflakes fell on the crimson cloak, her voice trembling: "...what's wrong with you ?”

The person behind did not speak, and the heavy breath fell on the back of the neck, and the thin lips came closer inch by inch, and could bite the stretched and fragile neck with only a slight distance.

Cen Zhou stopped suddenly, his eyes were dazed and sober for a moment, he loosened Su Qingan's wrist as if he was electrocuted, and said in a strange tone, "I'm offended."

Ruosu rushed over vigilantly, blocking Su Qingan and watching Cen Zhou, afraid that he would behave in the next second.

The boy didn't speak all the way, and after escorting her back to the Princess Mansion, he went straight back to the west building.

Su Qing'an couldn't forget the look in his last look.

Like jumping dark fire, some kind of desire is burning.

(End of this chapter)