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

Chapter 712
The snow outside the window was still falling, and the cold and long winter enveloped Kyoto.

The overturned candles in the house, the broken clothes on the ground, the weakly hanging wrists, and the dry tears on the face are all proofs of the absurdity.

In this snowy night, no one is innocent.

...

At the junction of Daliang and the Western Wei Dynasty, the frontier is bitterly cold and exposed to wind and sun.

Fortunately, victory is about to be won and he will be able to return to Beijing in a few days.

This time, the major general Nie Chengye made great contributions on the battlefield, and the soldiers teased him and told him that the emperor would reward him well when he went back.

"When the major general returns, he will soon marry Princess Zhaoyi! I heard that Princess Zhaoyi is the most beautiful woman in the capital—"

"Blessing, Major General!"

The broad and stalwart figure listened to them, with a cold and stern profile. Hearing this, his brows and eyes froze slightly, his smile faded, and he unconsciously rubbed his purse at his waist.

"Stop talking about that." Nie Chengye interrupted them and changed the subject, "What do you want to do when you return to Beijing?"

The group chatted late, and Nie Chengye looked up at the moon in the frontier. When they mentioned Su Qing'an, another extremely childish and soft face appeared in front of them.

"Ah Huan, I don't know if you will make people worry about being in the capital." Nie Chengye said helplessly.

Su Qing'an was quiet, but Su Mohuan was the complete opposite. This little girl was not watching under his nose, so he was really afraid that something would happen.

Nie Chengye always felt that he treated Su Mohuan as his own sister.

Su Qing'an is very sensible, so he doesn't need to worry about it, but Su Mohuan was still crying before leaving.

Thinking of this, Nie Chengye's face changed slightly, and he hit his head. Damn, why did he think of Su Mohuan again!
That night, Nie Chengye thought a lot before falling asleep.

He had a dream.

In the dream is a world that seems familiar, strange and strange, he is pushed by fate into his life, doing things beyond his control, even being manipulated in the dream, and has to fall in love with someone.

When he woke up from the dream, Nie Chengye broke out in a cold sweat!
He realized belatedly... It seemed that this was not a dream.

...

Kyoto.

The snow stopped on the second morning, and the sky had not yet brightened, so there was a semicircular moon at the corner of the sky, falling in the gray sky.

Thousands of ice edges hang down from the eaves, and there are layers of snow on the branches of pear blossoms.

The white pear blossom petals trembled, and the snow bent the branches and slid from them.

The sky is bright.

"Princess?" According to Su Qingan's usual work and rest schedule, Ruosu stood outside the door respectfully and knocked on the door. Behind her were rows of well-dressed court ladies, holding trays with various valuable utensils on them.

There was no response in the room, it was quiet, Ruosu suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart: "The servant has come in."

She pushed open the door, her heart skipping a beat.

The house is empty, there is no one at all!
Xiyuan.

inside the house.

Clothes were scattered on the ground in a mess, and the white skirt was torn into shreds, which were traces of a night of absurdity.

The incandescent winter sun shone in from the window, outlining the boy's indifferent brows and eyes.

His eyelashes moved slightly, and he raised his hand to cover his lower eyes impatiently, trying to cover the sun, but the jumping light still slipped in from between his fingers, making people have to lift their heavy eyelids.

The vision was blurred for two seconds, and gradually gathered into the shape of a roof, and there was still a certain smell in the air.

Cen Zhou had a splitting headache, supported his body with one hand, and was about to sit up when he suddenly became stiff, and saw the person lying beside him every inch of his eyes!

"Are you awake?" Su Qing'an was woken up by Cen Zhou when he woke up, the tip of her tongue hooked her red and dry lips, and raised her wrist casually, "Untie it, it's been tied up all night."

His voice was out of shape, and he was crying too hard.

Cen Zhou froze there, motionless, because he was too terrified to react, his gaze slipped from the woman's flushed face to her outstretched wrist with difficulty, her hands were tied in a knot with a belt, and there were vague marks of strangulation. Delicate fingers.

The soft quilt slid down a little with her movements, revealing the clear shoulders, neck and collarbone, with deep and shallow residues, and it is easy to think of how this body has been treated.

At that moment, the tense string in Cen Zhou's mind broke suddenly, and he didn't even know how he asked this sentence.

"Why are you here?"

Under the extremely shocked and flustered situation, his voice was terribly cold, like an ice pick, flat and hoarse, he stuttered every word, and hit his head and face!

When Su Qingan heard this sentence, and looked at his rare blank and gloomy face, she thought it was quite funny, so she simply raised her head up and looked up at him, her body was involved in a certain place due to the movement, which made her expression strange for a moment: "Why? ? Wake up and turn your face and deny anyone?"

The young man was still wearing the black clothes from last night, with his thin and sharp body. Except for the messy neckline and the looming collarbone, there was no other change.

At this moment, the eyelashes were long and black, and the sharp eyes with single eyelids were filled with various emotions.

"I need Bengong to help you recall, what did you do last night?"

Su Qing settled down, and lazily grabbed his hand. His fingers were slender but cold, and the bulging veins and blood vessels were clearly visible under the cold white skin. It was these beautiful and cold-blooded hands last night, hot with thin calluses The temperature touched her whole body.

Cen Zhou didn't withdraw his hand and looked at Su Qing'an.

"You were like this last night." Su Qingan grabbed his cold hand and pressed it on her neck and collarbone, moving it down a little bit, looking at Cen Zhou, and said with a half-smile, "Touch this first, And this, and then..."

With a swish, Cen Zhou withdrew his hand abruptly.

He looked away, stared at the direction of the void, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, everything from last night poured in like a tide, and a severe headache invaded his consciousness!
The more Cen Zhou thought about it, the uglier his face became, and it was even more glaring than the three or nine days of cold winter.

Su Qingan looked at his expression and sneered.

Those who didn't know, thought it was him who suffered a huge loss.

She got off the bed with bare feet, stepped on the cold ground, reluctantly picked up the clothes on the ground, looked at them twice: "Take your clothes first."

Cen Zhou looked up at her.

Su Qing'an was enraged by the look in his eyes, she threw the shirt on the boy expressionlessly, and said coldly, "You tore it to pieces, so I can't wear it."

Cen Zhou frowned and caught it, faintly feeling a little hot, even the place where his fingertips touched was burning. He lowered his eyes and glanced, and the scene of last night's chaos reappeared in front of his eyes.

He subconsciously clenched his shirt tightly, then quickly loosened it, got up silently, found new clothes from the closet, and put them in front of Su Qingan.

Moving her thin lips, it took a long time before she uttered a cold voice: "I haven't worn it."

Su Qing'an took it, her toes touched the ground, she straightened up, she still overestimated her body's ability to bear it, she felt a dull pain, and she staggered to kneel on the ground.

A pair of slender and powerful hands grabbed her arm in time, and lifted her up strangely.

(End of this chapter)