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

Chapter 715
Su Mohuan became angry: "You don't appreciate your good intentions, you deserve the cold!"

"Princess Ten." Ruosu came over and called her quietly, "Your Highness said, I don't see you."

Su Mohuan was a little anxious, but also a little wronged: "Did I offend my sister? Even me?" She ran to Ruosu, pointed at Cen Zhou, and said, "That brother Linxue is so pitiful, can you let him in?"

Ruosu smiled: "Your Highness also said that if the little princess wants to plead for him, she should wait there with him."

Su Mohuan's small face collapsed, the tip of her nose was sore, and she was about to cry, she said angrily, "It's okay if my sister is not feeling well, I'll come back tomorrow!"

She yelled inside, and then left angrily, her footsteps were disobedient, she turned her head three times a step, and did not wait for Su Qing'an to persuade her to stay.

She peeked at the boy several times and left.

"Princess Ten is gone." Ruosu replied in a low voice.

Su Qingan responded.

Ruosu can't figure out her temper: "Did Your Highness have a conflict with Ah Huan? The little princess was so angry when she left."

"She's like that." Su Qing'an closed the military book, her glazed eyes were dark and unpredictable, and the corners of her lips were smiling under the candlelight, "Children, just teach them well."

She had a low fever, and she looked sick. When she got up, she could still vaguely see the silhouette outside the window: "She is disobedient, and you are disobedient..."

Su Qing'an sometimes felt that this person was so stubborn and naive. He was like that at the beginning, and he is still like this now.

She lowered her eyes, looked at the strangle marks on her wrist, and remembered how he raised her hands above her head and folded them together last night, then tied her wrists with a belt and tied a knot.

Tied up all night.

In the end, the fingertips will tremble, and the flushed water droplets will drip along the wrist bones.

She pressed it, and it still hurts.

The 32-year winter seems to be trying to make up for all the snow that hasn't fallen before.

Su Qing'an had always been afraid of the cold and heat, so she was wrapped in a sky blue cloak, like the color of the sky after the rain.

Before sleeping, go outside.

The first time the boy opened the door, he stared at her straight.

Su Qing'an took some time off, moved her lips, and before she could speak, he spoke first.

"sorry."

Cen Zhou's side face was blue and white from the wind and snow, his brows were full of fatigue and stubbornness, his eyes were also red, and his voice was hoarse but cautious.

Su Qingan was surprised by his words for a second, and then asked, "That's why you said that?"

Su Qing'an left too quickly that morning, otherwise she might have said this sorry earlier.

Hearing this rhetorical question, Cen Zhou's eyelashes trembled twice, and he handed her the medicine in his hand stiffly and unskillfully, his tone was still cold, even though he worked hard to calm down his tone: "You Fever...Is it better? This is..."

Su Qingan glanced down at the medicine he handed over, before Cen Zhou finished speaking, she knocked it down on the ground lightly.

The other party is looking at her.

Su Qing'an didn't intend to pursue what that look in his eyes represented, but he had the usual royal aloofness and a sense of power: "Do you think this Palace needs what you brought?"

She is a princess above ten thousand people, and she responds to everyone, how could she be short of a medicine.

Her voice was cold.

The young man was silent for a moment, leaned over to pick up the medicine on the ground, clenched and loosened his finger bones several times, his face was calm, only his eyes were red.

It's hard to hide it.

"sorry."

He apologized again.

With an indescribably complex guilt, all the silence contained all her emotions.

Su Qing'an looked at him coldly: "Nothing to say? Don't come here again."

She goes out.

A slender, cold hand grabbed her wrist violently.

In the snow and ice, Cen Zhou said word by word: "I will take responsibility."

The dimple on his left cheek will sink when he speaks, revealing a youthful feeling, and because he has experienced too much wind, frost and loneliness, there is always a cold sword-like loneliness and coldness between his brows and eyes. Everyone's indifferent eyes are full of firmness and determination.

Su Qingan was irritated by his guilt and sense of responsibility, she shook off Cen Zhou's hand, confronted him, and asked endlessly, "Do you treat everyone like this?"

"What?" he asked confused.

"It's the same—" Su Qingan sneered, "There is no use for the sense of responsibility."

Cen Zhou opened his mouth.

Su Qingan asked again: "Do you love me?"

He paused.

Su Qingan smiled.

"Look. You don't understand at all."

"Come to me when you think about it."

After she finished speaking, she went straight out.

She knew that with Cen Zhou's personality, he wanted to talk to her. Unfortunately, she was not in the mood to recall what happened that night again.

So Su Qing'an rejected all opportunities to meet Cen Zhou, and even if they met, she would ignore it like a stranger.

There are still two months until the prince's wedding day, and the northern border is also receiving good news, and the chief general Gu Feibai has made great contributions.

With Gu Feibai's imminent return, there seemed to be a turmoil in the capital.

Su Qing'an took leave for a long time before going to court, and calmly greeted Su Ziheng.

When Su Ziheng saw her, his face froze slightly: "Sister Huang."

"How is the emperor?" Su Qing'an sighed softly, "I must have heard that the emperor also heard that I met an assassin on the way back from the palace a few days ago. It is really audacious to dare to assassinate in the capital."

Su Ziheng smiled dryly: "Indeed...Did Zhao Yi find out anything?"

"Found it." Su Qingan stared at him, "I'm going to give him a big gift."

Su Ziheng covered up his uncomfortable expression, and secretly clenched his palms, "Who is it?"

"This——" Su Qing'an raised her voice, "It's a secret." She changed the subject, "I heard that Miss Zhang had an accident in the palace that day, the prince should care more about your prospective princess. "

Su Ziheng couldn't hold back anymore.

His concubine's clothes were disheveled and collapsed in the palace, which was embarrassing enough, and Zhang Shuliang refused to say anything.

Fortunately, Su Ziheng didn't make things worse even if he took him away, and even had a relationship with... Zhang Shuliang.

Zhang Shuliang woke up very broken.

What I saw was not Cen Zhou, but Su Ziheng.

It's like a nightmare.

Su Ziheng was both angry and proud.

Su Qing'an could almost conclude that the medicine in Cen Zhou's medicine was given by Zhang Shuliang, she walked out thoughtfully, and told Ruosu: "Let her suffer a little bit, don't kill her, her life is still useful."

After Su Qing'an returned home, what was waiting for her was not Cen Zhou, but a farewell letter.

Maybe it was because he left too hastily, the handwriting in his letter was sharp and scribbled.

In fact, there's not much to see either, since he only writes two sentences.

——Something happened in the north, so I returned a year ago.

Maybe he felt that the first sentence was too short and indifferent, so he added the second sentence.

(End of this chapter)