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

Chapter 721
The tiger rushed from the spot, and the coachman hurriedly drove the carriage but failed. The whole carriage was hit by the tiger, and the people inside rolled heavily to the ground.

"Sister!" Su Mohuan screamed in confusion, "Are you okay?!"

The movements in his hands were malicious, and he pushed Su Qingan towards the tiger with his own hands, so that he could treat him in front of him!
The gravel crushed the skin, and the overwhelmed heart felt suffocated. Su Qing'an squinted her eyes and held the dagger in her hand, looking at the behemoth that was rushing towards them.

Black shadows almost block out the sun.

"Be careful!" came a stern shout from afar.

"Brother Chengye!" The emotions in Su Mohuan's eyes were broken and reorganized, she said pleasantly, and subconsciously reached out to him.

Nie Chengye galloped wildly in those few seconds, and rushed directly in front of Su Qingan.

Su Mohuan was stunned, her outstretched hand was still in mid-air.

Just as Nie Chengye was about to pick up the man who fell on the ground, another figure was faster than him——

A sword of frost and cold, flying blizzard!

The tiger let out an irritated howl from its throat, and blood flowed out of its body.

Su Qing'an was so obsessed with the wind and snow that she could barely open her eyes, her vision turned upside down. She wanted to stab the dagger in, but she smelled the familiar cold breath, and her movements stopped.

She opened her eyes from a subversive perspective, and what she saw was not only the vast snow, the firmness of the distant mountains, but also the deep silhouette of the person in front of her.

And she was held tightly in his arms, and she heard the heart's posture without any barriers.

Su Qingan was stunned for two seconds, trying to see the situation outside.

"Don't look at it, look at me."

A deep voice fell from the ear.

He hugged her in his right hand and held a sword in his left. His movements were cold-blooded and sharp. The black figure was in the mountains and forests, exuding a youthful aloofness.

The huge body of the tiger fell heavily on the ground, splashing white snowflakes all over the ground.

Everyone watched this scene, still in shock.

Nie Chengye looked at the two people standing opposite each other, and frowned slightly: "Princess Zhaoyi..." He paused for a moment, then looked at Cen Zhou, "Who are you?"

Cen Zhou didn't look at him, and after everything was safe, he didn't let go of Su Qingan, and just watched her with lowered eyebrows.

He left at the beginning of November and came back at the end of December, so I haven't seen him for two months.

Their last meeting was not pleasant.

Maybe it's because they've been together before, so these two months seem extraordinarily long.

Cen Zhou's eyes slid across Su Qing'an's body inch by inch, and then raised his hand to pin half a bouquet of plum blossoms between her black hair. There was no ambiguity in his movements, but there was a rare gentleness under his cold appearance.

He said: "My subordinate pays homage to Princess Zhaoyi."

His fingertips were icy cold, brushing against Su Qingan's ears inadvertently, causing a delicate and familiar shudder, and the scenes that should have been forgotten resurfaced in front of his eyes. The lingering temperature of those hands stretched out could not be forgotten.

Su Qingan dodged subconsciously.

She couldn't describe the feeling of meeting Cen Zhou here, maybe because of the life-and-death crisis just now, her heartbeat was still violent, and her weak body even made her breathing messy, so she saw him at this moment.

"Aren't you letting go?"

Su Qingan gave him two seconds, the corners of her lips were still gentle and dignified, she raised her head and asked with a faint smile.

The distance is too close, and the breath is intertwined.

The boy's brows and eyes were still cold and resolute, and he carried a blue flame from his heart through this cold winter.

After a silent confrontation, Cen Zhou grabbed her tightly and let her go.

"This is?" Nie Chengye said.

"The secret guard of the palace." Su Qing'an summed up Cen Zhou's identity in one sentence, "I didn't expect to meet General Nie here."

The relationship between the two should have been a fiancé couple, but now they are still exploring each other.

Su Mohuan's hand was still frozen in mid-air, she curled up, and slowly retracted, savoring this feeling, the expression on her face swept over her nerves before the emotions in her heart, tears flowed down her face, she was very wronged Getting up on the ground, he said to Nie Chengye, "Brother Chengye, Ah Huan is in pain."

Nie Chengye briefly looked away from Su Qingan, looked at her with Su Mohuan's puzzled eyes, and said in a gentle tone, "I'm not a doctor, what use are you looking for me for?"

Su Mohuan was completely stunned.

"Princess Zhaoyi was frightened this time, and the carriage was damaged. Why don't you go back to Beijing with us." Nie Chengye said to Su Qing'an, his tone much more relaxed.

Su Qingan was about to speak.

The person behind pulled off her sleeve: "I can see you off."

"Don't make trouble." Su Qing'an knocked off Cen Zhou's hand, she still had to think about Nie Chengye's matter, pondered for a second, then chuckled: "It's better not to bother General Nie."

Nie Chengye insisted: "The journey is long, you are not safe alone—"

"With Cen Zhou here, nothing will happen to me." Su Qingan casually raised her eyelids, "What do you think? Cen Zhou."

The boy's voice was deep and cold: "This subordinate will protect the princess."

Nie Chengye looked at the young man again, his eyes were in a trance for a moment, and soon they were complicated and covered his eyes.

Cen Zhou.

He remembers him.

"General Nie is kind enough to help me send A Huan back. I am also worried about her now."

"elder sister……"

"Princess……"

Nie Chengye was astonished.

"Huh? Is General Nie unwilling?"

"It's not appropriate." Nie Chengye said.

"What's inappropriate." Su Qing'an said lightly, "A Huan admires you very much."

Nie Chengye couldn't leave Su Mohuan here, seeing the other's pitiful face crying, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

"Brother Chengye." Su Mohuan approached him, wanting to hold Nie Chengye's hand as before.

But the other party dodged first.

"Princess Ten please."

The road diverges from here.

The soldiers also booed and said to Nie Chengye: "Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. Princess Zhaoyi really deserves her reputation!"

"I won't see you later."

"What's the matter? After the general's celebration banquet, Princess Zhaoyi will definitely come, and when we get married, we can still go to the bridal chamber..."

Su Mo listened to them happily, her small face gradually became expressionless.

She didn't understand how Nie Chengye became like this after being away for two years.

The more Su Mohuan thought about it, the angrier she became, she puffed up her face childishly, and looked back at Su Qing'an's back, which was blocked by the young man and almost disappeared, a hint of anger gradually appeared in Hei Putao's eyes.

Nie Chengye looked at the backs of the two people leaving, and planned in his mind to propose marriage at the celebration banquet.

This time, he won't miss it again.

On the day of the prince's wedding——

Gu Feibai, the leader of the Northern Expedition who had been stranded outside, suddenly returned to the capital. At the same time, the princess's father was detained, and the entire prime minister's mansion was surrounded like an iron barrel.
This slap not only slapped the prime minister's mansion on the face, but also the prince's face.

"Your Majesty! I have been wronged!"

Golden Palace.

The prime minister knelt down on the ground in embarrassment with his old bones, weeping bitterly, his voice was hoarse and desperate.

A lot of evidence hit him on the face from above, bleeding from the forehead, and the emperor's angry voice came: "The evidence is so strong, what else do you want to say?!"

(End of this chapter)