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

Suddenly, there was a "bang!"

The wine cup slammed heavily on the table.

The sound made Gu Feibai shudder and jumped up.

Her skin is fair, and her delicate and handsome eyebrows are stained with a layer of red, which is more obvious. The amorous red phoenix eyes are misty and attractive, and the red lips under the high bridge of the nose open and close, which is really romantic.

From a glance, he is a young gentleman who is indistinguishable from male and female.

The red clothes were messy, revealing half of her collarbone.

She thought it was too hot and was still talking, frowning and looking for the sound.

"What's the proper way for a dignified man to flirt with a woman?"

The voice as cold as a knife fell.

The elegant and upright Taifu stood there, looking at Gu Feibai with cold black eyes.

In short, what kind of cold-blooded and snowy bones are there, elegant and incomparable, those words are applied to Lu Nanxu, and Gu Feibai are two extremes.

If it had been as usual, Gu Feibai would have quarreled with Lu Nanxu, but this time, for some reason, when he saw the cat with the mouse, he hid himself with an unnatural expression, pulled Su Qingan and ran away!
"What's the matter with you and Mrs. Lu?" Su Qingan asked.

Gu Feibai sighed: "It's a long story."

She concluded painfully: "In short, I got drunk and accidentally ate Lu Nanxu as a girl."

"..."

"Don't think about it, I just kissed, and nothing else happened! He just clung to me all day long!" Gu Feibai cried out, "If I knew it was him, I would definitely not kiss."

Su Qing'an brought into Xia Lu Nanxu's perspective. She was forcefully kissed by a man or her deadly enemy for no reason. She felt that she could drag Gu Feibai to the crematorium.

"Taifu's temperament is elegant and upright... you can ask for more blessings."

Gu Fei wiped his face in vain, complaining endlessly: "Whatever he does, I don't believe that he can let me take responsibility if the soldiers come to cover him up. I'll go to your place tonight and have a good time!"

"I'm afraid that the Grand Tutor will come to the Princess' Mansion to block people." Su Qing'an said sincerely.

Gu Fei cut his voice in vain: "How is it possible that Lu Nanxu can be so insane?"

"Don't talk about him, drink peach blossom wine tonight? It's almost spring again, and the peach blossoms in Jian'an are about to bloom..."

Gu Feibai stalked Su Qing'an to the princess mansion, drinking and drinking: "Oh yes, that major general, what is his name, Cen Jinyuan! It seems that he is about to return to the capital, Qingqing, if you want to win him over , I'll give you a routine!"

Su Qingan froze her movements.

Su Qingan froze her movements.

She almost forgot how long she hadn't heard this surname.

The surname Cen is extremely rare in Daliang, and Su Qingan only met Cen Zhou.

Hear it again.

Suddenly a world away.

"Peach blossoms in March, roses in April, and pomegranates in May are as red as fire." Gu Feibai said slowly, his voice gradually blurred.

"Our pomegranate trees in Jian'an bloom early, and they will bloom in April. Alas, it takes so long to wait for the fruit..."

Some people meet when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and then get to know each other when there are many durian flowers, and then leave and hate each other.

Premature flowers may not be a good thing.

Gu Feibai was already drunk, sleeping soundly lying on the stone table, with a few wine jars scattered at his feet.

Su Qingan sat quietly for a long time, and placed a peach wood hairpin on the stone table. The hairpin had obvious cracks, split into two halves and was repaired by others, complementing the color of snow.

After a long time later, Su Qing'an accidentally learned the meaning of the peach blossom hairpin.

——Evil spirits will not invade, and you will be safe every year.

It is a thing of love.

A rigid person like him must have recognized her at that time.

This was the last heavy snowfall in Yonglin's 36 years, and it was also the third year since she and Cen Zhou were separated. Su Qing'an vaguely smelled the breath of spring, and the wind passed through every old alley.

I don't know if people will go to the trees of the garden, and when spring comes, the old flowers will bloom.

The trembling branches face the sky in the backyard of the Princess Mansion, and the branches are full of pomegranate flowers.

Like she shakes the garden tree when she is drunk, lights up the lamp and laughs to see who dances the sword.

April.

The son and grandson rode their horses, saw all the flowers in Jian'an in one day, talked and laughed dissolutely, and the fur horse was quite crazy!

The sun is warm and the world is beautiful.

Recently, the major general who has been in the limelight led 30 troops back to the court. I heard that he once walked the rivers and lakes with a sword in his green shirt. guest!

The emperor specially bestowed the title of Dingbei.

No. 1 in the world, one sword to decide Beizhou!

On the day of Cen Jinyuan's triumphant return, the carriage of Princess Zhaoyi's mansion passed by 30 soldiers.

The breeze lifted the plain white corner of the car curtain, like a butterfly flying away, the wind chimes swayed in the deep alley, the sound was crisp, and the kite was raised in the hands of the children.

Su Qing'an raised her hand as if feeling something, opened the curtain of the car, and saw a figure from the back in the distance, in the front, getting farther and farther away.

Behind that man are thousands of soldiers.

The back is too thin, but firm.

Su Qing'an squinted her eyes and felt a thrilling familiarity for a moment, but also felt absurd. She sighed and passed away with the wind.

The mountains and rivers are long and the road is far away, and the fame and fame are all in Jian'an Road.

"General, why did you stop, what are you looking at?"

"Old friend."

After Cen Jinyuan returned to Beijing, everyone wanted to see him, but since he returned to Beijing, he has refused everyone's visits, and he has never shown up, and he even refused Liang Emperor's celebration banquet.

Emperor Liang's attitude towards Cen Jinyuan was also weird, too conniving, not like the emperor's attitude towards his courtiers, the specifics are hard to say.

Therefore, no one has seen him, and they are all looking forward to April, when the Grassland Khan comes to the Central Plains, and when the emperor hosts a banquet, Cen Jinyuan will attend, which shows his true face.

Su Qing'an sent invitations twice, neither of which was rejected.

There are many people in the palace banquet, so Su Qing'an had to meet the other party before that, at least to find out the other party's temperament, and it's better to understand the position of the other party.

Cen Jinyuan's return to Beijing has caused many forces to try to win him over.

He broke the balance, and it is very likely that Jian'an will set off a bloodbath.

Gu Feibai frowned and said: "This Cen Jinyuan is really arrogant! The greeting card has been sent back intact."

"I'm starting to look forward to real people." Su Qing'an's eyes were full of interest, playing with the greeting cards on the table.

Gu Feibai: "He is really weird... He can't find any identity."

"Under the whole world, how many people do you think can hide the history so cleanly that they can't even find any clues?"

"not……"

"Father."

Gu Feibai's face changed slightly, he was very confused: "Why did the emperor do this? Who is this Cen Jinyuan?"

She half-joked, "Look at this rare and indulgent person. He didn't show up at the celebration banquet if he didn't want to. He is better than you princes and princesses. Could it be that he is the emperor's son left behind by the people?"

"It's absolutely impossible, the father will not let the emperor's heir go home."

Su Qing'an flatly rejected this speculation, and pressed the center of her eyebrows. Emperor Liang was deeply in his thoughts, even if she did not dare to act rashly.

If Cen Jinyuan becomes a knife by Emperor Liang's side, for her, there will be many obstacles in the future.

She got up.

"Where?"

"invite."