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

Su Qingan stood outside, the sun was coming up, and it was very hot. Her face was expressionless, tolerant and gentle.

Ruosu felt that the people in Dingbei General's Mansion were really courageous, and he didn't know whether he followed the master or what, and stood with Su Qing'an.

"General, someone came to visit and said it was the emperor..." The guard went to the bamboo garden and whispered in the quiet.

The man said: "No see."

"Yes, this subordinate will go and reject Princess Zhaoyi."

The guard turned around and walked out. After two seconds of silence behind him, a cold voice sounded through the screen, with indistinguishable emotions: "Wait—"

"General?" The guard froze for a moment, somewhat puzzled.

"Let her come over."

After half an hour.

The guard who had gone to report came back, and made a gesture of invitation to Su Qing'an neither humble nor overbearing: "Princess, come with me."

Ruosu raised her eyebrows, but she just refused, did she agree again?
Unconsciously, Su Qing'an was somewhat surprised, nodded slightly, raised her foot and stepped into the threshold, her white dress was like a sea of ​​clouds and flowers.

Ruosu followed closely, and the guard stretched out his hand to stop him.

Su Qingan narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Princess, please forgive me. The general doesn't see outsiders, so you have to go in alone."

Ruosu was stunned.

How big is this General Dingbei? !

Su Qingan turned around and took a look: "You wait here first."

"Yes."

This General's Mansion was the place where the God of War of the former dynasty lived. After he died, his family went north and no one lived there. Unexpectedly, Emperor Liang would order someone to renovate it for Cen Jinyuan.

It shows the degree of importance.

The general's mansion is simple and majestic everywhere, passing through one long corridor after another, it is cold, there are few servants, and there is no popularity.

"Why don't you see the servant?"

"General Xijing, we don't need so many people in the mansion, so we sent them away."

Su Qing'an took a good look, the rockery was quite empty, and before she could ask, the guard understood and explained: "Originally, peach trees were planted there, but the general always hated peach trees the most, so he ordered everyone to give them all. chopped."

"..."

Su Qingan, who loved peach blossoms the most in her life, fell silent.

Whatever hatred or grievance, as for the huge mansion, not a single peach tree is left.

Su Qingan felt a little regretful.

"The general is here, princess, please come in." The guard led Su Qing'an to a bamboo forest attic and knocked on the door for her.

Su Qing'an pondered the temperament of this General Dingbei in her heart, pushed open the door, and made a creaking sound. The entire main building was a little too quiet, and no one else was there.

The door closed.

The sparse sunlight came in from the window, and the ground was mottled. The attic was still a little dark, with simple furnishings and no smoke, and it didn't look like it was inhabited.

At this moment, Su Qing'an even thought about the scene where General Dingbei wanted to murder himself and then dump his body, and felt that he had never met before, so it was not like this.

The snow-white Jiangnan embroidered shoes stepped on the ground, making a moderate sound, and the hem of the skirt moved lightly, showing icy muscles and fine bones.

Su Qing Ansu raised the dark blue curtain with her hands, and saw a huge landscape painting screen in the room, standing there, blocking the sight of prying eyes inside.

The screen faintly reflected a slender silhouette, leaning sideways on the soft couch, no one could be seen, mysterious and oppressive, like a distant mountain or a deep sea.

"General Dingbei."

She made a sound tentatively, her voice broke the silence of the room, and her tone always showed an easy-going and authoritative smile.

The person behind the screen paused for a while, and then said "um".

Su Qingan's fingers that lifted the curtain froze for a moment, and her nerves were in a trance for a moment, as if being gently waved by someone, touching some very secret and old memories.

She came back to her senses, stood there, and wisely didn't go any further: "General...isn't it convenient to meet people?"

"The injury hasn't healed yet, so it's inevitable that you'll be overwhelmed by illness. Please forgive me, Princess."

The young man's voice came out of his throat, like a straight line without ups and downs, too low to make people sober.

Su Qingan stared at his exposed hands, which were casually draped. The wrists were thin, with slender joints. There were light blue tendons dormant under the skin on the back of the hands, and there was a shallow scar on the side of the wrist.

"Given that General Bei sent two invitations to pay homage but refused, so I had to come to visit without authorization. I also hope that the general will not blame Zhaoyi for being reckless."

"Wei Chen dare not."

This voice was so familiar that it made Su Qing'an's heart tremble and her face sank like water.

She couldn't grasp his attitude, so she had no choice but to test every sentence vaguely.

There should be nothing wrong with her behavior, and that is the other party's problem. If she can say a word, she will never say two words.

His temperament is silent and taciturn, like an eternal green hill.

Su Qing'an quickly came to a conclusion: "Did General Dingbei grow up in Kyoto? I never heard of it before."

"No."

"Is this the first time you've come to the capital? Jian'an is prosperous. If the general is interested, I have some time and I'm willing to guide the general."

The sparse white light shines in the dim attic, and you can see the fine dust floating in the air. The silhouette of the figure behind the screen is indistinct, difficult to get close to, and you can't peek at it, and your emotions are unknown.

The pair of slender, white fingers slightly bent, tapped the table twice, and actually laughed coldly, the words of respect, but the tone did not have the slightest respect.

It was as if the princess was no different from an ordinary soldier in his eyes.

"The body of the princess is a thousand gold, how dare you delay?"

I don't know if it was Su Qingan's illusion, but I always felt that there was something else in that sentence.

Su Qing'an didn't leave the shadow in her eyes. She stood in front of the curtain, her white skirt was blown by the wind, and the tear mole at the corner of her right eye became more and more scorching, she remained calm.

"What the general said is not true. It is Zhaoyi's fortune to be able to lead the way for the heroes of Liang to visit Jian'an."

With this mouth, people speak human words when they see people, and they talk nonsense when they see ghosts.

Rejected: "If there is nothing important, please come back."

"Cen—" Su Qingan spoke slowly, paused for two or three seconds in the silence, and uttered the last two words, "Jin Yuan."

She read the name: "The general's surname is rare, and it reminds me of an old friend."

The man was silent for a moment, indifferent, and the voice behind the curtain was cold and ethereal: "Do you still remember the old man?"

"Yeah, he's been away for a long time, and I often think of him." Su Qingan moved slowly, walking towards the place where he was, every step she took, her skirt was like snow.

The general twirled the wine cup with his fingers, and then there were unhurried high-fives in the room, and he praised in a low voice: "The royal family is so hypocritical, but Princess Zhaoyi is pure and kind?!"

The next four words, one word at a time, spit out from thin lips.

The echo echoed in the distance.

"Back then, it was Ben Gong who was ashamed of him, and really lived up to what the general said."

The distance was getting closer and closer, the footsteps were quiet, but Su Qingan's heartbeat was heavy, tense for some reason, she vaguely glanced at the silhouette in the dark from the corner of her eye, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of her mouth.

In a trance, behind him are vast mountains and rivers, and under his feet are dense bones.

Not angry but arrogant.

She tried to see more clearly, but the young man made a sound at this moment.