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

The man seemed to have only paused for a moment, and then stepped forward in the next second, and there was a certain cedar fragrance in the air.

It's fresh and smells good.

Su Qing'an knelt with her back straight, resisting the urge to raise her head, and unconsciously, her nails dug into Su Bai's palm.

"You have just returned to Jian'an, have you gotten used to everything? The frontier is windy, sandy and bitterly cold. You have fought hard for three years."

Two voices, one high and one low, fell in my ears.

The latter's voice was clear and piercing.

"For the beam, it's worth it."

The palace presents a sense of awe of the authority of the emperor, with majestic lights and shadows above the head, and people who are staggered can't keep their eyes open.

Su Qing'an finally raised her head, her eyes moved up inch by inch along the unreachable figure over there.

The fleeting scene on the high platform, the drunken dream and greedy joy, is like a glorious illusion, everyone is deeply involved in it, fighting for power, and the person is there, standing there, innocent and unstained mud.

When he was speaking, he didn't look at Emperor Liang, but met her eyes through the half-bright light and shadow.

The brow bone is deep and covered with a layer of frost.

Those eyes are full of depth and strength.

Easily wear through three years, and heart!

Su Qingan held her breath, and a smile slowly appeared on the corners of her lips.

It's not like I didn't think about the reunion many times beforehand, it was all in my dreams.

Finally, on this day, it came unexpectedly.

Three years, more than 1000 days and nights, fate has never let anyone go.

In just two seconds of looking at each other, things changed and people changed.

Only Qing Shan and Jun Mou meet each other without changing the old youth.

The young man's eyes fell on Su Qing'an lightly and irresistibly, and then moved away indifferently, with an attitude no different from that of a stranger, his eyelashes cast shadows on his eyelids, and he walked up step by step.

Emperor Liang followed Cen Jinyuan's gaze, turned his finger on the jade wrench, and with deep meaning in his eyes, slid over the blue jade pendant around his waist, patted his shoulder, sat on the dragon chair, and said: "Everyone Get up!"

As soon as the emperor's order came out, everyone got up one after another, sat down properly, and the sound of silk and bamboo sounded again.

Emperor Liang said with a deep voice and a smile.

"Today, everyone can gather in the palace without having to endure the days of raging wars. Thanks to the soldiers who defended the country in the frontier, not to mention the credit of the general!"

"Jin Yuan." Emperor Liang raised his hand, staring at his young features, "I respect you."

The encounter just now, which was not considered an episode, seemed to have left no influence on him. Cen Zhou sat down, his posture was like a wild crane in the clouds, and he was romantic in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. The words are clear: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your love."

"Too modest! Too modest!"

Emperor Liang introduced Cen Jinyuan's identity in one sentence.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on that man, with a handsome face sideways, and a tall cold shadow cast by the arc of his nose.

Among the gazes, there are shock, envy, and fear, each with its own thoughts.

Before Nie Chengye had time to say the blue-faced fangs, his face froze completely, and he looked at the young man sitting on the opposite side in disbelief.

It's this face!
how come……

Nie Chengye turned his head in obscurity and looked at Su Qing'an.

Su Qing'an didn't show the slightest emotion on her face, she sat quietly with a warm smile on her lips.

At that moment, Nie Chengye felt exhausted that he could never change his destiny.

The friend who was discussing with Nie Chengye just now fell silent, not daring to breathe loudly.

Nie Chengye was not feeling well, and Su Ziheng was naturally shocked, his face was red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.

"Qing, Qing, Qingqing!"

"Pinch me..."

Gu Feibai blushed from coughing while drinking.

"Don't pinch, really."

"..."

In the past three years, the secret guard of Princess Zhaoyi's mansion has become the Dingbei General who is feared by the capital?

Isn't that great!With an old relationship, you can win over and become one of your own. Gu Fei was overjoyed for less than a second, and then thought of the rumors about the Princess Mansion back then.

No one dared to talk about it, but no one would forget that when the rainstorm poured down, that person stood outside the mansion for three full days and was finally kicked out of the mansion.

Gu Fei fell silent.

If you don't understand, just ask, high branches are separated by clouds, can you still climb them now?
#Hello, be friends after breaking up.

"Hey..." Gu Feibai gently touched her.

Gu Feibai was more worried about Su Qing'an than worrying about whether Cen Jinyuan would remember what happened back then and hold a grudge against them.

"It's okay." Su Qingan said with lowered eyes, "I should have thought of it a long time ago."

Behind the screen that day, the faint familiarity should have been him.

Gu Feibai sighed: "Who would have thought of that."

It’s different in the past.

Cen Zhou, Cen Jinyuan.

Su Qingan moved the corner of her lower lip, feeling ironic in her heart, what is he planning to do when he comes back, just like in the previous life, kill her again with Su Ziheng.

The man rejected all clinging or fawning gestures, like the whiteness on the snow mountain, the cold light from the white blade, clear and cold.

Except for the first two seconds, he never looked at her again.

She didn't want him with her own hands.

The original swordsman Cen Zhou died three years ago, and now it is the Great Liang God of War, Cen Jinyuan, who has returned.

"Honor Xun Bisihan pays homage to Emperor Liang!"

A rough voice sounded in the hall, and two Mongolian-dressed men walked over quickly, one behind the other, the leader was about 50 years old, even though his body was exceptionally strong, his face looked old , and gave the ceremony of grassland to Emperor Liang.

"I wish Emperor Liang a long life and good health!"

Emperor Liang said: "Get up! Can you adapt to the Central Plains?"

Xun Bisihan said respectfully: "There are so many beautiful scenery in the Central Plains, which makes me linger and forget to return."

After some polite greetings, everyone knew the purpose of Xun Bisihan's coming to the Central Plains, and they both had this intention for a long time, but it was still unclear who the candidate for the marriage would be.

Su Mohuan's eyes turned red with excitement, and she clenched her hands tightly...

All of this should belong to her. No one can love Su Qingan, as long as Su Qingan disappears forever.

Xun Bisi Khan's gaze slowly surveyed the surroundings, and the chaotic look in his eyes caused countless noble women from aristocratic families to avoid them, and they panicked and prayed in their hearts. After all, who wants to marry an old man in his 50s? Can't even go back to Jian'an?

In the end, Xun Bisihan's eyes stopped on Su Qing'an, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The princess's white clothes were like snow, her brows and eyes were cold, and her understated glance, with the unique arrogance of the royal family in Kyoto, made Xun Bisi Khan have a great desire to conquer.

Before arriving, someone did hand over Su Qing'an's picture scroll on purpose. No matter who is playing tricks in the capital, Xun Bisihan has grown up in his heart.

So, he rubbed his fists twice, and said: "Before I came to the Central Plains, I had heard of the beautiful name of Princess Zhaoyi, and seeing her now, it really lives up to her reputation!"

Slightly surprised here.

The smile on Emperor Liang's face was faint, and he didn't speak immediately, the expression on his face was covered by the twelve crowns.