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

Emperor Liang changed the subject, and his tone was unclear: "Zhaoyi, what do you think?"

Su Qing'an's soft eyelashes covered her glazed eyes, all of this was unexpected, the person who hit her was caught off guard, her heart beat was irregular, her tone was still quiet, and she said with a smile.

"My son, Pu Liuzhi, only wishes to be filial at the knees of his father, how can he be worthy of today's young general?"

"Qing'an, you have also reached the age of marriage, you must have a sweetheart." Emperor Liang said lightly, secretly expressing that all this is a foregone conclusion.

If Su Qingan didn't choose, he would choose for her.

Emperor Liang had heard about what happened three years ago, and with Su Qing'an's character, Cen Jin was far from her choice.

Moreover, Emperor Liang could no longer tolerate Su Qing'an taking too much control of the government.

The last trace of a gentle smile faded from the corner of Su Qingan's lips.

On the high platform, Cen Zhou sat casually, as if they were two people three years ago.

His shoulders were broad and cold, his slender fingers were playing with the cold wine cup, his silhouette was like a knife in the snow, unattainable, he didn't even look at her, waiting for her answer.

It's not waiting, it's forcing.

It is impossible for Su Qingan to choose to marry far away, let alone Nie Chengye. If she is interested in Nie Chengye, she would not have divorced three years ago.

She can only choose him!
Su Qing'an had made thousands of calculations, but she never thought that Cen Jinyuan would be Cen Zhou.

It was shocking that she couldn't see through his eyes.

Su Qing'an still remembered the innocent and stubborn appearance of a young man three years ago, but she forgot that three years could change a person. Now that he had grown to the point where she walked side by side, he also learned how to restrain her.

Raised a wolf.

Sure enough, wolves are not tame.

Su Qingan sighed secretly in her heart, her eyes were clear and affectionate, she coughed several times weakly, and said slowly and hoarsely: "My son...willing to be the wife of General Dingbei."

The people on the high platform finally showed a smile, but this smile was three years late, who could understand what it meant.

Emperor Liang's mood of ups and downs finally fell to the bottom.

20 years have passed, but it has gone back to the past...

Everything, dust settled.

Su Qingan frowned, her frail body was weak and pitiful.

Fate is the best at teasing people, going round and round in a big circle, taking a tortuous road, and returning to the original point.

Why.

Why is he so clean and white?

Why is he able to watch and stay awake while he is stuck in the quagmire.

Su Qingan used to be fascinated by his innocence, but now she loathes his innocence.

This thrilling marriage gift at the palace banquet finally came to an end.

Emperor Liang told Xun Bisihan very helplessly that he had promised Cen Zhou before, but now he can't go back on it.

Chengye, let it go when you let it go, your marriage will come sooner or later.Emperor Liang also regretted that he had no jokes, and he did not forget to comfort him in the end.

Xun Bisihan was unwilling and helpless. On the other hand, the grassland had fought against the northern border, and he was afraid of Cen Zhou and had nothing to do.

Cen Jinyuan's woman, how could he have the guts to ask for her? !

Grassland and Daliang still had to marry. Without Su Qing'an, there would be someone else. Emperor Liang asked Xun Bisihan to stay in Jian'an for a while longer.

"Sihan." Ruosu walked over before Xun Bisihan left the palace, and said with a smile, "Princess Zhaoyi apologizes to you for my younger sister Su Mohuan."

"Su Mohuan?" Xun Bisihan thought again in a daze.

"Yes, the tenth princess is stubborn and refuses to be disciplined, please forgive me Sihan."

Xun Bisihan thought to himself, doesn't he just like those who disobey discipline!

If you can't marry Su Qingan, you can always marry Su Qingan's sister, right?

After the palace banquet was over, Su Qing'an walked out with a cold face.

Nie Chengye wanted to hold her hand, and said in pain, "Qing An, I have been waiting for you to learn from the sun and the moon..."

"My fiancée, you dare to move?!"

The indifferent voice sounded without warning, with a sense of oppression, like a knife.

The young man came from a distance.

Nie Chengye confronted him, secretly frightened, and was the first to lose in embarrassment.

"You go." Su Qingan said to Nie Chengye.

Nie Chengye knew that if he left today, he would have no chance, but he had no reason to stay.

He clenched his fists, smiled wryly, and walked out slowly.

There were only two people left in place.

Maybe it's wrong, because there's still a jug.

The health pot collapsed: "It's over! It's over! It's over!!!"

"Did you see that?" Qi Lou purposely drew a bloody character with a blackening value of 100 on Cen Zhou's body, which was extremely eye-catching, "Shut Q!"

Su Qingan frowned: "Zhu Anqiu?"

Surf Dahu was silent, sad: "I didn't provoke anyone."

"Oh, I didn't offend anyone." Lingdinghu repeated bitterly, circling in circles.

Qi Lou was terrified, so Qi Lou hugged his tail and slipped away.

"The sins you made yourself, you should pay for it yourself."

There was some coldness in Su Qing'an's eyes, even though she was pretending to have an excellent temper, she couldn't suppress the anger in her heart, and looked at the person who was slowly approaching from a distance.

It is April when the grass grows and the warbler flies.

The sun is sunny, the orange trees are brilliant, the sunlight is filtered by the branches into an extremely soft orange, and the ground is mottled, the petals are rustling, and the unknown fragrance of flowers permeates the air.

There are endless palace roads, vermilion walls, and glazed tiles.

Su Qingan stood opposite Cen Zhou.

The wind blew the hem of the two people's clothes, white as snow, black and deep, dyed the most irresistible color on their fingers, entangled together and then separated in an instant.

The reunion of two people was not pleasant.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The sound broke the silence.

Su Qing'an looked at his strange eyes, and tore apart the last relationship between the two with her own hands, leaving nothing behind. Her always gentle voice was like a sarcastic knife: "Revenge on my palace will not cost the life of General Dingbei." Great things come to sacrifice!"

She used to be very gentle, but now she doesn't even want to pretend.

Cen Zhou looked at her from the beginning to the end with a clear and cold gaze.

The more silent he was, the more annoyed she was.

Jiangnan embroidered shoes with fine workmanship are approaching.

The sweet and greasy aroma belonging to women penetrates into the breath.

The face caught in the line of sight, under the sun, is clearly visible, and the fine fluff on the face can be seen, just like the surface layer of a dandelion. Fragile poignancy.

Would love to spoil the beauty.

"Three years in the frontier, can't speak anymore?" Su Qing'an's emotions were always deep, and apart from the extreme twisted anger or mixed with some other inexplicable things, it quickly settled like a pool of water.

The woman lowered her eyes and smiled, with waves in her eyes, affectionate, close-range, unabashed, soft-spoken, with a gentle knife: "Why haven't you made any progress at all, do you still need me to teach you? I,,, Dark, Wei."

Every word is scratched on the bones of a person, and Cen Zhou can understand it. She is reminding him that even though it is so important to be a general now, she was never the secret guard of Princess Zhaoyi's mansion, and it will not be erased for a long time. burn marks.

Every minute and every second after the reunion was a silent confrontation.

He suddenly laughed, and raised his hand to pinch Su Qingan's chin. He was so close that he couldn't even breathe, and there was nowhere to hide his aggression.