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

Su Qing'an was slightly taken aback, she had never expected Cen Zhou's behavior.

The warmth and delicacy under the fingertips is the first time in three years.

"Princess." With fingertips stroking her chin, Cen Zhou leaned over to look at her extremely calmly. The distance was as close as a lover's ambiguous ear-to-eye rubbing. His tone of voice was so straightforward that it made people feel frightened. , Every time you utter it in a low voice, it makes people tremble.

He said.

"Now I have grown to the point where I can keep pace with you. If you are not happy for me, why are you afraid?"

Smashed in the April wind, the words were clear, not as broken as they were when they choked up and asked her.

He said you should be respectful, but his words and deeds clearly show no respect at all.

The last four words were spit out after a short pause, unable to figure it out.

The chin was held by him, so Su Qingan was forced to raise her face, exposing the slender and fragile curvature of her neck, and bumped into his eyes, her eyes were blurred for a moment, she couldn't tell who he was, her throat was astringent, she felt it was funny , And feel frightened, there is no way to avoid it.

The place Cen Zhou pinched with his fingers trembled like it was on fire, and any touch by him could become a reason for a resurgence.

The death-defying love and lust that used to be every night can be forgotten in the heart, but the body can't, it's like instinct remaining in the bones, once he stretches out his hand, he will react.

"What are you afraid of?" Su Qing'an asked back, taking another step closer in the undercurrent of the chess game, the distance at hand seemed like the end of the world, and her face as warm as mutton fat jade showed an affectionate and weak beauty.

"Ask yourself."

Afraid of the knife born for her.

In the end it became a sharp weapon to stab her.

Cen Jinyuan was trained by Su Qingan himself.

"Can you control this Palace?"

"The princess is obediently waiting for me to marry you."

"Just because of you?" Su Qing'an expected that he hated her and would come up with this method of revenge on her, her red lips parted slightly, and her bright smile was filled with malicious intent, "I want to marry you, but you are also marrying a nobleman! You are a wanderer , no father and no mother, even if you have gained fame, what is it?"

She looks great in a white dress.

Compassion is touching and noble.

People can't see her cruel heart.

"Weichen is nothing." Cen Zhou smiled, without being irritated at all, he forcibly turned her face away, his eyes locked on Su Qing'an's eyebrows, and he came here stepping on the bones, always upright, never ending.

"It's just that the princess can only be mine in this life."

The temperature of the sun falling on people is warm, and everything is happy, and the branches grow towards the sky, striving to bloom spring flowers.

I just don't know if this year's luck is good, can I still pick sweet pomegranates?
I'm afraid it won't be the same as before.

"Qingqing! Qingqing!"

In the Princess Mansion, the sun was very strong in the afternoon, and Gu Feibai circled around Su Qingan, "What should I do?! You didn't understand it at the beginning? Why are you still inseparable? This marriage can't be married. If you really want to marry General Dingbei Mansion, what should we do next?"

Su Qing'an had a headache from her noise, and pressed the center of her eyebrows: "I want to be quiet."

"Oh." Gu Fei asked, "Which little lover of yours is Jing Jing?"

"..."

Su Qing'an was really troubled by this incident, but there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and even if there is no way, he must cut one with a knife.

"Prepare the car and go to the western suburbs." Su Qing'an told Ruosu.

Ruo Su thought for a moment: "There is Ganmei Temple on the mountain in the western suburbs, the princess wants to pray for blessings?"

There is not only Ganmei Temple on the mountain in the western suburbs, but also peach blossoms all over the mountains and plains. That is the place where they met.

Su Qing'an never believed in these things, her eyes were indifferent: "Alright, let's take a look." Rather than being trapped in a square inch, it is better to take a look at the landscape paintings.

If Su Qing'an had known the price of this distraction in advance, she probably wouldn't have gone to the western suburbs, but it's a pity that the Unknown Prophet does not belong to the human category, and she can't calculate the past and present.

"Shall I go with you?" Gu Fei asked in vain.

"No need, I'll walk around alone." Su Qingan likes to be alone.

It's the end of April.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom, and they are vying to bloom the last flowering period.

On the mountains in the western suburbs, peach blossoms fell to the world of mortals and were crushed into the soil.

The carriage of the Princess Mansion was driving in the mountains, Su Qingan reached out to catch a handful of lights, the petals stayed on her fingertips, and said to Ruosu with a smile: "This year the peach blossoms bloomed well, but unfortunately they will eventually wither."

"Princess..." Ruosu turned pale.

Su Qing'an's smile stopped long ago, and she saw a figure in the distance.

He was riding a horse, his body was as jade as pine and cypress, and his face was blurred by the halo.

Today, the identities of the two are completely reversed.

The peach blossoms fell from under the snow-white sleeves and floated into the distance.

With one last look, Su Qingan fell into his arms.

"Princess Zhaoyi." He said, "Long time no see."

Back then on the mountain in the western suburbs, when the young man was about to leave, the princess blocked his way. She was high and proud, and said to him, "Cen Zhou, long time no see."

"Three years apart, I dare not forget even one day."

...

Let's say that over there, Shisan followed Zhu Ergou twice, but had to return halfway, because the mountain was guarded by heavy soldiers!

This made Shisan more and more confused, and he had a premonition in his heart, until this time, he tried his best to follow.

The road became more and more desolate, and there was a wooden house on the mountain in the suburbs.

Thirteen was puzzled, lying in front of the window, his pupils constricted when he saw the people inside.

The sky was dark, and no one's face was hidden.

The crown prince Su Ziheng Haiyu and the prime minister's son Zhang Song were talking, and Zhu Ergou nodded and bowed to them.

"It's been three years, I can't wait any longer, I want to kill Gu Feibai and Su Qing'an, and avenge my father!"

"This matter cannot be rushed for a while. Gu saved you in the first place so that uncle could have a bloodline to live..."

Thirteen's brain went blank with extreme horror.

Hiding criminals, this is a serious crime that will be beheaded!
"Crack" sound.

The dead wood branches under his feet were broken.

The people in the room instantly saw——

Thirteen's heart skipped a beat, and he turned and ran.

"Stop!" Zhang Song rushed out of the door, blocking Shisan's path with his sword.

"It's him!" Zhu Ergou exclaimed, "Isn't this... the beggar back then? Su Qing'an's running dog! Prince! We must not let him go easily!"

...

Su Qingan opened her eyes again, her vision was blurred, and she saw a piece of bloody red, with a strange red light, constantly shaking and flying.

His eyes gradually focused, and it turned out that the blood-like red was actually elegant and extravagant layers of red bed curtains!
The wind is blowing, the sun is shining brightly, there is a dead space in the ear, and it is quiet like another world.

strangeness.

This was Su Qingan's first feeling.

She had a splitting headache, and she couldn't think of what she was going to do. She straightened up subconsciously, but found that she couldn't exert any strength in her whole body, and she was extremely weak.

The wide snow-white sleeves hang down weakly along the wrists, and three thousand black hairs are scattered behind her in a mess. The beauty's pale but beautiful face is extremely helpless, against the bright red.

Like a canary imprisoned in a cage.