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

Chapter 754
"Damn it!" Su Ziheng scolded angrily.

"Prince, at this point, there is only one way to go." Zhang Song said, "The emperor must know about this, and the imperial guards will come here. If you and I are caught, there will be no good fruit to eat. If you don't like you, the prince, we might as well give it a go!"

"Commander Youzhou is my father's good friend during his lifetime. If we escape there, he will definitely be willing to help us."

Zhang Song said fiercely: "I have observed the terrain of Youzhou. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. At that time, we can occupy Youzhou, attack the four surrounding counties in a row, and then make plans—"

Su Ziheng was a little hesitant. After all, if he did this, it would be a real rebellion, and he would be in a situation where he would never die.

"Prince! Time is running out!"

The voices of soldiers and horses were getting closer, Zhang Song hurriedly said: "You may give it a go if you go, you stay now, the only thing waiting for you is the deposed prince! You forgot how the emperor came to this position Is it? This bullshit emperor even dares to kill his father, let alone your son!"

"Let's go!" Su Ziheng gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, "Let's go."

Zhu Ergou was overjoyed, he rolled and climbed to turn the picture scroll on the wall, opened the secret and said: "Prince, let's run!"

This secret road leads to the mountains outside the western suburbs, and the western suburbs all the way to Youzhou, as well as their weapons and [-] private soldiers.

"Zhang Song, can you take someone away for me?" Su Ziheng suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Song, with a half-hearted smile, and his side face was a little creepy.

When the imperial guards arrived, everyone left the building empty.

"Search quickly!" Nie Chengye said angrily.

"General!" Someone ran over in horror, "Princess Zhaoyi—Princess Zhaoyi was taken away—"

"what?!"

In the autumn of the 36th year of Yonglin, on September [-]th, the marriage of the prosperous age ended absurdly.

The red silk was torn, the phoenix crown fell, and there was nothing left.

On the way for General Dingbei to greet the bride, nearly 1000 people appeared halfway, almost massacred, they killed anyone they saw, smashed the wedding sedan chair, and hijacked the princess!
"Put down the sword! If you dare to come over, I'll kill her directly!" Zhang Song's eyes were red, and the dagger cut Su Qing'an's neck.

"Okay." The person who used his sword to cut a bloody path on the battlefield, guarding the common people, and would never throw his sword until he died, threw his sword on the ground without hesitation at this moment, and made a crisp sound, and the snow blade on the ground Reflecting her dark eyes, she stared at Su Qing'an, her voice was cold and hoarse, "I'll put it down."

Swordsmen originally had no weaknesses.

Now this sword has taught a man to soften his heart and become a deadly handle.

"Hahahahahahahaha!" Zhang Song thought it was funny, especially funny, his laughter echoed and sneered wildly, "I didn't expect the dignified General Dingbei to be so pathetic."

At this time, the sun has completely set, the sky is not yet dark, the sky and the earth are dim, and everything is hazy.

Everyone thought that Zhang Song hijacked Su Qing'an, but only Cen Zhou knew that she followed the trend.

Princess Zhaoyi was dressed in a dignified and dignified wedding dress, bright red and noble. Even if her life was in the hands of others, she was not at all in a panic. The wind lifted her red hijab, fell to the ground, and floated far away, revealing her beautiful face and fluttering blue hair.

She cast a last glance at Cen Zhou calmly and silently, opened her mouth silently, her eyes and brows showed a hint of determination in the dusk.

she says.

"you lose."

Three bows and nine kowtows, worship and marriage, all of which failed.

This big marriage is only annulled, and Cen Zhou lost.

The bloodstains, the remnant red wedding sedan chair, the falling red hijab, and the distant dusk are the only ending of this wedding.

Lu House.

Clean and elegant.

Lu Nanxu has been suffering from illness recently, and it is not suitable to show up, so he did not participate in the princess's wedding, and is practicing calligraphy in the study.

"Teacher, it's not good!" The servant barged in with an anxious look on his face, "The prince, the prince has rebelled!"

"Crack-"

The brush in Lu Nanxu's hand broke abruptly.

The joints are slender and distinct, glowing bluish white.

He slowly raised his eyes, his brows hidden in the mixed shadows of light and dark.

In the autumn of the 36th year of Yonglin, the crown prince Su Ziheng conspired against him, fled to Youzhou with the criminal Zhang Song, hijacked Princess Zhaoyi, colluded with the leader of Youzhou, and proclaimed himself king!
In the same year, Daliang sent troops to attack Youzhou. The two sides fought, and the flames of war raged.
The autumn days are pale and cold, and the sun adds to the desolation.

Youzhou.

In a dark prison.

A basin of icy salt water was poured down on the face, and the bone-piercing coldness snaked down along the blood-red lashes, dyeing the scarlet clothes into a deeper color.

Su Ziheng grinned grimly and looked at the person in front of him who had been pierced with a lute bone: "Didn't you count as a plan? Then have you ever counted that you will have today! Su Qing'an!"

The fingertips of the man on the rack moved, and blood trickled down his fingers, breathing lightly and feebly.

"Crack!"

The whip full of barbs slammed on Su Qingan's body!

Su Ziheng used so much force that his face turned red, and his heart was filled with a distorted sense of revenge. He was like a balloon that was filled with air and would burst at any time. He laughed loudly in the dark dungeon, pointing at Su Qing'an, laughing until he couldn't stand up. waist.

"You killed my two uncles! You killed 390 people in the Zhang family! You killed my mother! You killed so many people... the retribution is on you."

There was only one narrow skylight in the cell, and the faint light reflected Su Ziheng's muddy eyes. He said softly, "Su Qing'an, you have to repent."

Princess Zhaoyi was covered in blood, pierced through the lute bone, had 47 whip wounds, and blood on her face, and she couldn't see her expression clearly. Come proud.

Her smile was even contemptuous.

"Win the king and lose the bandit."

"My mother only killed your mother!! You killed my whole family! Su Qing'an! You deserve to die with so many lives in your hands!!!"

When Su Ziheng said this, Su Ran forgot how many times the Queen had killed people for the sake of status, how many times the Prime Minister's House had ignored the law, and how many times he had deliberately planned to get rid of his opponents.

Who is more innocent than who?

Su Ziheng wished he could raise his hand to kill Su Qing'an immediately, but his hand was suddenly held down.

"You want her to die so easily?" Zhang Song said, staring at Su Qing'an.

Su Ziheng clenched the whip in his hand, his face piercing: "Yes, Cen Zhou and Nie Chengye are now thinking about how to save people, and this bait will catch big fish."

"Wait and see." Su Qingan's voice was slow and gentle, still like a fairy in the sky, but a series of blackening value prompts sounded in her head, ups and downs, extremely sharp, piercing and painful.

What happened to Cen Zhou?Su Qingan suppressed the doubts in her heart.

Does whiplash hurt?Does a bone puncture hurt?Does burning charcoal on your body hurt?
pain.

But worth it.

The sound of water ticking.

Su Qing'an raised her head and saw the drowsy night outside the skylight, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Day is coming.

Kyoto, Imperial Palace.

Before the start of this battle, Cen Jinyuan personally asked for the battle.

At that time, Emperor Liang was wearing ordinary clothes and playing with birds outside the hall.

He turned around, his eyes fell on the jade pendant around Cen Zhou's waist, feeling lost.

The pomegranate bears fruit, and some things should see the light of day.

(End of this chapter)