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

Chapter 763 Fanwai: I sleep with the general
On the day when General Dingbei returned to Beijing, one sword should be used by millions of troops, and he would occupy half of the country's military power with his own strength.

The ministers became suspicious, and wrote a letter to the emperor, admonishing Su Qing'an to take back Cen Jinyuan's military power, otherwise the meritorious service will overshadow the master, and there will be endless troubles.

Emperor Zhao was furious, and on the Jinluan Hall, he wore a dragon robe and slammed a memorial. The twelve-pronged crown was startled by white jade, and his voice was cold, resounding all over the world: "If there are no millions of soldiers guarding the frontier in Daliang, how come you have lived and worked in peace and contentment for seven years! Who are you going to be cold?" heart of?!"

"It's Daliang's fortune to be able to fix General Bei!"

With just two sentences, Su Qingan put an end to everyone's suspicion and dissatisfaction.

One day later, Cen Jinyuan took the initiative to hand over his military power and resigned from office with the emperor.

The tiger amulet in Su Qingan's hand was cold and smelled of blood, and she looked at the person opposite in the imperial study room: "You know, I believe you."

It's not me, it's me.

If there was no Cen Jinyuan in the world, where would Su Qing'an come from, who risked his life to save each other, life and death were never in doubt.

"You know, I don't care about these things." Cen Zhou smiled.

They are both monarchs and ministers, but also husband and wife.

The monarch and his ministers come first, so he can't make things difficult for Su Qing'an.

He promised to guard the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles for her, so that all the ghosts and monsters would stay away from him, and that would be his life.As long as Su Qing'an gives an order, he, Cen Jinyuan, will travel thousands of miles to the battlefield and take his life to kill ghosts and gods for her. As long as she sits upright in the high hall, there will be no disasters and no worries!
"Then why did you resign?"

"Now Daliang is prosperous and peaceful, prosperous and prosperous, and there will be no more wars in ten years." Cen Zhou's brows have the coldness of the frontier, but the boy is still the moonlight of the boy, and his voice is calm and powerful, "Princess, the frontier has been seven years, I want to go out have a look."

Su Qing'an always knew that a mere Jian'an couldn't trap him.

He called her princess.

She said yes.

Spring flowers stick out of the branches outside the imperial study room, and the sun is warm.

Su Qing'an was sitting on a chair, and the young man stood in front of her across the table, with a somewhat condescending posture, walked up to her, and after talking about the business, he hugged her presumptuously, and could directly touch the lonely bones through the skin The bitterness of ambergris mixed with a hint of herbs lingers in the breath, vaguely familiar. This hug is seven years late.

"Qingqing." He sighed in a low voice, with a faint ending, a thousand words, not good at words, and finally only said: "A good time is rare, just like you."

Su Qingan took off the emperor's majesty and let him go up. Sitting on his lap, she could feel the young man's slender and well-proportioned bones. When she poked it with her fingertips, it was very hard, and her tone softened unconsciously: "Then why did it take seven years?" Won't you write to me?"

"Frontier affairs are busy."

"There are quite a few good news."

Cen Zhou's expression remained unchanged, and he clung to her ear, laughing in a low voice: "I'm afraid that there will be no news, so you cry secretly."

"I am the emperor, so I won't." She took off the jade crown, three thousand blue silks were scattered behind her, and she wore the emperor's black and red dragon robe. The limbs are extremely thin, the skin is pale, and the collarbone is faintly visible under the neckline. Looking up at him, the eyes are as soft as autumn waves, and the tear mole under the corner of the right eye is like a natural tear stain, revealing a breathtaking beauty in the sun.

Cen Zhou pressed his cold fingertips on the tear mole at the corner of her eye and stroked it carefully: "You are not only the emperor, but also my princess."

There are more than [-] suicide notes full of surnames.

He was afraid that he would not come back.

If the battlefield burned him to ashes and left his bones behind, the seven years of separation would be enough for her to forget and not hurt her heart.

Su Qing'an let out a low response from her nasal cavity, and leaned into his arms, quietly enjoying the long-lost reunion, while the peach blossoms were falling outside the window, she said something abruptly.

"I will never forget you."

Since returning.

Cen Zhou led Su Qing'an to ride his horse to Jian'an Road. Before he fell drunk in the moonlight, he was romantic and reckless. He was both a hero in troubled times and a minister in prosperous times!

They are crazily greedy for this long-lost reunion, and they will do everything to climb the stage together!
And in the high mountains and flowing water, the Changting ancient road sees you off.

The tall figure is riding a horse, and the world in the distance is letting him go.

Su Qing'an sent them off with a white dress, the hem fluttering: "I can't leave the capital, you bring a peach blossom, let's go."

"Su Qing'an." With a clear and clear voice, he leaned over from the steed and planted a kiss on her lips, saying only her last name, "My wife."

Don't ask where you're going, don't say the date of return.

There will be a day when the wind and rain will meet again, so why be afraid of parting from life and death in the world?

Su Qing'an stood where she was, holding the harp in her arms, and sent off the king with a song, and at the end of the song they all parted.

The slender jade fingers flicked the 23 strings lightly, blending with the cold light in front of the twelve gates of Jian'an City.

Kunshan jade broken phoenix screamed, Furong cried and dew Xianglan laughed.

The wind blew the girl's white skirt.

The gentleman in front is riding a horse, going to the world where he should go.

The figure passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.

"You just let him go?"

"See you later."

"Seven years, it's been so hard to be together, it's not like you." Gu Feibai sighed.

"He is a chivalrous man with no shame in his heart." Su Qing'an read these eight words lightly, "That is his world." She said, "How can I trap him because of my own selfish desires."

She has her royal road, he has his rivers and lakes, ideals and ambitions will never set.

She loves him and she wants him to be free forever.

Just like him, he went through life and death for her and never regretted it for seven years.

Gu Feibai was stunned for a while, and then said: "It's pretty good."

For them, it couldn't have been a better ending.

Why compromise?

Since there is no way to reach the sky, then create a sword!

...

In the winter of Yonglin 44, New Year's Eve.

Royal lights, resplendent and magnificent.

After dinner.

Ruosu is now Su Qing'an's personal maid, and sent her back to the palace.

"I'll be alone for a while, you go out first."

"Yes, Your Majesty will rest earlier."

It was rare for Su Qingan to wear a red dress today, it was too bright, and she held a book and read it under the blue light. In the silent palace, she heard something for a long time, and sighed helplessly: "Cen Jinyuan, can you respect my palace?" Is it the imperial guards in the middle? If you climb over the wall like this in the future, I will let Xiaohui bite you."

"What should I do, Xiao Hui doesn't want to bite me." The man rushed back from the rivers and lakes, treacherously broke into the emperor's palace, his eyebrows and eyes were unruly, and he discussed with Su Qing'an.

Su Qingan said angrily, "Then I'll build the palace wall three feet higher!"

He smiled, walked up to Su Qingan, knelt on one knee, and held her soft hand, "Princess, please forgive me."

Heavy snow fell outside the window, covering the vermilion wall.

He watched the year with her and wished her a happy new year.

Taking the prosperity and stability of the two prefectures in the north as a congratulatory gift, present it to the emperor.

"Happy New Year." Su Qing'an said, with bright smiles on the corners of her eyes and brows, shed all the deepness and ruthlessness, and said that the most ruthless emperor's family, but she said, "Forty-five years in eternity, I still love you."

Only he had seen her like this.

The candles in the hall were flickering, and a beam of dim yellow light was reflected from the paper window. Xiao Hui nested on the ground, with smooth fur, and was sleeping soundly lazily.

(End of this chapter)