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

Chapter 730
"come over."

Su Qingan waited for a few seconds before suppressing the sudden memory fragments. She is now absolutely convinced that she has forgotten something about her previous life, and the key to all this may be Su Mohuan, Cen Zhou, or is the event of the day of death.

She suddenly became interested, and waved to Su Mohuan, just like greeting a kitten or a puppy, her tone became sweeter and unbelievable after being heavily stimulated: "My sister taught you how to archery."

"Really? Sister, you must be better at archery than the prince's brother!"

Su Qing'an didn't respond, and stood behind Su Mohuan, hugged her, put her fingers on her hand, and helped her draw the bowstring, her movements were delicate, like the warmest instruction from a parent, with a faint sense of authority.

I can't say it, it just makes people shudder.

Su Mohuan looked at the distant target in front of her, but her attention was focused on the person behind her.

"Concentrate." Su Qingan said, "Look at the target."

Her fingertips pressed hard against her hand.

He couldn't even hold his breath.

Su Qingan looked at the archery target in the distance, and there were many things in her eyes.

The cold sword pierces the air—

Hit the bullseye!

"Have you learned it? Little Jasmine."

Su Mohuan stared straight at the picture in the distance: "I learned it, it's great to learn how to archery!"

If possible, she would let the prince's elder brother and the queen empress see her archery skills.

"Sister, when the prince's elder brother ascends the throne, we can go out of the capital, and there are many better things, right?"

"Why do you say that."

"Because I want to be with my sister forever." Su Mohuan said in a melancholy tone, "My sister did what happened to the prince's brother... The emperor has been very sad recently, Prime Minister Zhang is dead, and the queen mother... It's almost time, that's enough Sister, if you go on, you won't be able to stop, are we as bad as before?"

Su Mohuan really wanted to go back to the past, surround her mother, and see all the Jian'an flowers with the prince and brother.

Su Qing'an told her: "Ah Huan's words are wrong, life and death are fate, and this is their fate."

"Does sister want to be emperor?"

Su Mohuan continued to ask, as if she didn't realize what she said was rebellious, and then asked, "Does sister want to replace brother prince?"

She is wearing thick clothes today, her skin is as white as snow, her lips are as red as roses, like the most exquisite doll sewn by craftsmen.

Those eyes were like two black crystal beads inlaid in the eye sockets.

Cen Zhou noticed something wrong with Su Qingan, and frowned: "Su Qingan?"

Their voices are far and near, ethereal.

This year's April is the same as the April of the year when he died in the palace.

The traces of thousands of arrows piercing the heart began to hurt again, invading every inch of bone marrow. Su Qingan not only saw blood in her forgotten memory, but also——

Cen Zhou!

A silent confrontation filled the air.

"Little fool." Su Qing'an acted as if she hadn't heard what Cen Zhou said, and calmly and elegantly patted Su Mohuan's face with a cold arrow. Her tone was weird and doting, and half of her face was like a banished fairy from the sky. You just need to listen to your sister."

What she wants is not a sister, but a doll.

The moment she turned around, the smile on Su Qingan's face completely disappeared.

Cen Zhou held her hand.

Su Qing'an couldn't look at his face, but just patted the boy's hand.

Su Mohuan stood where she was, looking at Su Qingan's back as she left: "Brother Cen Zhou, I seem to have offended my sister."

"I don't have a sister." His voice was as cold as ice, and he turned and left without even looking at Su Mohuan.

Su Mohuan smiled inexplicably, and shouted: "If my sister is willing to give you to me that night, then you will be mine!"

After being with Cen Zhou, Su Qing'an didn't think about her previous life for a long time.

It's been so long... that faded memory is like a dream.

Like a mirage in the sky, it is constantly changing.

The memory is the day she died.

The bones of the palace were buried, and the blood flowed like a river.

She was dressed in white, her body was pierced by sharp arrows, and her body was stained red with blood. The pain pierced by thousands of arrows shattered her internal organs.

At the end, Su Qing'an saw a face that she could never let go of!

He holds an arrow in his hand.

That face was spattered with blood, and the eyebrows and eyes were the ones that Su Qing'an would never forget in her bones. Ling narrow eyes were fixed on her, without any emotion at all.

Su Mohuan stood with him.

Beside him is Su Ziheng.

The picture went from blurry to clear, so clear that every detail came into view.

It was so real that Su Qingan couldn't even come up with any reason to deny it to prove that all of this was false.

The feeling of suffocation hit her throat, she seemed confused in her dream, and wanted to ask him why.

Cen Zhou moved his thin lips, as if to say something.

Su Qing'an couldn't hear clearly.

The sharp blade pierced the heart!
It hurts.

Never has it hurt so much.

That person was in front of his eyes, constantly blurring and retreating, his figure became more and more ethereal, and he couldn't catch it no matter how hard he tried.

Su Qingan watched him disappear.

The world turned into darkness.

Only the pain in her heart reminded her that she was still alive.

Is it because it hurts too much, everything is suppressed deep in my heart, I don't want to be mentioned, I don't want to be unblocked?

The moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round, and today is the fifteenth day. It is the last night of the one-year covenant, and it is a bright and bright moon in a semicircle in the night sky.

In the dim night, the dancing candle flame made a snap and was completely extinguished.

Su Qing'an sat for a long time with no expression on her face, her blue hair hanging behind her, her face was pale and fragile, and it was difficult to determine whether it was cloudy or sunny.

"So what I forgot is this..."

She said that a twisting and piercing pain always haunted her midnight dream.

Su Qing'an laughed softly, the moles at the corners of her eyes were still thin and cold, like tear stains.

"is that true?"

She opened her mouth in the dead of night, her fingertips pressed against her beating heart, and she paused every word.

"I will keep you safe forever."

The words from the day before yesterday rang softly in his ears.

"Cen Zhou."

Who will answer her.

No one answered.

Su Qing'an desperately needed an answer.

But she knew that the answer could only be given by herself.

The moon outside the window seemed to have fallen from the sky, hidden behind layers of dark clouds.

This rain is falling in my heart, pattering and overgrown with weeds.

Su Qingan thought.

Maybe it's a cloudy day.

It's going to rain.

So we won't be able to see the moon tomorrow.

In the same night, the young man bent his knees and sat casually by the window of Xiyuan, carefully carving the mahogany hairpin in his hand with downcast eyes.

The hand that was accustomed to holding a sword, now picked up the hairpin that belonged to a woman, was unfamiliar and green.

The sawdust pierced into the pulp of his finger, and blood dripped out. He wiped it off without paying attention, and the cold brows and eyes softened a little under the moonlight.

There is also a sincere magnanimity in the eyes.

he thinks.

The answer he couldn't give before, he can now tell Su Qing'an clearly.

He wanted to tell her in person tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)