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

Chapter 751
At a very suitable and normal opportunity, Su Qingan added medicine to the tea she cooked for Cen Zhou. The medicine was ground by herself from the herbs on the island. It was enough to make people unconscious for half an hour.

He is busy with official duties, his side face is thin and neat, sometimes his brows are slightly wrinkled, and he has an indescribably cold and sexy look.

"Drink tea." Su Qing'an served it to him as if nothing had happened, her heart tightened with tension.

Cen Zhou looked up at her, then raised his hand to take it.

He didn't drink.

Su Qingan handed it over again, affectionately: "I cooked it myself."

This time he drank.

Everything went smoothly, unbelievably smoothly.

After Cen Zhou fell into a coma, Su Qingan groped around him, and sure enough, he found the flare.

The sword was hidden in the scabbard and placed on the high platform. Su Qingan had paid attention to the position for a long time. She walked forward with a cold face and drew out the gleaming sharp blade without hesitation. Her fingers gradually tightened. A person who has no power to resist.

The man crouching on the table in front of him suddenly seemed to be in a battlefield full of corpses and blood, aiming at her with a bow and arrow, and the arrow was ready to go.

The wind shook the window lattice and creaked, and the unintentional draft blew the hair ends, smoothing the uneven scars.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at Cen Zhou's heart!
'Three years, I still haven't let you go. 'His words were not intentional, and suddenly echoed in Su Qing'an's ears.

The sword is trembling in the hand, and the tip of the sword is trembling. I don't know whether it is the past of reincarnation or the mood under the eaves.

He was lying in front of the table, his brows were still frowning, his side face was as cold and white as jade, and his lines were too thin.

The sword slipped from the powerless hand, the sound was harsh, and the young man didn't respond.

Su Qingan stared at him in a daze. After a long while, she bent down, stroked his brows with her fingertips, and said to herself: "Three years in the frontier, it will be very hard."

She said, don't let her go, otherwise she will kill him with her own hands for what he has done these days.

The people who came to pick up Cen Zhou probably didn't know that Su Qingan was here, and looked at her in shock.

Su Qingan spoke eloquently and had the status of a princess. The other party was afraid of this and did not dare to do anything to send Su Qingan away.

Su Qingan looked into the distance calmly, and left here slowly.

The sea and the sky are the same color.

The hem of the snow-white skirt fluttered, and there was no trace of it.

"have they gone?"

"Qin Wu has sent the princess out, please rest assured, the general."

"Don't let her find out."

"Yes."

Cen Zhou's fingertips were wrapped around the hair band that was torn from her black hair yesterday, and it was tied round and round, forming a tight knot.

Jian Wusheng lay on the ground, as if she looked like her without hesitation.

Su Qing'an had been away from the capital for two months, and she had already prepared for all kinds of messes and even bruises. She returned to the Princess Mansion with a cold face, but at this time, at this sensitive time...

Unexpectedly, Gu Fei hugged her happily: "Qingqing! You're back so soon! I thought you were going to hide behind the scenes for a while longer."

"……what?"

"There are no outsiders here, Qingqing, you don't need to pretend. It is indeed as you expected, Su Ziheng has jumped several times in the two months since you left, and some of our people, I have caught those loaches according to your method Come out, clean up the upper and lower!"

Gu Feibai had a half-smile, "Su Ziheng is too mediocre. He's too insane and arrogant. He didn't listen to the advice of the counselors around him. He really thought you were just going to Ganmei Temple to pray for Daliang!"

Su Qing'an's head thumped, a white light struck, and something flashed quickly.

"He doesn't know that you are deliberately waiting for the fish to take the bait. Su Ziheng will suffer a big loss this time. He probably won't have the energy to toss about in a short time."

"I have to say, thanks to you this time!"

When Su Qingan saw the letters she had exchanged with Gu Feibai within two months, her handwriting was on them, even Su Qingan herself couldn't tell the difference.

With her temples throbbing all the time, Su Qingan took a deep breath, the anger in her eyes was still there, and there was a rare trace of confusion.

The letter was written by Cen Zhou...he handled everything for her.

How long has it been since he returned to Beijing, and how much effort will it take to sort this out.

So during the time when he was very busy, he was busy with these.

He never said it.

"Qingqing, what's wrong with you?" Gu Feibai observed that Su Qingan's expression was not right, "Is there something wrong?"

"It's okay." Su Qing'an pressed the center of her eyebrows, and for a moment she didn't know what it was like. She repeatedly tapped the table with her fingers irritably, "Cen Zhou...forget it."

If it wasn't for her coercion back then, that person would never have anything to do with the imperial power in his life, and he wouldn't be deeply involved in it now.

He will be the most free nameless wanderer in the rivers and lakes, he will act chivalrously and unrestrainedly throughout his life.

Su Qing'an felt ashamed.

When I saw Cen Zhou again, it was in the Jinluan Hall in the early court. It was the first time Su Qingan saw Cen Zhou wearing court clothes.

Seeing the ups and downs of his brows and eyes, he was strangely thrilling.

From a distance, he nodded to her.

The Golden Temple is majestic and majestic.

After coming down to court, many people congratulated Su Qing'an on her marriage. She listened absent-mindedly. As soon as he came, the others dispersed.

The two months of secrecy, the tears of lust, and the chains that kept shaking were secrets that only they knew.

When they passed each other, the young man stopped, his outline was cold and clear, like that handful of Qiuyueshuang.

"You might as well make another bet with the princess."

"The wedding date is September [-], and you will marry me, Feng Guanxia."

"What if I don't marry?" Su Qingan froze, her red lips parted slightly.

Cen Zhou laughed: "If the minister loses, I would like to serve the princess as the master."

The words are extremely harsh.

There was a wave in Su Qingan's eyes: "Really?"

"really."

She nodded: "If I lose, from now on, I am willing to be the wife of General Dingbei, and I have no second thoughts!"

The wind blew the woman's hairband, and it seemed to be tied to the general's heart in a trance.

The bet has been made, and there is no going back.

The peach blossoms are gone, and the season of pomegranates will soon be ripe.

No matter how much Su Qingan resisted this engagement, there was still no way to dissolve it.

Su Qing'an was alone and sleepless every night, often thinking about what Cen Zhou meant.

The wedding date is approaching, and silently, Jian'an City's undercurrent surges, about to unravel a huge, powerless conspiracy.

Like a final sacrifice, a grand funeral.

Among them, I have to mention that in the summer of the 36th year of Yonglin, Princess Su Mohuan of Xiangyang married Xun Bisihan in the grassland.

How could Su Mohuan be willing to marry a rough man?When she was desperate, she begged Nie Chengye.With tears in her eyes, she was so pitiful.

In the cold gaze given to Nie Chengye, she saw disgust, and the tears she shed seemed to be the greatest irony.

Afterwards everyone was gagged, and she got into the sedan chair.

Almost crazy.

On the day of her wedding, Su Qingan hugged her: "Little Jasmine, go."

"It's sister, right?" Su Mohuan said dully.

"Ah."

No one expected that Su Mohuan would take out the dagger hidden on her body at that time.

(End of this chapter)