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

Su Qingan slowly leaned over, raised her hand, and closed Su Mohuan's eyes with a calm tone.

"You said it would be great if people couldn't learn to grow up."

The blood is affected, and the heart beats together.

The last trace of family affection is broken.

In silence, it grows savagely on the desolate battlefield.

"Cen Zhou." Su Qing'an stood up, her eyebrows and eyes were vaguely similar to those of her old friend, "I want Su Ziheng to die."

In a way, their personalities are similar but different, like each other's mirrors.

The same is paranoid, the same is sick, and the same only likes to be completely possessive, but they have different means of obtaining love, and their lives are destined to be different.

"it is good."

Cen Zhou snatched the enemy's black arrow and pointed it at the crown prince on the high wall. From setting the bow to shooting it in a flash, his movements were sharp and sharp, and the bow shot three times in a row!

Su Ziheng looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, neither dodging nor dodging: "If you have Su Qing'an, why do you have me, Su Ziheng? God is not fair! It is not fair!"

"I will be a prince until death!"

After he finished shouting, he drew his sword and killed himself without hesitation, the blood splashed all over the ground, the sword fell from his hand, and the body also fell from the city wall!

Lu Nanxu watched this scene, his knees slightly bent, and he staggered half-kneeling on the ground, his face hidden in the night.

The sword that Su Ziheng slayed himself was a birthday present given to him by Lu Nanxu when he was fourteen. The crown prince was fond of martial arts and was very happy. He wore it close to his body every day, but he never expected that it would become a deadly weapon in the end.

Accompanying each other in the palace for twelve years, they are also teachers, friends and kings.

Lu Nanxu has been determined to assist Mingjun since he was sensible. He has always regarded Su Ziheng as a prince. He expects him to know good and evil, judge black and white, understand the general situation and take into account the overall situation.

How many times have I been angry with him and warned him harshly, but I have never... looked down on him.

Before Su Ziheng killed himself, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Teacher."

It's too late, it's too late.

"Teacher..." Gu Feibai was wearing a battle armor, holding a sword, looking at him with a complicated expression, speechless for a moment.

"The crown prince is dead, so where is the grand tutor?" Lu Nanxu lowered his eyes, his eyes were desolate, like silent snow.

This chilling autumn is coming to an end.

In the autumn of the 36th year of Yonglin, General Dingbei broke into Youzhou single-handedly!
In the same year, Princess Zhaoyi set fire to the granary, and Youzhou became famous in the first battle!
In this battle, Daliang's army regained Youzhou and killed [-] rebels.

When the prince Su Ziheng was in desperate situation, he drew his sword and slayed himself on the city wall of Youzhou. He was absurd and incompetent for half his life, but before he died, he became a real prince once.

After the death of the crown prince, Emperor Liang remembered that blood is thicker than water, so he did not mention illegal rebellion in the history books.

The flames of war raged, and Princess Chuanran was dressed in a stunning red dress, she looked at this scene with a smile, then opened her arms, embracing everything, and her body fell back weakly.

Cen Zhou caught her.

The embrace is cold and the heart is strong.

"Cen Zhou." Su Qing'an closed her eyes, her voice was broken and weak, "Take me away..."

Cen Zhou hugged her tightly and carefully, agreed in a dumb voice, and took her away.

Su Qingan is not alone, she can fall down.

"General Gu, do you need to send someone to escort you?" The deputy general looked at the direction where the two disappeared, and asked Gu Feibai hesitantly.

Gu Feibai looked complicated: "Let's go back to Beijing first, Zhaoyi will get better, and they will be back soon."

All the dust has settled, but there are still people whose cause and effect have not been solved.

At this time, it was late at night, and after the war, there were only corpses and corpses left on the mountain, and the mountains and rivers were forever silent.

They rode a horse on a mountain road.

Su Qingan leaned in his arms, her body finally couldn't hold it any longer, her brain was dizzy and hot, and some images kept echoing in front of her eyes, she said softly, "I remember there is a Buddhist temple in front of me, let's go there."

"it is good."

"Must go there."

"Look ahead, it's almost here, and it won't go astray."

He was silent and pampering to her, holding the rein with one hand and hugging her with the other, like a kind of deep and silent comfort.

"With you here, I don't worry." Su Qingan smiled, her voice was so low that she could hardly hear it, it disappeared into the sound of the wind, and fell asleep.

The two of them were on the mountain road, away from the battlefield where corpses were strewn all over the place, drifting away, cuddling each other, they were both dressed in bright red wedding dresses, the hems of their clothes were entangled, like a newlywed couple...

The moon in the sky is a full moon, and the moonlight is calm and bright, illuminating the road in the distance.

Su Qing'an's body was heavy, her eyelids were also heavy, and she recalled her previous life.

It's grotesque and eccentric.

Memories froze on the boy's face.

Tonight is a cold and hard night.

There is a dilapidated temple on the top of a nearby hill. It seems that it has been abandoned for a long time, and no one worships it. There are also one or two clean places covered with straw, which should be used by passers-by to shelter from the cold.

The cold wind blows in, whistling.

Cen Zhou sorted out the place where he could barely rest and keep out the cold, and put Su Qing'an down in front of the high platform.

The censer on the stage has accumulated too much dust, even the Buddha statue is covered with dust, and it is still chanting compassionately in the middle of the night.

She had a high fever repeatedly, and even her body temperature was astonishingly hot. There was no good place on her body, and her body was covered with bruises and blood.

Cen Zhou blocked the wind, bandaged the wound on her body, touched the woman's pierced lute with trembling fingertips, and cooled her down over and over again, not daring to distract for a moment, and pressed his forehead to her forehead.

"Cen Zhou..." Su Qing'an woke up from her dream, opened her eyes, her vision was blurred, she saw his face, unable to tell the difference between the past and the present, smiled, and made a hoarse voice, with the lingering lingering lingering lingering between her lips and teeth. It seems to be the cause and effect of thousands of miles of desolation.

"I'm here." Cen Zhou heard his heart move slightly, as if a frightened sword had been swept by, and he responded with a clear and sharp outline, and his eyes were tired, "The high fever is much better."

Su Qingan raised her hand to touch his face.

Cen Zhou paused, lowered his head, and let her touch it.

A tear fell from the corner of the girl's eye, and the scarlet mole was like blood.

The red dress on her body was torn and stained with blood, her bones were broken, her body was covered with whips, her bones were broken and frightening, her skin was pale, and she broke out in cold sweat, and her black hair was sticking to the side of her face.

Just fell into his arms with a fever, very embarrassed, not like the unattainable Princess Zhaoyi outside.

Cen Zhou froze suddenly: "Why are you crying?" He wiped away the tears on her face unfamiliarly, there were still thin calluses on his fingertips, "Don't cry, I'm here."

"I'm sorry." Su Qingan said.

I couldn't hold back my sobs.

Memory confusion led to a three-year separation. Regardless of past and present lives, she will always owe him an apology.

Her words without any warning in advance made Cen Zhou quiet for a long time.

Something solid in my heart cracked a trace.

"The target of the redemption mission has a blackening value of 80!"

The long-lost system notification sounded again.

It turns out that what some people want is so simple and pure.

"I heard it, Su Qingan." Cen Zhou has always been not good at words, even at this moment he couldn't say anything. He answered her seriously, with his palm on Su Qingan's forehead, and asked in a low voice, "How about you?" Where is the pain?"