Su Qingan shook her head, and asked the same question twice after three years: "Do you still love me?"
He said: "Always love."
No matter how much you hate, you never let go.
Can't let go of one person for three years, and guards his widowed wife in his heart.
A youthful promise is a lifetime.
His firm voice fell with the wind, he looked directly at her, looked at her, his brows were as cold as cold stars, his clothes were stained with blood and scorched his eyes, and he went back to the time when the grass was growing and the warbler was flying, and the boy was running in the winding corridors of the princess mansion, full of sincerity. Meet his soulmate.
Su Qingan got her answer.
Cen Zhou in the previous life loved her or not, so what?His life is because of her.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't know the cause and effect of his previous life, she still remembers, as long as one of them remembers it.
Nine out of ten regrets in the world are common, and Su Qing'an can get one or two points of luck, she is content.
This time.
He is innocent, and she guards him.
"Then you marry me." Under the astonished expression of the other party, Su Qing'an struggled to support her figure, hooked the general's neck, raised her head and smiled at him. In this narrow world, she was still dressed when she came to marry him. The bright red wedding dress prepared, the charming lips and teeth are like the unbroken love in the previous life.
The palm-sized face, the corners of the eyes and the brows are full of misery, cold sweat drips along the pale forehead, and the soft lips are chapped and bloodless, which is painful.
But she is still honored as a princess, born with pride.
The night outside was gloomy, and she smiled brightly. She raised her hand and pinned the peach hairpin that had been hidden on her body to her hair.
The broken cracks that have been repaired can also shine brightly, against the blue silk and red clothes, like a touch of peach blossom crimson.
"It's right here, let's worship!"
Cen Zhou didn't speak for a while, his eyes fell directly on the peach wood hairpin in the woman's black hair. Su Qing'an was covered with injuries, but the hairpin was well protected, and it wasn't stained with any blood. , bright as the moon.
To this day, Cen Zhou can still clearly recall the joy when he carved it, and also remember the dusty despair of the wooden hairpin falling into the mire.
If you wear it three years later, why not?
In the silence, Su Qing'an moved her eyelashes: "If you don't want to, just—"
"bye."
A low and hoarse voice slowly rolled out of his throat. He smiled, stroked the mahogany hairpin in her hair with his fingers, and said word by word: "I was just thinking, the princess is very beautiful today."
Su Qing'an trembled slightly.
The next moment, Cen Zhou firmly grasped her wrist, pressed her down on the old futon in front of the Buddha statue and knelt down: "Don't regret it."
"I won't break my promise, Jin Yuan."
"The target of the redemption mission has a blackening value of 60!"
The cold night was deep and deep, and the mountains were desolate and desolate. The autumn flowers were withering and falling from the branches. There were still two magpies staying beside them, their black eyes reflecting the barren surroundings.
The temple, which has been neglected for many years, is full of dust, and the window sashes that have been blown by the wind are already rotten.
The beams on the roof are still strong and strong, showing the long-term vicissitudes of the building.
The temples that no one has worshiped and believed in for a long time have been forgotten in the past.
They knelt piously on the futon, worshiped and got married in the coldest night and in the most dilapidated temple, but it was far better than the splendor of the ten miles of red makeup!
Who said that mahogany hairpins can't match Fengguanxiapei? !
Zhenghong's wedding dress was stained with the blood left over from the battlefield, trickling down from the sleeves, forming a small patch of blood on the ground, the scars were unhealed and dilapidated.
"Worship heaven and earth!"
The two faced the Buddha statue and kowtowed three times in the dilapidated temple.
In a trance, the bridesmaid's sharp and beaming voice echoed, echoing...
There is a lively suona sound in my ears, gongs and drums are beating continuously, and the wedding sedan chair travels across the entire Jian'an City in the sun. The girl is sitting in the sedan chair, and the general is riding a horse in front.
"Two thanks to the high hall!"
The two faced the Buddha statue again and kowtowed three times.
Full of guests and friends, the sedan chair finally stopped at the Dingbei General's Mansion. The lobby was bright red and the flickering candles blurred everyone's faces. They kowtowed three times and nine times amidst the sound of blessings.
"Bye husband and wife!"
The world is dark and everything is silent.
The frosty moonlight shines into this desolate temple through the hole, and the dusty Buddha statues seem to be lifelike.
Cen Zhou and Su Qingan turned around and faced each other, with smiles in their eyes, ignoring those worldly disputes, not caring where they were, and kowtowing three times.
Solemn and solemn.
At this moment, she is not a high-ranking princess, and he is not the famous General Dingbei.
They only have such a short time to be the most ordinary couple.
From now on, in my life, I can no longer desire the ordinary.
When Su Qing'an kowtowed, she couldn't hold back her frail body. She coughed several times in a low voice, her blue hair slipped down with her movements, and she stood up straight with her forehead on the ground. She closed her eyes and thought in her heart.
Bodhisattva, if there is really a Bodhisattva in this world.
I beg you to open your eyes and see him, Ling Shuang and Aoxue, who amazes the world, and see him denouncing ghosts and gods with righteousness.Take a good look, such a good person, you should bless him with a good life, blow the wind of freedom, walk the road of freedom, and don't let him fall into the quagmire and struggle in this world.
He is such a good person, he can't be as bad as me.
Su Qingan didn't believe in ghosts and gods. This was the only time in her life that she secretly begged the Buddha for her husband's safety.
Kowtow, and then kowtow.
Cen Zhou's dark eyes reflected a fiery red, which burned to the bottom of his heart. What he had experienced in those years echoed in front of his eyes, and finally stayed on the woman's eyebrows.
Since I was young holding a sword, I have wished in this life, that the mountains and rivers will be safe, the country will live in peace and the people will be safe.The second is my wish, to marry the person I like, to sing in harmony, and to grow old together.
There are thousands of miles of yellow sand, nine deaths, and glory and fame are all things outside the body. The so-called desire is nothing more than the second.
Today, in the high hall of the old temple, three worships and nine kowtows, begging my princess to sit on the high platform, smooth and happy.
"Licheng-"
The big wedding in Jian'an City was really lively, and it was a good story. On the wedding night, the wedding candles were flickering. He lifted her hijab, and they drank together by candlelight.
In fact, the dilapidated Buddha statue on the high platform was the only witness of their wedding.
Mountain birds frighten the forest, smoke cages, cold water, moon cages and sand.Across the river, on the other side of the river, there are singers singing opera, and their voices echo in the sky, like a cuckoo weeping blood.
"Seeing him get up from the Zhulou, seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapse! I have slept in the moss and green tiles, and I have seen the rise and fall of 50 years."
"That Wuyi Lane is not surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at night in Mochou Lake, and owls live in Phoenix Terrace. The dream of the remnant mountain is the most real, and the old scene is hard to lose. I don't believe that this map has been changed..."
On a cold moonlit night, on the bank of the river, in a temple.
"I'm married to you, Cen Jinyuan."
She is the wife of Jianghu swordsman Cen Zhou, Su Qingan.
The woman fell into his arms, and the obsession that she was holding on to had a positive result, and she couldn't hold on any longer...
He said: "Always love."
No matter how much you hate, you never let go.
Can't let go of one person for three years, and guards his widowed wife in his heart.
A youthful promise is a lifetime.
His firm voice fell with the wind, he looked directly at her, looked at her, his brows were as cold as cold stars, his clothes were stained with blood and scorched his eyes, and he went back to the time when the grass was growing and the warbler was flying, and the boy was running in the winding corridors of the princess mansion, full of sincerity. Meet his soulmate.
Su Qingan got her answer.
Cen Zhou in the previous life loved her or not, so what?His life is because of her.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't know the cause and effect of his previous life, she still remembers, as long as one of them remembers it.
Nine out of ten regrets in the world are common, and Su Qing'an can get one or two points of luck, she is content.
This time.
He is innocent, and she guards him.
"Then you marry me." Under the astonished expression of the other party, Su Qing'an struggled to support her figure, hooked the general's neck, raised her head and smiled at him. In this narrow world, she was still dressed when she came to marry him. The bright red wedding dress prepared, the charming lips and teeth are like the unbroken love in the previous life.
The palm-sized face, the corners of the eyes and the brows are full of misery, cold sweat drips along the pale forehead, and the soft lips are chapped and bloodless, which is painful.
But she is still honored as a princess, born with pride.
The night outside was gloomy, and she smiled brightly. She raised her hand and pinned the peach hairpin that had been hidden on her body to her hair.
The broken cracks that have been repaired can also shine brightly, against the blue silk and red clothes, like a touch of peach blossom crimson.
"It's right here, let's worship!"
Cen Zhou didn't speak for a while, his eyes fell directly on the peach wood hairpin in the woman's black hair. Su Qing'an was covered with injuries, but the hairpin was well protected, and it wasn't stained with any blood. , bright as the moon.
To this day, Cen Zhou can still clearly recall the joy when he carved it, and also remember the dusty despair of the wooden hairpin falling into the mire.
If you wear it three years later, why not?
In the silence, Su Qing'an moved her eyelashes: "If you don't want to, just—"
"bye."
A low and hoarse voice slowly rolled out of his throat. He smiled, stroked the mahogany hairpin in her hair with his fingers, and said word by word: "I was just thinking, the princess is very beautiful today."
Su Qing'an trembled slightly.
The next moment, Cen Zhou firmly grasped her wrist, pressed her down on the old futon in front of the Buddha statue and knelt down: "Don't regret it."
"I won't break my promise, Jin Yuan."
"The target of the redemption mission has a blackening value of 60!"
The cold night was deep and deep, and the mountains were desolate and desolate. The autumn flowers were withering and falling from the branches. There were still two magpies staying beside them, their black eyes reflecting the barren surroundings.
The temple, which has been neglected for many years, is full of dust, and the window sashes that have been blown by the wind are already rotten.
The beams on the roof are still strong and strong, showing the long-term vicissitudes of the building.
The temples that no one has worshiped and believed in for a long time have been forgotten in the past.
They knelt piously on the futon, worshiped and got married in the coldest night and in the most dilapidated temple, but it was far better than the splendor of the ten miles of red makeup!
Who said that mahogany hairpins can't match Fengguanxiapei? !
Zhenghong's wedding dress was stained with the blood left over from the battlefield, trickling down from the sleeves, forming a small patch of blood on the ground, the scars were unhealed and dilapidated.
"Worship heaven and earth!"
The two faced the Buddha statue and kowtowed three times in the dilapidated temple.
In a trance, the bridesmaid's sharp and beaming voice echoed, echoing...
There is a lively suona sound in my ears, gongs and drums are beating continuously, and the wedding sedan chair travels across the entire Jian'an City in the sun. The girl is sitting in the sedan chair, and the general is riding a horse in front.
"Two thanks to the high hall!"
The two faced the Buddha statue again and kowtowed three times.
Full of guests and friends, the sedan chair finally stopped at the Dingbei General's Mansion. The lobby was bright red and the flickering candles blurred everyone's faces. They kowtowed three times and nine times amidst the sound of blessings.
"Bye husband and wife!"
The world is dark and everything is silent.
The frosty moonlight shines into this desolate temple through the hole, and the dusty Buddha statues seem to be lifelike.
Cen Zhou and Su Qingan turned around and faced each other, with smiles in their eyes, ignoring those worldly disputes, not caring where they were, and kowtowing three times.
Solemn and solemn.
At this moment, she is not a high-ranking princess, and he is not the famous General Dingbei.
They only have such a short time to be the most ordinary couple.
From now on, in my life, I can no longer desire the ordinary.
When Su Qing'an kowtowed, she couldn't hold back her frail body. She coughed several times in a low voice, her blue hair slipped down with her movements, and she stood up straight with her forehead on the ground. She closed her eyes and thought in her heart.
Bodhisattva, if there is really a Bodhisattva in this world.
I beg you to open your eyes and see him, Ling Shuang and Aoxue, who amazes the world, and see him denouncing ghosts and gods with righteousness.Take a good look, such a good person, you should bless him with a good life, blow the wind of freedom, walk the road of freedom, and don't let him fall into the quagmire and struggle in this world.
He is such a good person, he can't be as bad as me.
Su Qingan didn't believe in ghosts and gods. This was the only time in her life that she secretly begged the Buddha for her husband's safety.
Kowtow, and then kowtow.
Cen Zhou's dark eyes reflected a fiery red, which burned to the bottom of his heart. What he had experienced in those years echoed in front of his eyes, and finally stayed on the woman's eyebrows.
Since I was young holding a sword, I have wished in this life, that the mountains and rivers will be safe, the country will live in peace and the people will be safe.The second is my wish, to marry the person I like, to sing in harmony, and to grow old together.
There are thousands of miles of yellow sand, nine deaths, and glory and fame are all things outside the body. The so-called desire is nothing more than the second.
Today, in the high hall of the old temple, three worships and nine kowtows, begging my princess to sit on the high platform, smooth and happy.
"Licheng-"
The big wedding in Jian'an City was really lively, and it was a good story. On the wedding night, the wedding candles were flickering. He lifted her hijab, and they drank together by candlelight.
In fact, the dilapidated Buddha statue on the high platform was the only witness of their wedding.
Mountain birds frighten the forest, smoke cages, cold water, moon cages and sand.Across the river, on the other side of the river, there are singers singing opera, and their voices echo in the sky, like a cuckoo weeping blood.
"Seeing him get up from the Zhulou, seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapse! I have slept in the moss and green tiles, and I have seen the rise and fall of 50 years."
"That Wuyi Lane is not surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at night in Mochou Lake, and owls live in Phoenix Terrace. The dream of the remnant mountain is the most real, and the old scene is hard to lose. I don't believe that this map has been changed..."
On a cold moonlit night, on the bank of the river, in a temple.
"I'm married to you, Cen Jinyuan."
She is the wife of Jianghu swordsman Cen Zhou, Su Qingan.
The woman fell into his arms, and the obsession that she was holding on to had a positive result, and she couldn't hold on any longer...
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