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

Daliang Dynasty.

Forever in the winter of 19.

In the deep forest, heavy snow overturned.

All the guards are doing their best to hunt down a wolf and gallop their horses.

It was a gift handpicked by His Majesty to Princess Zhaoyi.

It was what Princess Zhaoyi wanted personally.

She doesn't want a thousand taels of gold, a good house and a good horse. In front of everyone at the palace banquet, the eight-year-old girl was dressed in white, with a wooden hairpin in her hair, and said with a gentle smile, "Zhaoyi wants to raise her." A wolf."

Shocked everyone.

It's as if no one could have imagined that a child would be resourceful, quick-witted, and make great contributions to the political affairs of managing the floods in the south of the Yangtze River.

Speaking of the story of Princess Zhaoyi, she really climbed out of the bone-like forest step by step.

Monster, the guard thought to himself.

It's a pity that he is born weak and depends on medicine, so he may be short-lived and won't live long.

It has gone deep into the mountains for hundreds of miles, but no wild lone wolf has been caught yet.

"Princess." The chief guard walked up to her and shook his head slightly.

The snow was flying heavily, submerging the thousand-year-old trees. An eight or nine-year-old girl was standing in the depths of the forest with her arms folded. She wore a snow-white white dress and a red fox cloak with a thick and ancient charm. Against the backdrop of her pale and sickly skin, she still couldn't stop her. Live in a body that is so thin that only bones are left.

"Didn't you find it?" Her voice was soft and soft, accompanied by a suppressed and weak cough, which could not be resisted, "It's okay, continue."

Princess Zhaoyi said to continue, so she had to continue.

If you don't catch it, don't go back.

Su Qing quietly looked at the green hills in the distance, the blue hair reached her waist, and the wind was blowing, drifting across Lingding's slender neck, and the scarlet tear mole under the corner of her right eye, adding a touch of coquettishness to her gentle face.

Standing at that time, it looked like an old painting of an ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, full of compassion, like a banished fairy.

It's a pity that those eyes are the embers of the fire, hiding deep ambition and cruel killing.

It is the noblest desire for power.

The imperial guards searched the mountains for a whole day, and finally found a wolf before dark!

Next is the hunting and hunting of the sky and the earth——

The howling of wolves pierced the top of the mountain, and the snow fell more and more. There is no moon on the top of the mountain tonight, so it should be a night of ghosts.

But whatever Su Qingan wanted, she would do anything to get it.

"It's windy at night, the princess is afraid she won't be able to bear it, why don't you go back first."

The chief guard persuaded, lest something happen to this noble princess, they can't afford it.

"I want to see it with my own eyes." Su Qingan said calmly, with royal dignity, "my pet."

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the footsteps were chaotic and pressing.

The wolf is howling, the hunter is chasing.

Princess Zhaoyi was riding on a steed, with snowy light flowing on her body, like a Buddha statue enshrined in a temple.

Half a piece of jade face, stunningly beautiful.

secretly...

The habitat of wolves.

A pair of cold eyes watched this scene.

Under the heavy snow, it was full of murderous intentions, blood, and ferocity. Those were a pair of human eyes, but they had no human emotions at all.

In places where the snow does not shine, four or five-year-old wolf cubs live among wolves, are raised by female wolves, and grow wildly.

He knelt down on one knee, pressed against the dead wood, making no sound at all, which was frightening.

That immature and green face, the straight and straight arc of the bridge of the nose at first sight, hidden in the shadows, is cold-blooded and numb that does not match the age.

Pupils are like wolves.

Eyeing on Su Qing'an.

Aggressiveness filled the air silently.

The howling sound overflowed from the throat, conveying some information, the adult wild wolf slowly climbed up the young boy's back, and rubbed his face affectionately with its wolf ears.

The four or five-year-old child tilted his head, under the slender eyelashes, the pupils revealed animal cruelty, and clearly had a soft and vivid face.

The voice is dry and hoarse.

"Kill her."

The adult silver wolf roared, its dark green pupils looked at him, and behind them was a pack of wolves.

far away.

Su Qing'an frowned when she realized it, and looked up, the wind passed by Lin Shao, and the snow was heavy, so she didn't see anything.

The little girl's bright red cloak and snow-white skirt are extremely quiet and charming.

She walked over step by step.

The snow-white and expensive brocade boots stepped on the ground, leaving deep and shallow footprints on the snow, making a slight creaking sound.

One step, two steps.

near...

Just then, a voice came from behind.

"Princess, the wolf has caught it!"

Su Qing'an stopped, turned around, and looked over.

She has the most gentle eyes, but they are full of the most ruthless ambition in the world. Looking at the bloody wolf cub, she disregarded the dissuasion of the guards, approached it without hesitation, and heard the vigilant roar in its throat, even the inside of her body. All bloodlines are starting to get excited.

"Little guy." She smiled sweetly, her voice was still immature, "I caught you."

"Aww—" The cub screamed ferociously, dying, its green crystal eyes fixed on Su Qing'an.

She reaches out.

The face of the guard next to him changed drastically: "Princess!"

Su Qingan told him to shut up.

The wolf bit her wrist fiercely. She frowned and opened its jaw abruptly, her voice was very soft: "Bite, let's see if I have a short life, or you die first, huh? Little beast."

The wolf is spiritual and can understand her words.

Stalemate, dead silence.

There is only cold wind in the mountains, and there are scars everywhere.

There was no moon that night.

Later, Princess Zhaoyi and the imperial army left the forest, and the footprints of the horses were covered by heavy snow. Behind him, a wolf boy came out of the shadows, surrounded by a pack of wolves.

Snowflakes fell on his long black eyelashes, showing the cruelty of ignorant killing.

That year, the mountains were covered by heavy snow, and the bright moon was rarely seen.

...

Ten years later.

In the summer and July of the 29th year of Yonglin.

Daliang is prosperous, and Kyoto is prosperous.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, three thousand lamps are always bright.

The road from Jian'an City to Luoyang has continuous mountains.

It was a natural disaster and the fields were dry. Princess Zhaoyi lived in the temple for a long time, eating fast and praying to Buddha, praying for good weather in Daliang, and God bless Daliang.

Praying day and night, on the day when the princess stepped onto the altar, the heavy rain was coming, and everyone said that the princess was sincere and moved God.

Two days later, Princess Fengjia set off from Gusu Temple in Luoyang and returned to Kyoto.

No one knows that chanting Buddha's name is to avoid disasters, and praying for blessings is a calculation. The right time, place and people are calculated with her, and she plans carefully to win thousands of miles, only to finally ascend to the bone-like throne one day.

Not surprisingly, this Luoyang, she will not come again.

Su Qing'an leaned against the carriage in a good mood, and looked out through the curtain with her bare hands. The corners of her eyes were full of tears and moles. She was gentle and beautiful, with a bodhisattva heart.

The sun shines on half of her face, showing a morbid and illusory beauty.

She was too weak to be blown by the wind, so she lowered the curtain.

at the same time.

A piece of silver was placed on the wine table, and the young man left with a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine. He rode his horse galloping along Luoyang Road, and the wind blew up his clothes, hunting wildly.

The onlookers clapped their hands and laughed wildly, so what's wrong with being sparse, so what's wrong with being crazy?
The horse's hooves raised high and then fell down, stepping across Luoyang Road, splashing dust all over the ground.

Wearing black clothes, a sword, and a jug of wine.

He is a chivalrous man with a clear heart.

On the day Su Qing'an left Luoyang, it was a beautiful day and a pleasure to behold.

The boy on the horse and the princess's phoenix passed each other on the long street, and they went in opposite directions, getting farther and farther away.

"Princess Zhaoyi."

In the distance, the young man looked back on horseback, his brows were cold, his chivalry was tough, and his youthful spirit, he was naturally incomparable, as high as the sky.

Those pure black wolf eyes reflected the bustling Luoyang Street for ten miles, and the princess Luanjia.

Cen Zhou didn't care much about looking back, he was unfamiliar and alienated, he lowered his head, and saw the beggar who looked up timidly: "Brother, can you buy me a bun?"

The boy turned around on horseback, and threw him a few taels of silver, and said in a low voice, "Go buy it."

He was born free, grew up in the rivers and lakes, and loved without fear.

"Princess Zhaoyi." The maid beside her called out, "The wind is strong, the princess must not catch a cold."

Su Qing'an narrowed her eyes slightly, and agreed, but lazily retracted her gaze, closed her eyes and rested her mind.

One person walks towards the road of imperial power and wealth, while the other walks towards the high mountains and far away places.

Mountain birds and fish have different paths, why meet each other before.

At this time, they still don't know that their fate will be connected together in the early spring of Yonglin 32, a fateful miss, and a destined reunion.

After a long time, no one should bow their heads.

...

Forever in the autumn of 45 years.

At the border, the sky is full of yellow sand, and a sword is frosty and cold, cutting across the boundless mountains and rivers.

I undressed my battle robes with the general, and slept together for a hundred generations.

...

after that.

In the high hall of the king, knights travel in the rivers and lakes.

Dong Xue can't replace the white head, and the mountains and rivers will finally meet again from then on.

The ninety thousand li mountain range stretches continuously, and guests come from afar, which is their unswerving fate until death.