The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Those black eyes were stained with the coolness of the rainy night, and they became more and more inhumane, reflecting Su Qingan's eyebrows.

   "Ben Gong said you can protect it." Su Qingan looked down at him with a firm tone.

   He used to call her princess in this tone, and he did it.

  Cen Zhou said the same thing again: "Please take the princess back."

   "Can you only say this one sentence?" Su Qingan asked back, and asked again, "Kneeling for so long, just for this?"

"Yes."

   She laughed, her voice tainted with a bit of high-level banter: "We Cen Zhou really cherish words like gold."

  Cen Zhou was silent, his brows and eyes were cold and resistant.

   He was always like this.

  Su Qingan looked at him: "Bring your sword."

   Ruosu didn't dare to say more, so the servants brought Su Qingan's sword.

  Su Qingan is weak, good at strategy and not good at martial arts, but only has a soft spot for swords, and is even more delighted with a good sword.

   She took the icy long sword from the maid's hand, the blade was still in the scabbard, her fingers tapped on the hilt, and she drew out the cold sword, making a contention!

  Sen Baijianguang pierced through the night and cut down the rain.

"A sword is a good sword..." Su Qing'an's fingertips carelessly brushed the blade of the sword, from the top to the end, in Ruosu's exclamation, a shallow bloodstain was drawn. Seconds pointed to Cen Zhou without warning, "Following the wrong master."

  Cen Zhou watched her movements, and in the few seconds from picking up the sword to unsheathing it, he could see that he never used the sword, and the flaws exposed could allow him to fight back in an instant.

   But he didn't move, even though the tip of the sword was suddenly aimed at his heart three inches away.

   As if the person being pointed at by the sword was not him, he remained on one knee and half-kneeling.

   And the next second, his expression was slightly stunned.

  Su Qingan held the sword in one hand, and the blade moved up inch by inch, slicing across his heart, front of clothes, Adam's apple, and finally provoked his chin, forcing the young man to raise his head!

   That delicate and cold face came into view. After being drenched in the rain for too long, his face was pale, adding a sense of cruelty.

   makes people want to destroy him completely.

  Amid the rain, the two stood and knelt down, holding an umbrella, while one held the other's chin with the tip of his sword.

  The blade of the sword was against the cold skin, and the raindrops ran along the chin and condensed on the tip of the sword, causing an imperceptible trembling.

   "I'm so unwilling to be with Ben Gong, what about Zhang Shuliang?" Su Qingan asked condescendingly, holding a sword, with a bit of murderous aura even in her weakness.

   "It has nothing to do with the princess."

  Cen Zhou raised his eyes, his eyelashes were black and long, and he had a pair of very sharp eyes. The eyes were narrow and long, with single eyelids.

   He wouldn't even say a reason.

   "The good one has nothing to do with Ben Gong." She looked at the face that was provoked by the tip of the sword, at his half-kneeling posture, the long-lost morbid desire for control swept through the nerve endings.

   Su Qing'an's emotions are morbid and crazy. She only uses her own way to get what she wants, and no one can correct this twisted method.

   For example, now, the more proud Cen Zhou is, the more she wants him to fall into the quagmire.

What does    look like?

  The sharp point of the sword wiped a shallow bloodstain on Cen Zhou's chin. The princess leaned over in the rain, and the oil-paper umbrella tilted even more toward the man.

   In Cen Zhou's eyes, the cold and pale fingertips touched his heart.

   The heartbeat under his fingertips is the same as his, the steady rhythm will never be disturbed, and because he is a living person, he reveals a fresh sense of power.

   He looked at her indifferently.

  Su Qing'an pressed against his heart even harder, as if holding the heart in his palm: "I followed Ben Gong, did I wrong you?"

   When she was talking, she couldn't stand the cold, she coughed several times, and the tear mole at the corner of her eye became more and more bright against the corner of the lamp.

   The distance is very close, so Cen Zhou can smell the fragrance of his daughter's house from her body, which is a fragrance that he has never touched before, so he avoids the fragrance, and rejects it in a flat tone: "Don't dare."

   is not dare, it is not impossible.

  Su Qingan suddenly laughed.

"Dong, dong, dong—" Under the girl's dodging movements, she leaned over to his ear, learned the rhythm of his heartbeat, uttered it in a breath, and from a distance, one leaned over and whispered in his ear, It's like an ambiguous ear rubbing together, "Your heartbeat has always been like this."

  Cen Zhou knelt on the ground, his black clothes were soaked by the rain, his fingers were dripping with water, his slender figure was faintly revealed, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he said, "Princess self-respect!"

  The atmosphere did not warm up at all, it was three points colder than this cold spring night rain.

   This heart under her hands.

   No matter the past or present life, you can't guess.

   can never be in control.

When Su Qing'an spoke, the heat fell on his ear, the rain was cold again, and the temperature was like ice and fire. She straightened up, threw the sword on the ground, and made a bang, the rain splashed and stained. Put on the blood red cloak.

   "It is the royal destiny that this palace calls you by name. If you dare to resist the decree, you are courting death!"

   "If you want to kneel, just kneel. When you figure it out, when you get up."

   Ruosu held an umbrella for her and stepped onto the steps of the palace.

  The door closed.

  Qi Lou: ? ? !

  Is this the attitude to complete the task!

   Is this the way to unlock redemption? !

   He was stunned: "What are you doing? The blackening value has risen to 80!"

   "Noisy."

  “?”

  Su Qing'an can even accept rebirth, but she may not be able to accept the strange words in Qi Lou's mouth. She understood and controlled it very quickly, and came to the conclusion that this little teapot poses no other threat other than her words.

   "There are many ways to eliminate the blackening value. I'm just trying to lower it first and then raise it. Be good, don't talk, eh?"

  Qi Lou: "…"

   I don't read much, don't lie to me.

  Jian'an's March is like spring, and the rain is also chilly, and it doesn't stop all night.

   That night, Su Qingan sat in front of the desk, listening to the sound of the rain outside, and when he looked up, he could see the figure kneeling outside.

   She lowered her eyes and looked at the sharp words on the rice paper.

  —The Prime Minister's House.

   With such power, what do the emperors who are still on the dragon chair think? It's not necessarily a good thing to have a high level of power.

   If Su Ziheng remarries the daughter of the Zhang family, is it the Su family's or the Zhang family's?

  The emperor needs someone to control Zhang's family, and she has a candidate.

   The next day was still cloudy.

   Palace maids filed in, and the inner hall was carved with beams and paintings, waiting for the princess to wash up.

   "Tomorrow is the concubine's birthday, will the princess enter the palace with Ah Huan?" The bronze mirror clearly reflected her delicate face, Ruo Su painted her eyebrows and whispered.

   "You don't have to wait for her." Su Qing'an was dressed in elegant clothes, with her clouded temples pinned to her hair, and a white brocade belt tied around her slim waist. She must have a graceful and immortal-like appearance, and the tear mole on the corner of her right eye added a bit of flair.

   Ruo Su felt that all the beauties in Jian'an City put together are not as good as the moles under the eyes of the princess.

   Speaking of the birthday of the imperial concubine, Su Qingan remembered one thing. Tomorrow will not be so good, and even something happened that made Emperor Lei Ting furious.

   She thought for a while: "Prepare the carriage."