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

   "Prince." The man held the smashed pear in grief and said, "Caomin's pear is gone!"

  Su Ziheng's face was ashen, he rolled his sleeves and left!

   "Woooooo my poor pear, don't mind the prince, you're going to die!"

  Su Qingan took out a pouch containing money from Gu Feibai's waist, took out pieces of silver, and threw one to the stall owner who was mourning Li, and the other to the little beggar.

   "Keep it."

   Both are overjoyed.

   "My pears!" The stall owner held the silver in a cadence manner, "You have the money for the burial, you finally closed your eyes and died in the right place! Thank you Princess Zhaoyi, and the Prince of Nanning!!"

  Gu Feibai couldn't bear to look directly, it was too exaggerated, and he praised for a long time: "You have a really good relationship with your pear."

  The stall owner wiped away his tears: "It's not easy for us to depend on each other."

  Gu Feibai smiled awkwardly and politely.

   The little beggar smiled brightly, wiped his dirty face, his eyes were as bright as black grapes, and gleamed, he patted his chest to assure, and his voice was childish.

   "The future of Thirteenth will belong to the prince of the princess! You let me go east, I will never go west!"

   "What does this palace want your life for?" Su Qingan asked, her brows turning against the light of Chunhan.

The little beggar smiled and said, not at all afraid: "Although I am a beggar, I can't help the princess much, but this gossip about Jian'an City, I dare to say the first, no one dares to say the second, what the princess wants to know, even though ask me!"

   "Your name is Thirteen?" Su Qingan whispered.

   The little beggar nodded vigorously.

   "Bengong doesn't need you to inquire about the news now. Take the money to buy some food and change into new clothes."

   Her tone is very gentle, and after deliberately restraining her dignity, she has an air of reliance and convincing.

  Thirteen couldn't help blushing, scratching his head awkwardly, thinking that what the princess said was really nice.

  Gu Feibai touched his empty wallet and fell into deep thought.

   seems to have lost something.

   When Su Qingan returned to the house, the sky turned dark, and the sky was cloudy for a whole day. White light flashed, tearing the night sky, and the rumbling thunder sounded in an instant.

   "It's raining again." Su Qingan murmured.

   She walked along the mahogany corridor to the bedroom, and just saw the figure in the courtyard.

The rain dripped along the boy's bones, the cool wind blew the petals, and the moving crimson fell on his black hem. But he couldn't make up half of the indifference and loneliness in the mountains and fields in him.

   kneeling is also straight, eyebrows are distant mountains.

  It should be a splendid painting, which is more and more impersonal.

  Su Qing'an's gaze stayed on him for two seconds before falling on the residual red.

   I knelt for a day and a night, but I couldn't stand it, and I didn't faint.

  The man looked at her silently, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were cold and barren, as if he could tear off a piece of flesh and blood from her at any time.

   has not yielded yet.

  It doesn't matter, Su Qing'an's favorite thing is to tame wolves.

   She passed by the boy lightly: "Did you feed Hui Hui today?"

   Ruosu replied: "Hey, it can eat a lot."

The voice of    faded away, without the princess's instructions, the others bowed their heads and walked hurriedly, as if they did not see it.

   When Su Qingan walked into the inner hall, the cool wind suddenly blew pieces of peach blossoms towards her. The smell of the air was humid, and the fragrance of peach blossoms could hardly be smelled.

   She frowned and brushed the peach blossom petals off her shoulders, but the petals landed in her palm, alone and trembling.

   She clenched the peach petal slightly, then released her hand, quietly watching it drift into the distance.

   Su Qingan was ill for a long time, and traveled outside for another day. Ruosu ordered his servants to prepare hot water for bathing.

   "He kneels like this all day?" The man leaned against the bed and asked plainly.

   Ruosu nodded: "It's very stubborn."

   "Also in good health, he hasn't fallen yet." Su Qingan glanced out, saw a silhouette in the blurry rain screen, and a messy picture flashed before him, bloody.

  Su Qing'an didn't like this feeling.

   As if forgotten.

   But she clearly believed that in the year she was born again, she did not forget anything.

   "If so, let the dark camp find someone."

   "Princess please speak."

   "Ghost Doctor."

  Su Qingan was unable to complain about the name that Master had chosen outside, and said with a calm expression: "Be sure to find him."

   Ruosu hesitated: "The slave girl has heard of the reputation of the ghost hand and heavenly doctor, but he has always been unpredictable, and no one has seen the real face..."

"Get the pen and ink." Su Qingan smiled slightly, but she didn't expect that the first painting she drew for her master was a wanted order. If it doesn’t work out, you can arrest someone, but if he dares to run away, he will be tied to the capital.”

  Master: It is my blessing to have you!

  If you are ashamed and remembered by the princess, the life of this ghost doctor is probably not easy.

   It was really hard to find a master, but she could first use acupuncture and moxibustion to recuperate the body of the King of Nanning.

  Su Qingan thought, it seems that he will find a chance to meet the King of Nanning.

   She handed the portrait to Ruo Su.

  Su Qing is proficient in all aspects of Anqin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Danqing is even more outstanding. Ruosu believes that her princess is definitely the number one lady in the capital, but what is even better is her shrewdness and strategy.

  Her princess will not be trapped in a small world.

   It's just... This painting is a **** horse? !

"This—" Ruo Su was shocked, staring at the tattered old man in the portrait, holding two big drumsticks in his hand, not knowing whether it was because of Su Qing'an's painting, or whether it was a real person, completely ruining Ruo Su's relationship The impression of worship of a generation of ghost doctors.

  Su Qing'an did not change his face: "He looks rather ugly."

  “…”

  Although, Princess, is your painting a little personal grudge?

   After a short silence, Ruo Su went outside and ordered others. Su Qing'an didn't like the presence of outsiders in the inner hall, so she did not leave anyone to serve in the room. In the long silence, her heart throbbed with pain.

   She frowned, her face was a little pale, and she had to think of some things from the previous life.

  Su Qingan was never a good person, so when she wanted to get Cen Zhou, she tried every means.

  The swordsman also has no way to resist the emperor's order.

   In the end, he entered the Princess Mansion.

   At this time, it was just the beginning, and those **** methods were not used.

   What about this time...

  Su Qingan looked out the window, perhaps due to the intuition of fate, hesitating for the first time.

  The overwhelming pain in her heart made her very irritable, and she even resisted this unexplained emotion. She was madly trying to keep her away from something, and even every drop of blood was screaming for it, agitating and surging.

  Millions! Please do not--

  Su Qing'an endured that unbearable headache, her brows and eyes were dazzled by light and shadow, no one understood her emotions, and she spoke in confusion.