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

"do not move."

   The icy blade was pressed against the throat, and it made a cut without pity. The blue silk was laid under the body, and the slender curvature of the woman's neck would be very obvious. There were shallow blood marks on the fair skin, and blood beads were rushing from the blood vessels!

  Su Qingan didn't care, she didn't stop because of Cen Zhou's movements, her fingertips frivolously slid across the boy's neckline and touched the hot collarbone.

  Cen Zhou immediately grabbed her wrist, her thin lips tightened into a straight line, and her chin was sharp, revealing cold anger.

  Su Qingan knew that he had no strength at all, even bluffing, and became more and more unscrupulous. In the eyes of the other party, he pressed his fingertips on his lips, and said lazily with a smile.

   "It's really sad that you don't trust me so much, why can't you come here because of your face?"

   This is true, at least at this moment, the delicateness between his brows and eyes is so thin that the vulnerability of his illness is particularly attractive.

   The dazed look in her eyes because of her words is also fascinating, wanting more, destroying more, those emotions that start from her, break the rules, and be ecstatic.

   The slender fingers pinching the wrist bones tightened, leaving clear bruised finger marks.

  Su Qing'an has never been so close to anyone before, her nose is filled with the breath of a young man, like a pure glacier on the top of a snow-capped mountain, penetrating into her breath one by one, cool, strong, and sober.

   She propped up her upper body slightly, and when she raised her head, she ignored the cold sword on her neck, the tip of her nose almost hit the bridge of the boy's tall nose, and said, "You are so hot."

Cen Zhou threw her away in a state of embarrassment, quickly retracted his sword, rolled over and got out of bed, moving so fast that he seemed to be touching a smoldering fire, staring at her, suppressing the high fever cough in his throat, his voice getting hoarse and hoarse. Now, it's still a bit sexy, and it was quickly replaced by anger, and two words were almost squeezed out of the teeth: "Get out!"

  The unstable breath makes people explore.

   "Are you raised by wolves?" Su Qingan was weak, and probably couldn't take it any longer after suffering from the cold. She sat up from the bed, moved her wrists, and asked without raising her head.

  The boy stood on the ground, indifferent.

   "So vigilant."

  Su Qingan added the second half of the sentence, her hair and dress were a little messy, and her neck and wrists were clearly bumped with red marks due to the rough action just now.

  Cen Zhou stopped for less than a second, looked away, frowned slightly, and emphasized again: "Go out."

  He thought it was an assassin at first, and he never thought that Princess Zhaoyi of the dignified Jian'an City would come to a man's room late at night.

   The atmosphere between them was always tense, and the feeling of rejection on the other side was not only directed at her, or was the same for everyone.

   "You attacked me and then drove me out. Are the rules of the world now like this?" Su Qingan stood up.

  Cen Zhou reminded her bluntly: "You came first."

   "Ben Gong came here because he was worried that you had a fever, and it was out of good intentions, and if you committed the following crimes, it did not discriminate between superiors and inferiors. These are two things." Su Qingan raised her eyebrows and walked towards him, approaching, "How can they be confused?"

  Cen Zhou was not used to being so close to people and took a step back.

   "What on earth does the princess want?"

   "Said it, make up for this palace." Su Qingan walked forward again.

   He took another step back.

  Su Qingan refused to let it go so easily, and pressed hard step by step.

  The young man did not retreat, his back was sharp and straight, his side face became more and more chilling, his brain was a little dizzy and slow due to the high fever, his vision was blurred, his aura did not drop, and he fixedly looked at Su Qingan.

   "You're so beautiful—" she seemed to murmur, "I don't want to be the secret guard of the princess' mansion, so how about face-to-face?"

  Cen Zhou's eyelashes trembled unexpectedly, and his eyes were a bit of ice-breaking surprise.

  Perhaps it was the first time he heard such words, Su Qingan could feel the overwhelming shock beneath his calm surface, and suddenly he was in a good mood.

   "Princess self-respect."

   In two days, he said it a second time.

  The young swordsman carried the long sword behind his back, and his posture was as straight as a green pine and cypress. He was wrapped in the breath of a lonely man in the mountains. He was dressed in black and had a sword. His eyebrows and eyes were full of refusal to alienate.

   The shadow casts a cold and attractive arc on the side of the high nose bridge. The lips are thin, a little red, and the jaw is distinct. At this moment, it stretches into a smooth line, and there is a sense of sick vulnerability and youthful air.

   Even more deadly, when he spoke, there would be a faint dimple on the left cheek.

   Some want Su Qingan... to dig out the dimples.

   is just this kind of thing, destined to not be able to own it.

  Su Qing'an had to admit that all her interest in Cen Zhou came from the other party - his always indifferent attitude, his unyielding eyes, and that face.

   She casually placed a white jade medicine bottle on the table, and made a neither light nor heavy sound: "Take two, don't burn your life to death."

  Cen Zhou turned sideways and let her go without even a single thank you or eyes.

   The black clothes followed the movement, revealing the cyan jade pendant around his waist.

  Su Qingan felt vaguely familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before, and she passed him: "Cen Zhou."

   Princess lowered her eyes and smiled: "You are free, don't let me see you again."

   Because of the term of freedom.

   She has the final say.

The next day, when Su Qingan woke up, she heard that Cen Zhou had left. No one knew when he left or where he went. He opened the door and no one could be seen, and even the temperature of the bed was cold. of.

The only proof of   's existence was the medicine he left on the rosewood table.

   never moved.

   "This medicine..." As soon as Ruo Su was about to ask, he heard Su Qing'an say it.

   "Throw it away."

  Qi Lou: "…"

   Once there was a man.

   Gentle sent to him before he did not want, later, tsk.

  …

   Royal Palace.

   Glazed tiles, vermilion walls.

   Countless heroes all over the world bow their waists and are buried.

   In the cracks of the bluestone slab, there is still blood from that year, and no matter how you wipe it, it cannot be wiped off. The bloodstains remind generations of people.

   Now, the imperial concubine is favored and won the emperor's heart, and gave birth to the fourth prince for Emperor Liang. In addition, his father is the minister of punishment, and he has made great contributions in a recent case.

  Even the queen has to retreat for one or two!

  In the main hall, the sound of silk and bamboo is endless, and the wine is extravagant.

  Su Qingan walked all the way, every step was very slow, she was born here, died here, and brought nothing.

   The pain of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, how can she be alone?

   She stared at the top of the main hall. The emperor, the queen, and tonight's birthday star did not come.

   "Qingqing!" Gu Feibai's eyes lit up when he saw Su Qingan, he immediately passed Zhang Shuliang, and walked over.

  Su Qingan nodded to her.

   The young man is also red today, arrogant and wanton.

   This birthday was held in a grand manner, but all the princes and princesses in Beijing were present, as well as young children of aristocratic families, old courtiers and elders.

  Su Qingan guessed that Emperor Liang would not hold a birthday banquet just because he liked beauty. Her father, the emperor, was not a person who covets beauty. She wanted to come and support the noble concubine's mother's family and beat the queen.

The position of    Queen is not necessarily easy.

   Zhang Shuliang saw Su Qingan and gave her a provocative smile, and was completely ignored by the latter.

   "What are you talking about? It's so lively?" Duan Fang's smiling voice fell.

   Everyone bowed their knees and said in unison, "Empress Empress Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose-"

Su Qing'an narrowed her eyes and looked at the figure in the red palace dress. The peony on the skirt was vivid and her hair was swaying with the glaze. 's color.