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

  Chapter 698 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes Villain Script 28

   "Still practicing swordsmanship." Ruosu replied.

  Su Qingan's meaning is unclear: "It's hard work."

   Back from the mountains outside the suburbs of Beijing that day, Ruo Su was stunned when she saw the young man riding a horse in the front, and then saw the princess who came down from the carriage.

   "Cen Zhou." Su Qingan called lazily.

  Cen Zhou rolled over and dismounted: "What are you doing?"

   "Fuben Gong." She stretched out her hand from the carriage, her fingers delicate and beautiful, and her tone was slow.

  “…”

   "You're not lame." Cen Zhou looked at her and narrated.

   In the world, he was the first person who dared to talk to Su Qingan like this.

   "The dark guard should be like the dark guard, and the order of this palace is the sky."

   A chuckle fell from the curtain, and the wind blew, revealing bright rosy lips.

   "And, you just bitten..."

   Before he finished speaking, his wrist was grabbed by someone, and the cold temperature was applied to the skin of the wrist bone, and then the force was tightened. The whole person was staggered and dragged out, but he stood firmly on the ground.

  Cen Zhou let go before she could react: "Let's go."

  Su Qing'an rubbed her aching wrist, looking at the expressionless but handsome face of the young man, she thought it was quite amusing: "Take it lightly next time."

   At this moment, a silver-grey agile figure rushed towards her!

   "Little Gray." She hooked the corner of her lower lip without changing her face, and stroked its head with her fingers.

  The wolf howls echoed throughout the Princess Mansion.

This is a wolf with silver-gray hair, ferocious and thin limbs, with a unique aggressiveness that belongs to beasts. The pair of green wolf pupils exudes a cold light, but they rub their head against Su Qing'an's palm. .

   "Have you eaten well today?"

   "Ow!"

   "Don't mess with Aunt Ruosu."

   "Ow!"

  #barrier-free communication

   Even though the other servants of the Princess Mansion are used to seeing this scene, their legs are a little weak, it is a wolf after all!

  Wolf can't be tamed, who knows...would it suddenly bite human flesh.

  Su Qingan pointed out: "It would be nice if some people were as obedient as you."

  Cen Zhou looked at the wolf beside him, inexplicable in his eyes.

   When Su Qingan picked it up, she was only six years old. Back then, Xiao Hui was just a wolf dog puppy, dying, and she was just a pitiful creature who was bullied by others in the deep palace.

   It took her a long time to tame and raise it. Even so, she almost lost her life in the process. The most dangerous time was probably when the whole arm was dripping with blood, showing the bones.

   Su Qing'an didn't even blink at the time, when she was six years old.

  Some people are crazy in their bones.

   Logically speaking, Xiao Hui would be fierce when he saw outsiders, but now one man and one wolf stared at each other for 30 seconds.

  Xiaohui actually fell down beside Cen Zhou's feet!

   This look of intimacy surprised Ruo Su, and even Su Qingan was a little surprised.

  Cen Zhou grew up in a pack of wolves. It can be said that without the feeding of wolves, there would be no him. He didn't feel anything. He leaned over, half-knelt there, and stuck his fingers coldly and affectionately against Xiao Hui's head.

   "Ow!" Xiao Hui shouted happily.

   The cries evoked the deep memories of Cen Zhou, he knelt down on one knee and hugged Xiao Hui, unable to let go for a long time.

   "Princess." Ruosu looked at this scene hesitantly, Cen Zhou's reaction broke her cognition, it turned out to be like a long-lost friend.

   stuttered: "He... how did he arrange it?"

   The last ray of twilight was burning with hot light, falling on his shoulders and also on Su Qing'an's skirt.

   The picture of Cen Zhou hugging Xiao Hui actually made her taste good, she was not as good as Xiao Hui!

   is also good, if he likes, there is his entanglement.

  Su Qingan looked at him sideways: "From today onwards, he is the secret guard of this palace, and naturally he will live in the place closest to the dormitory."

  Cen Zhou stood up, his eyelashes held up a handful of splendid twilight, but he still couldn't warm up the coldness. The black hair and the cold sword in black matched with the cold sword, still a loner temperament, but he did not refute.

   Ruo Su thought about it, and it seems that the princess has not left anything since ancient times.

   Xiaohui is, and so is Cen Zhou.

   Ruosu still remembered that Su Qingan had raised a beautiful and docile bird before, but that bird sneaked out and ate food from other palaces.

   Later, Ruo Su saw the bird's body outside Su Qing'an's attic.

   was strangled.

  Su Qingan sympathetically buried the body for it at that time, like a Bodhisattva who saved the common people: "Poor little, find a good place in the next life."

   However, it was she who strangled it.

"Cen Zhou." Su Qingan turned around and stood in front of the boy. He was much taller than her. Seeing that he was about to raise his head, she raised her hand affectionately and sweetly to tidy the neckline for the boy, "I'm looking forward to it, you Performance."

   Her fingertips slid across his neck, Cen Zhou looked at her lightly, and his thin lips parted lightly: "Is there anything else the princess?"

"No." Su Qing'an knew very well that people couldn't be forced too hard. For a person like Cen Zhou, she wanted to eat him bit by bit and make him her private property, "Tonight, Have a good dream."

  The evening wind took away the sweet but bitter medicinal scent of the woman.

   She turned and left, her thin and weak back supported a white dress, and her shoulders were covered with the glory of the capital.

  Cen Zhou went against her.

  Xiaohui looked left and right, shook his head, and finally stumbled towards Cen Zhou's footsteps.

   Carved beams and painted buildings, nine-curved corridor.

  Peony flowers are in full bloom, in various poses and in different expressions, blooming the wealth of the world.

  Cen Zhou's hand touched the cold jade in his arms. Could the secret of his identity be related to the jade pendant he carried since he was a child?

  Everyone said that this jade is not simple, it is definitely not a common thing.

  What about riches and honors, how come close relatives? Disgust swept through his heart.

   The sound of Xiao Hui's running behind him followed, and Cen Zhou slowed down.

  Healthy Pot is so tired that he doesn't want to talk. Since he came to this world, he has never lived a day in peace.

   "Dear host, I think we should have a heart-to-heart talk."

   "I don't think we need to have a heart-to-heart talk."

"Needed." Qi Lou said with a smile, "Since your operation, the blackening value of the mission target has directly changed from 53 to 75. Don't you think you should say something when you return to before liberation? ?"

"Oh."

  Su Qingan: "Very good."

  “…”

  I thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to perfunctory me.

   Qi Lou became irritable: "It's only twenty-five o'clock, he's going to be full!"

   "What happens when it's full?" Su Qingan asked abruptly.

  Qi Lou was silent, and after a while he said, "You'd better pray that there will be no such day."

  Su Qingan felt a little difficult.

   Nanning Palace.

   A carriage stopped at the side door, and then a slender figure came down from it, wearing a white veil.

   "Princess Zhaoyi."

  The Nanning Palace was given by Emperor Liang more than ten years ago, and even the plaque was written by the emperor himself.

  The king of Nanning has been in the army for half his life, and he has engraved frugality in his bones. Naturally, he is not willing to spend extravagance and waste. He always talks about spending money on the army, so that he can train an extra cavalry and let his soldiers eat meat.

   He was very generous to the soldiers, and he was stingy to himself to the core, but unfortunately... Over the years, he has never been on the battlefield again, and he has never been to the military camp once.

  In the backyard of the palace, a man over fifty years old was sitting in a wheelchair. He was wearing a blue shirt, with a sturdy outline, a straight back, and a pair of eagle eyes that were sharp and bloody. He looked at the visitor with a smile.

   (end of this chapter)