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

  Chapter 700 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes Villain Script 30

   When Zhang Shuliang heard the news of the Crown Princess, she shook her head very excitedly: "I won't marry! I don't want to marry the Crown Prince!"

   Prime Minister Zhang stroked his beard: "Shu Liang, you must marry this marriage. You will be the queen in the future. Your words and deeds are related to the face of the Zhang family."

   Zhang Shuliang burst into tears and choked: "But I don't like the prince...I have someone I like..."

  The prime minister's eyes turned cold: "As a daughter of an aristocratic family, you have to pay the responsibilities of a daughter of an aristocratic family. What do you think the Zhang family raised you so much for?"

  Marriage events are never beyond our control.

   Royal power and wealth, generation after generation.

   can't escape the cage.

   Zhang Shuliang ran out in a hurry, but was stopped by the guards: "I'm going to find Cen Zhou! Don't stop me!"

  The prime minister stood behind, unable to see his expression clearly, so he ordered Zhang Shuliang to be locked in the room, and then released after he figured it out.

   "I like Cen Zhou..."

  Princess Mansion, when the boy heard Su Qingan's words, he didn't react. He turned his body sideways, his bones were thin and tall, and every body line was extremely beautiful and sharp, so let her go out.

   "Aren't you sad? She's going to marry someone else."

  Cen Zhou finally looked at her and stated, "I have nothing to do with her."

  Su Qing sighed, her eyelashes drooping.

do not have it? Then why stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion?

   She got into the carriage of Princess Zhaoyi's mansion, and Cen Zhou rode a horse outside.

   This is the first time he has left the palace since he came to the Princess Palace.

  Su Qingan handed him half a silver mask, and Wu Nong said softly: "Put it on, I don't want others to see my stuff."

  What is a dark guard? You must see the sun all year round, no matter day or night, respect one person as master, and be one person's sword.

   is absolute surrender.

   He never gave in to her.

  Su Qingan stretched out her hand in midair, and said in a quiet atmosphere, "Huh?"

   The next second, the young man reached out and took it, put it on his face without any hesitation, and asked her, "Is it alright?"

  The silver-white cold and simple mask covered half of his clean and green face, the profile of the profile hidden under the mask was cold and cold, and the superior jawline extended to the neck, submerging into the collarbone.

   Those eyes became deeper and deeper, and even the arc of the high nose bridge became mysterious.

  Su Qingan suddenly felt that this mask seemed to be a mistake for him, and she didn't say anything.

  The carriage drove all the way to a desolate place, which was the royal cemetery.

  The woman got off the carriage.

She didn't wear any accessories today, and the three thousand blue silk was only tied with a white headband. The wind blew up her skirt, like an illusory and grand, lonely but gorgeous butterfly that was about to spread its wings and fly away. world.

  Su Qingan walked in step by step and walked to the most remote and desolate place.

  The wind is a little cool.

   An unloved concubine cannot be buried in a good place, and it is a blessing not to be thrown in the mass grave.

  Su Qingan would rather scatter her ashes into the bottom of the sea after her death, and never bury her in the cold imperial tomb!

   It was clearly May, and it was very cool here.

  Su Qing put on the incense and said abruptly, "This is my mother-in-law."

   She looks the same as usual, but not the same.

   That kind of subtle change is difficult for ordinary people to feel clearly.

  Cen Zhou stood behind her like a shadow. He heard the words and raised his eyes, but he was not very comfortable with people, and he didn't know what to say at this moment: "Sorry."

   "I don't need your comfort, it seems strangely lacking in love, Ben Gong just came to see her."

  Today is my mother's death anniversary. At this time every year, Su Qingan will prepare her mother's favorite dishes and fruits to pay homage to.

  The tombstone was empty, and few people remembered her.

   The youngest daughter who gave her life desperately is still coddling under the knees of the queen who killed her.

  Su Qingan bent over, put her face close to the tombstone, and said softly, "Mother, my daughter still has a lot of things to do. See you next year...Mother, I hope to bring good news."

  The princess can only call the queen the queen, and the mother cannot be called the mother, but must be called the concubine.

   "The queen mother is still poisoned in the palace and has not woken up. Princess Zhaoyi still has a leisurely feeling to come here to call others her mother, she is really filial!"

  Su Ziheng stood there for some time, staring at Su Qing'an, suppressing the hatred in his eyes, his face was warm and cold.

   Seeing him, Su Qingan slowly straightened up, feeling extremely oppressive.

  New hatred and old hatred make two people with half the same blood in their bones, either you die or I live.

   "Today is the death anniversary of the concubine Ben Gong. I came to visit her. What taboo did I commit to the prince?"

  The cold voice blew away in the desolate wind of the cemetery.

   Echoes burst.

   "Oh, Gu, I almost forgot." Su Ziheng reacted with a mocking smile on his face.

   In a place like the cemetery where no one else was, Su Ziheng had no scruples about the decency of the prince.

   The contempt in his bones was suffocating, three steps and two steps were taken, and he rushed directly in front of Su Qing'an, his face was terrifying because of anger, and he couldn't restrain his calm, and he sneered.

   "Slaves and maids deserve to be worshipped too?!" The prince sneered, looking aloof. Being nurtured all along, Su Ziheng's cognition is exactly the same as that of his mother.

  Su Qing'an was abruptly, and there was a heavy yin in the glazed eyes.

   "I think she was killed by you when she died - Su Qing'an, you not only killed your own mother now! You also want to kill the orphan's uncle! The orphan's mother! Now you still have the face to worship-"

   was angry at Su Qing'an's eloquent speeches in the courtroom on weekdays, and Su Ziheng said nothing in the barren land without people.

  Ling Lie's sword swept across his throat.

   Shaved off a strand of hair.

  Su Ziheng froze.

   "Prince be careful!"

   The person holding the sword was a young man standing beside Su Qingan. He was dressed in black and wore a mask, which could not hide his **** murderous aura.

  Su Ziheng felt that he was a little familiar, as if he had seen it before.

   He slowly took a half step back, rolled his throat, and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "The beast around you dares to do something to Gu - believe it or not, Gu will kill him!"

  Su Qingan first saw Cen Zhou start, and was stunned for a moment: "Brother Huang, you can take a look, whether your order is fast, or my sword is fast."

  Cen Zhou indifferently pointed at Su Ziheng with the tip of his sword, knowing that the other party was a noble man, he was merciless and shaved his hair like mud.

Su Qing'an could feel the distaste for this kind of quarrel vaguely revealed in him, and she didn't leave because of her, smiling: "Isn't it too urgent for the emperor to come here so early to pray for the mother and queen? It still takes some time.”

   She dared to curse the queen!

   "Su Qing'an! Your mother died early, don't think that the lonely mother is like you, I think you are also a premature death."

  Su Qing's oil and salt did not enter: "Forgot, Huangmei also congratulates you, and has a good relationship with the one you love. I hope the queen mother can see the day of your wedding. She must be very happy."

   Su Ziheng's eyes were on fire.

   Zhang Shuliang had a bad attitude towards their marriage, and simply sneered.

   It's not like Su Qingan doesn't know!

   (end of this chapter)