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

  Su Qingan sat by the window, watching the swallows teach the chicks to fly, and listening to the ying sings and shaking the rain.

   She sometimes sits for a whole day, her posture is still, when she suddenly sees Huaying Nong in the west building, her sword qi is shocked for three thousand miles.

   So she propped her chin and looked lazily at the figure of the young man dancing swords under the tree in the distance, cut down a tree and blossomed, drifting with the light rain!

  The back of the man was lonely and indifferent, the hem of his clothes was bulging, and the wind was hunting.

   "Cen Zhou!" Su Qingan called out with a smile, her voice clear and melodious as she walked through the lush branches.

  The boy turned around and he could see her.

   The half-open window, the people inside, reclining, beautiful bones, tears and moles under the eyes are more prosperous.

   Looking through the rain curtain.

   The boy's eyelashes moved slightly, his thin lips tightened, he withdrew his gaze in the next second, turned and walked towards the West Building.

   "Cen Zhou."

   "Cen Zhou."

   The voice is soft and soft, like the soft words of Wu Nong in the south of the Yangtze River.

   Every time Cen Zhou danced his sword, Su Qingan would call him that.

   She was where he could see when he looked up.

   Get along every day, there is no way to avoid it.

  Su Qingan watched his back disappear, not annoyed, still smiling and waiting for him to come out next time.

   Most of him are withdrawn and indifferent.

   From the beginning of turning a blind eye, to hearing the sound, and then to four eyes.

   Maybe she was more forgiving, but Su Qingan wanted far more than that.

   She covets the arrogance of Shanhong in him.

   She wants to take it for herself.

  Su Qingan shook the pomegranate tree a few times when she was drunk, and smiled at Jianying with the lamp on. She was very drunk, and the young man was also very good at dancing the sword.

   At that time, her eyes were full of him.

  Su Qing'an's drinking capacity is not good, but Cen Zhou's drinking capacity is first-class, and the spirits are poured directly into the throat, and a thousand cups are not drunk.

   She would often come to him to drink and drink, but she couldn't stop him.

   is quite childish when drunk.

  The glass eyes are moist, stained with wine, and the fog is haunting.

  When she staggered close to him, he would push her away, frown and whisper, "The princess is drunk."

   "I'm not drunk." Her breath was very close, spraying on his neck, her head was also tilted in the deep neck of the boy, her breath was hot, "If you don't believe me, look."

There was a small itching on the side of the neck, Cen Zhou avoided her rubbing head, and she also avoided her close lips. It was impossible to guard against it for a while, but later became impatient, and simply shackled her hands behind her, with a hard tone. : "You are drunk."

   "Not drunk." She was not happy.

"drunk."

"No."

"Have."

   "...you're so annoying."

   Annoyed Cen Zhou pursed his lower lip and stopped talking.

  Cen Zhou has a cold temperament and a loner. He has never been a person who will accommodate others. He helped the drunk and difficult person back to the palace, turned around and left quickly, lest he would be troubled by her if he took a step too far.

   raised his hand and touched the pinna, it was hot.

   The boy frowned, wiped it hard twice, and let out a deep breath.

   Hurry up... leave.

  Cen Zhou was free in this life, he never hated anything, the only thing he hated was being involved in the royal family.

  Su Qingan used imperial power to oppress people.

   committed his greatest taboo.

  The war was long and cruel, and the battle of the North continued, fought one after another.

   Fire flows in July, and clothes are given in September.

  The green hills in the distance are still silent and magnificent, and birds and fish have different paths.

   In previous winters in Kyoto, there was very little snow, and even if there was, it came very late. This year is like a miracle.

  Last night's wet and cold temperature penetrated into the cracks of human bones, and it was so cold that people shivered. This morning, Su Qingan opened the window, and the swirling snowflakes poured into it, with a coolness that is unique to winter.

  Su Qingan was stunned for two seconds before realizing that this winter was really coming.

   "Today there is a banquet in the palace, the father's birthday, you accompany me into the palace." Su Qingan said.

  Cen Zhou stood at the door and waited, but did not come in.

   No matter what time it is, he always seems to be dressed in thin black clothes, supported by his straight body, and he is not afraid of the cold at all, and the skin on his wrists is cold and white.

  Su Qingan asked the health pot about the progress of Cen Zhou's blackening value.

   "75." Qi Lou hehe, "You really did nothing, you haven't dropped a single point for half a year!"

  Su Qingan looked at Cen Zhou silently.

   "What's the matter?" he asked, noticing her gaze.

  Su Qingan sighed: "It's okay."

   She spoke to Qi Lou with her consciousness: "...If I let him go now, will the blackening value directly become zero?"

"possible."

   "That's it."

  “?”

   Polite or not?

  It is the emperor's birthday banquet, which is naturally grand and brilliant, but Emperor Liang advocated frugality, and when the frontier war was raging, he did not waste it.

  The emperor and prince have few heirs, and all the children of the palace banquet are present today.

  Su Mohuan is the most lovable of them all. She is lively, with round and smooth beads, and she is not afraid of life. Even Emperor Liang is not afraid, and everyone likes to talk to her.

Among all the princes and princesses, except for Su Qingan, Su Mohuan has the best relationship with the crown prince. Su Ziheng is also more tolerant towards her. Others joked that after Su Ziheng ascended the throne, Su Mohuan must be the most favored sister, which still cannot stop Su Mohuan from being the most popular Stick to Su Qing'an.

  No, the little girl pestered Su Ziheng with a laugh and made some noise, and when she saw Su Qingan, she rushed over again.

   "Sister, this is..." Su Mohuan was stunned for two seconds when she saw the person standing behind Su Qingan.

   "A secret guard." Su Qingan said.

  Cen Zhou did not speak from the beginning to the end, wearing half a mask, covering his cheeky face, and his temperament was thousands of miles away.

   "Oh." Su Mohuan looked up at the boy's eyes, looked back, and showed a bright smile, "Why is my brother wearing a mask?"

  Su Qing smiled: "I'm afraid to scare you."

  Su Mohuan got into trouble with Su Qingan, and did not continue the topic of Cen Zhou. She stayed in Su Qingan's arms and refused to leave, and glanced at the tall and straight figure of the young man.

   There are more than one person who secretly observed Cen Zhou, including the Crown Princess - Zhang Shuliang!

   She and Su Ziheng were getting married in early December, and now it's November, so she wants to come quickly, I wonder if Gu Feibai will be able to come back at that time.

  Su Qingan thought it was possible, and definitely, it had to be that day.

   At this moment, the sight is like a awn on the back.

  Su Qingan raised her eyes and smiled at Zhang Shuliang.

   Zhang Shuliang's teeth were chattering, staring at Su Qingan and the figure behind her.

   Even if that person is silent and low-key, even if that person wears a half mask, even if he doesn't say a word.

   Zhang Shuliang recognized him at a glance!

   Hearing the wind before, Zhang Shuliang couldn't believe it, until now, he saw Cen Zhou standing behind Su Qingan.

  Why? !

   She looked at Su Ziheng's moist profile again, her eyes were flooded with heavy tears and unwillingness.

  She doesn't want to... get married.

   Zhang Shuliang thought so, clenched the medicine in her hand, and the determination flashed in her eyes.

   Halfway through the palace banquet, Cen Zhou went out alone.

  Su Qingan knew that he didn't like this kind of atmosphere, so he didn't force him to stay here, and whispered: "Come back early."

"Um."

  No one noticed the boy's departure, except Zhang Shuliang.