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

  Chapter 712 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes Villain Script 42

   The snow is still falling outside the window, and the cold and long winter has enveloped Kyoto.

   The overturned candles in the house, the broken clothes on the ground, the weak wrists and the dry tears on the face are proof of all the absurdities.

   In this snowy night, no one is innocent.

  …

  The junction of Daliang and the Western Wei Dynasty, the frontier is bitter and cold, and the wind is blowing and the sun is shining.

  Fortunately, the victory is about to be won, and I will be able to return to Beijing in a few days.

   This time, the major general Nie Chengye made great contributions on the battlefield, and the soldiers teased him and told him that the emperor would reward him well when he returned.

   "When the major general returns, he will soon marry Princess Zhaoyi! I heard that Princess Zhaoyi is the most beautiful woman in the capital—"

   "Major General is very lucky!"

   The broad and stalwart figure listened to them, his profile was cold and stern, hearing the words, his brows and eyes were slightly stagnant, his smile faded, and he unconsciously rubbed the purse around his waist.

   "Stop talking about this." Nie Chengye interrupted them and changed the subject, "What do you want to do when you return to Beijing?"

   The group chatted very late, Nie Chengye looked up at the moon in the frontier, but when they mentioned Su Qing'an, another extremely childish and soft face appeared in front of them.

   "Huan, I don't know if you are in the capital to make people worry." Nie Chengye said helplessly.

  Su Qing's temperament is quiet, but Su Mohuan is the opposite. This little girl is not watching under his eyelids. He is really afraid of accidents.

  Nie Chengye always felt that he treated Su Mohuan as his own sister.

  Su Qing'an is very sensible, so he doesn't need to worry about it, but Su Mohuan kept crying before leaving.

   Nie Chengye's face changed slightly when he thought of this, and he beat his head, damn, why did he think of Su Mohuan again!

   That night, Nie Chengye fell asleep after thinking a lot.

   He had a dream.

  Dream is a familiar world, strange and strange, he was pushed by fate into his life, doing things he couldn't help himself, and even being manipulated in a dream and had to fall in love with someone.

   When he woke up from the dream, Nie Chengye broke out in a cold sweat!

   He found out later... This seems to be not a dream.

  …

   Kyoto.

  The snow stopped the next morning, and the sky was not bright, so there was a semi-circular moon in the corner of the sky, falling in the gray sky.

   Thousands of ice ridges hang down from the eaves, and there are layers of snow on the pear blossom branches.

   The white pear flower petals trembled, and the snow bent the branches and slipped from above.

   The sky is bright.

   "Princess?" According to Su Qingan's usual schedule, Ruosu stood outside the door respectfully and knocked on the door. Behind her were rows of exquisitely dressed palace maids, holding trays in their hands with various precious utensils on them.

   There was no response in the house, it was quiet, and Ruo Su suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart: "The slave has come in."

   She pushed the door open, her heart skipping a beat.

  The house is empty, there is no one at all!

  West Garden.

   Inside the house.

  The ground was messy and scattered with clothes, and the white skirt was torn into shreds of cloth, which is a trace of absurdity in one night.

  The incandescent winter sun shines in from the window, outlining the cold and green eyebrows and eyes of the boy.

   His eyelashes moved slightly, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes impatiently, trying to block the sunlight, but still jumping light slipped in through his fingers, making people have to lift heavy eyelids.

  's vision blurred for two seconds, and gradually gathered into the shape of a roof, and there was still a certain smell in the air.

  Cen Zhou had a splitting headache, propped his body with one hand, and just wanted to sit up, but suddenly stiffened, his gaze inch by inch, he saw the person lying beside him!

   "Awake?" Su Qingan was woken up by Cen Zhou when he woke up, the tip of his tongue hooked his red and dry lips, and he casually raised his wrist, "Untie it, it's been **** all night."

   His voice was out of character, and he cried too hard.

Cen Zhou froze there, motionless, because he was too frightened, he forgot to react, his eyes slid hard from the woman's flushed face to her outstretched wrist, his hands were tied by the belt and tied in a dead knot, faint streaks were visible, root and root. Delicate fingers.

   The soft quilt slid down with her movements, revealing clear shoulders, necks and collarbones, leaving deep and shallow residues, which is easy to think of how this body has been treated.

   At that moment, the tense strings in Cen Zhou's mind snapped, and he didn't even know how he asked this sentence.

"Why are you here?"

   In the case of extreme shock and panic, his voice was terribly cold, like an ice pick, straight and hoarse, every word, and smashed down!

When Su Qingan heard these words, and then looked at his dazed and gloomy face, she thought it was quite funny, she just half-raised up and looked up at him, because her body was involved somewhere, making her expression strange for a moment: "Why? ? Wake up and don't recognize anyone?"

  The boy was still wearing the black clothes from last night, with a thin and slender body, except that the neckline was a little messy, and the collarbone was looming, and there was no other change.

   At this moment, the eyelashes are black and long, and the sharp eyes of the single eyelid are full of various emotions.

   "I need this palace to help you recall, what did you do last night?"

Su Qing settled down and grabbed his hand lazily. His fingers were slender but cold, and the bulging blood vessels were clearly visible under the cold white skin. It was these beautiful and cold-blooded hands last night, with thin calluses and hot The temperature touched her whole body.

  Cen Zhou did not withdraw his hand and looked at Su Qingan.

"You were like this last night." Su Qingan grabbed his cold hand and pressed it on her neck, collarbone, and moved it down a little bit, looking at Cen Zhou, and said with a half-smile, "Touch this, And this, and then…”

With a    swoosh, Cen Zhou abruptly withdrew his hand.

   He looked away, stared in the direction of the void, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, everything from last night poured in like a tide, and a severe headache invaded his consciousness!

   The more Cen Zhou thought about it, the more ugly his face became, even more dazzling than the cold winter of three or nine days.

  Su Qingan looked at his expression and sneered.

  I didn't know, I thought it was his big loss.

   She got out of bed with bare feet, stepped on the cold ground, forced to pick up the clothes on the ground, and glanced at it: "Get your clothes first."

  Cen Zhou looked up at her.

  Su Qing'an was fired up by the look in his eyes, and threw his clothes on the boy's body expressionlessly, and said coldly, "It was torn to pieces by you, so I can't wear it."

  Cen Zhou caught it with a frown, feeling a little hot to the touch, even the place where his fingertips touched, he looked down, and the chaotic scene from last night reappeared in front of him.

   He subconsciously clenched his clothes, then quickly loosened them, stood up silently, found new clothes from the closet, and put them in front of Su Qingan.

   moved his thin lips, and it took a long time before he made a cold voice: "I didn't wear it."

  Su Qingan took it, his toes touched the ground, and he just stood up, still overestimating his body's ability to bear, feeling faint, staggering to kneel on the ground.

  A pair of slender and powerful hands grabbed her arm in time, and picked her up in a rusty way.

   (end of this chapter)