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

  Chapter 715 Crazy Criticizing Beauty Takes Villain Script 45

  Su Mohuan was angry: "If you don't appreciate your kindness, you deserve to be frozen!"

   "Ten princesses." Ruosu came over and called her quietly, "His Royal Highness said, I can't see you."

  Su Mohuan was a little anxious and a little aggrieved: "Where did I offend my sister? I don't even see you?" She ran to Ruosu, pointed at Cen Zhou and said, "That brother Lixue is so pitiful, can you let him in?"

   Ruosu smiled: "His Royal Highness also said that if the little princess wants to intercede for him, just wait there with him."

  Su Mohuan's face collapsed, the tip of her nose was sour, and she was about to cry, and said angrily: "Sister is not feeling well, I'll come back tomorrow!"

   She shouted towards the inside, and then left angrily, not obeying orders, turning back three steps, not waiting for Su Qingan's retention.

   She peeked at the boy several times and left.

   "The ten princesses are gone." Ruosu replied in a low voice.

   Su Qingan responded.

   Ruosu always couldn't guess her temperament: "His Royal Highness is in conflict with Ah Xiu? The little princess was very angry when she left."

   "She's just like that." Su Qingan closed the military book, dark eyes were deposited in the glazed eyes, unpredictable, and the corners of her lips were smiling under the candlelight, "A child, just teach them well."

   Her low-grade fever has not subsided, and she is also ill. When she gets up, she can still vaguely see the outline outside the window: "She is not obedient, and you are not obedient..."

  Su Qingan sometimes thinks that this person is really stubborn and simple. It was like this at the beginning, and it is still like this now.

   She lowered her eyes and looked at the scars on her wrists, remembering how he held her hands above her head and folded them together last night, then tied her wrists with a belt and tied them in a dead knot.

   **** all night.

   To the end, the fingertips will tremble, and the flushing water drops dripping along the wrist bone.

   She pressed it, and it still hurts.

  Eternal winter in the thirty-two years, as if to make up for all the snow that had not fallen before.

  Su Qingan has always been afraid of cold and heat, and was wrapped in a sky blue cloak, like the color of the sky after rain.

   Before going to sleep, go outside.

  The first time the boy opened the door, he stared straight at her.

  Su Qing calmed down and moved his lips. Before he could speak, he spoke first.

"sorry."

  Cen Zhou's side face was blue and white frozen by the wind and snow, his eyebrows and eyes were full of tiredness and stubbornness, his eyes were also red, his voice was hoarse, but he was cautious.

  Su Qingan was surprised by his words for a second, then asked, "You just said this?"

  Su Qingan walked too fast that morning, otherwise I'm sorry, maybe I'd say it earlier.

Hearing this rhetorical question, Cen Zhou's eyelashes trembled, and stiffly and unskilledly handed her the medicine in his hand, his tone was still indifferent, even though he tried hard to soften his tone: "You Fever… is it better? This is…”

  Su Qingan glanced down at the medicine that he handed over, and before Cen Zhou finished speaking, he casually knocked it down on the ground.

   The other party was looking at her.

  Su Qing'an has no intention of asking what those eyes mean, but with the usual royal aloofness and a sense of authority: "Do you think this palace needs something from you?"

   She is a princess above ten thousand people. She has a lot of responses. How can she be short of medicine.

   Her voice was cold.

  The boy was silent for a moment, then leaned over to pick up the medicine on the ground, clenched and loosened his phalanx several times, his face was calm, only his eyes were red.

   It's hard to hide.

"sorry."

   He apologized again.

   With indescribable complex guilt, all the silence contained all her emotions.

  Su Qing'an looked at him coldly: "No more words? Don't come again."

  She went out.

   The slender, cold hand grabbed her wrist violently.

  Cen Zhou said word by word in the snow and ice, "I will be responsible."

When he speaks, the dimple on his left cheek will sag, revealing a still youthful feeling, and because he has experienced too many winds and frosts, there is always a cold sword-like loneliness between his eyes. Everyone's indifferent eyes were filled with determination and determination.

  Su Qing'an was very irritated by his guilt and sense of responsibility. He shook off Cen Zhou's hand, confronted him, and asked without end, "Are you doing this to everyone?"

   "What?" he asked in confusion.

   "The same—" Su Qingan sneered, "There is no sense of responsibility."

  Cen Zhou opened his mouth.

  Su Qingan asked again: "Do you love me?"

   He paused.

  Su Qingan smiled.

   "Look. You don't understand."

   "Come back to me when you think about it."

   After she finished speaking, she went straight out.

   She knew that with Cen Zhou's character, he wanted to talk to her. Unfortunately, she was not in the mood to recall what happened that night again.

   So Su Qingan refused all opportunities to meet Cen Zhou, and even if they met, they ignored the past like strangers.

   There are still two months before the prince's wedding day, and the northern border is also getting good news, and the general Gu Feibai has made a great contribution.

   As Gu Feibai was about to come back, there seemed to be a turmoil in the capital secretly.

  Su Qingan took leave for a long time before she began to go to court, and calmly greeted Su Ziheng.

   Su Ziheng saw her, his face froze slightly: "Imperial sister."

   "How have you been recently?" Su Qingan sighed softly, "I must have heard that the emperor also heard that I met an assassin on the way back from the palace some time ago, and I dared to assassinate in Kyoto. It's really daring."

  Su Ziheng smiled dryly: "Indeed...Has Zhaoyi found something?"

   "I found it." Su Qingan stared at him, "I'm going to give him a big gift."

  Su Ziheng concealed the uneasiness on his face, secretly clenched his palms, "Who is it?"

   "This—" Su Qingan raised her voice, "It's a secret." She changed her words, "Bengong heard that Miss Zhang had an accident in the palace that day, the prince should be more concerned about your prospective crown princess."

  Su Ziheng couldn't hold back his face.

   His crown princess was disheveled and collapsed in the palace, which was embarrassing enough, and Zhang Shuliang refused to say anything.

   Fortunately, even if Su Ziheng took the person away, it didn't make things worse, and even had a relationship with... Zhang Shuliang.

   Zhang Shuliang woke up and collapsed.

What    saw was not Cen Zhou, but Su Ziheng.

   seems like a nightmare.

  Su Ziheng was both angry and proud.

  Su Qing'an could almost conclude that the medicine in Cen Zhou was cooled by Zhang Shu, she walked out thoughtfully and instructed Ruo Su: "Let her suffer a little, don't kill her, her life is still useful."

   After Su Qingan returned to the mansion, it was not Cen Zhou, but a letter of farewell.

   Maybe he left too quickly, and the handwriting in his letter was sharp and scribbled.

   In fact, there is nothing to see, because he only wrote two sentences.

  —I have something to do in the north, so I returned a year ago.

   Maybe he thought the first sentence was too short and indifferent, so he added the second sentence.

   (end of this chapter)