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

  Chapter 731 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes Villain Script 61

   April 16.

  Time is not that special. Humans have given it different meanings. Even ordinary and ordinary numbers have become brilliant because of the meaning of existence.

   is the early spring, it is April, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

   is a one-year appointment, which lasts for half a lifetime. It is a sunny day, and the sun is hot.

  Today's weather was surprisingly good, the dark clouds only existed for a brief moment, the sun rose from the east, following the rules of dawn, hanging high above the unreachable sky.

   The sun is clear and everything is happy.

  The whole city of Jian'an is bathed in the temperature of the sunny day. It is prosperous and noisy everywhere. People come and go, just like in the past.

  Cen Zhou held the sword, and at the moment of dawn, the slender figure passed through the nine-curved veranda and walked towards the main hall step by step.

   He once regarded this place as a shackle, and now he is willing to stay soft.

  The wind ruffled the hem of the boy's black clothes, hunting and whistling, and the sun blurred his back, but he couldn't hide the smile on his brows. The youth was full of energy, and in a trance, it was frozen into an old painting, and when it was painted, there was no turning back.

   In the end, he ran completely, and rushed into the distance green and reckless, the hem of his clothes brought the wind...

"I want to see the princess!" Cen Zhou stopped outside the door of the main hall, his breath was a little messy because of the rapid running, his heartbeat that had always been cold was beating violently now, he stopped, and opened his mouth to Ruosu, the dimple on his left cheek sunk lightly, in his sleeve Hiding a pear flower wood hairpin that had been carved for a month, for some reason, the fingertips were trembling.

   seems to break fate.

  On this sunny day, a long grass warbler is flying on the shoulders of the boy, and his hair blown by the wind is shining.

   His eyes are as black as ink, serious and solemn.

   Ruosu didn't dare to look into those eyes, avoided the hot gaze of the always cold-hearted person, stood in front of the door, bowed her head and said, "The princess went out early in the morning, maybe she won't be back today."

   This is the answer that Cen Zhou never thought of.

   stunned: "Where did she go?"

   "The princess didn't say anything, and the servants didn't know."

   "Did she say when she'll be back?"

"No."

   "Then she..."

  Cen Zhou has never been a talkative person, and even with acquaintances, he is shy about words.

   Ruosu gave him a blessed body: "You go back first, and when the princess comes back, the servant will naturally inform you."

   "No, I'll wait."

   Ruosu emphasized: "The princess may go out for a long time."

   "I'm standing here, you don't have to worry about me."

Cen Zhou's head was a mess, and he glanced at the room blankly, standing in the corridor, quietly waiting for others, with unruly eyebrows and unruly eyes, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the hairpin in his sleeve, thinking that the other party must have something to go out, probably very Will be back soon.

  The sun came up, and the noon sun became more and more intense, making people dare not look up, for fear of shedding tears.

  The servants of the Princess Mansion came and went in a hurry, walking wave after wave, passing through the nine-curve corridor, and glanced at the figure still standing outside the hall.

   "Su Qing'an."

   "Come back soon."

  The boy said in his heart that his cold and white cheeks would bulge and sink slightly, his eyelashes drooped, and he looked into the distance.

  Cen Zhou always felt that Su Qingan would come back.

   So until the clouds covered the sun, he hadn't seen Su Qingan.

  He looked up and watched the last ray of light of the day being swallowed up by the dark clouds, saw a smear of bright peach blossoms crushed into mud in the evening wind, and watched a heavy rain overturn the entire Jian'an City!

   "Boom—"

   The dull thunder was deafening.

  The cold rain dripped down the juvenile's slender joints, but the pear flower and wood hairpin remained intact.

   This rain falls in Cen Zhou's eyes.

   Ruosu's voice was a little inaudible in the wind and rain, and he spoke anxiously: "It's raining so hard! You'd better go back quickly! You can't stay here all the time!"

  Cen Zhou blinked his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Where is she?"

   Such an important day, he didn't believe she would forget it.

  Cen Zhou will only worry that she will catch a cold outside and be in danger.

   "I really don't know!" Ruo Su was so frightened that she took a step back, "This servant can't lie to you..."

   The red lanterns hanging under the corridor of the Princess Mansion every five steps shook because of the wind and rain. The candle flames would come to the end of their lives at some point, and the lanterns trembled with every sound of thunder.

  Cen Zhou stood there, motionless, with a straight back.

   "Clap."

   The light and shadow in the red lanterns were unbearable and extinguished.

   April 16.

   is bad weather.

   There is no moon.

   passed.

   She didn't come back.

  Cen Zhou remembered that she told him drunkenly before, "Don't go."

   He said no.

   She pestered him, Wu Nong softly said that he was not allowed to leave.

   She said it several times, he should.

   He remembered that her eyes were full of drunkenness at that time, and her eyes were full of him.

  April 17, she didn't come back.

  April 18, I haven't come back yet.

   Today is the night of the eighteenth, the rain is falling intermittently, sometimes it stops and sometimes it works, but in short, it refuses to let go of Jian'an City.

  It was originally a dark night, and it was even more gloomy because of the rain curtain. Raindrops were dripping under the eaves, and the sound shocked the animation.

  Cen Zhou stood until his legs and feet were numb, and his eyes were sore. The three days of cold rain caused a high fever to be erratic. The side of his face was not **** white in the cold rain.

   "Crazy... Really crazy..."

   Ruosu said a few words in a low voice when he saw that he was still there.

  Cen Zhou, no matter how cold and hard-hearted he looks, his heart is pure and perfect. No one teaches him about love, so he grows savagely, and is even pure and simple in this regard.

   Full of sincerity and passion.

   "The princess is back!" The maid's excited voice came from outside the courtyard.

  The boy under the eaves suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight over—

  Snow attire, tearful moles at the corners of his eyes.

   The man lowered his eyes and smiled, with a calm expression, talking to the person beside him.

   The person standing with Su Qingan is Nie Chengye.

  Cen Zhou's footsteps that he was about to rush over froze, and the blood all over his body seemed to flow backwards, like ice, clack clack.

  Su Qingan just raised her eyes.

  The two looked at each other in the rain curtain.

   His eyes were wild and wild, mixed with indescribable grievances and hatreds, which made people feel hot from the top of their hearts.

   Su Qing'an's eyes were still smiling, and they looked at each other for two seconds. She first retracted her gaze, calmly joked with Nie Chengye, and walked forward together.

  Nie Chengye also saw Cen Zhou, paused for a moment, thought of some things, and saw Su Qing'an's attitude, his heart was slightly relieved, but Quan Dang didn't see it.

  The princess in white clothes slowly passed by Cen Zhou without a single glance.

   The wrist was firmly grasped by the cold and slender fingers.

  Su Qingan was silent for a moment, then looked up at the owner of the hands.

  The boy waited here for three days and three nights. The black clothes were soaked through by the rain. The rainwater gathered under his feet along the hem of the clothes and meandered into the distance. The tough and chivalrous face was now three-pointed fragility and brokenness.

  Su Qingan only glanced at it, and then asked lightly, "Why are you still here?"

   (end of this chapter)