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

  Su Qingan was standing outside, the sun came up, and it was very fierce. She had no expression on her face, she was tolerant and gentle.

   Ruo Su felt that the people from the Dingbei General's Mansion were very courageous, and she didn't know if they followed the master or what, and stood with Su Qingan.

   "General, someone came to visit and said it was the emperor..." The guard went to the bamboo garden and whispered in the silence.

  The man said: "No."

   "Yes, this subordinate will go to reject Princess Zhaoyi."

  The guard turned around and walked out. After two seconds of silence behind him, a cold voice came through the screen. It was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry: "Wait—"

   "General?" The guard was stunned, a little puzzled.

   "Let her come over."

   After half an hour.

  The guard who went to report came back, and he made a gesture of invitation to Su Qingan: "Princess come with me."

   Ruo Su raised her eyebrows, but she just refused, do you agree again?

  Su Qingan was not surprised, nodded slightly, raised her foot and stepped into the threshold, her white dress was like a sea of ​​clouds and flowers.

   Ruosu followed closely, and the guard reached out to stop him.

  Su Qingan narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean?"

   "I beg your pardon, princess, the general doesn't see outsiders, so you have to go in alone."

   Ruosu was stunned.

   How big is General Dingbei? !

  Su Qingan turned around and glanced: "You wait here first."

"Yes."

   This General's Mansion was the place where the former war **** lived in his lifetime. Later, he died and his family went north. No one lived there. I didn't expect that Emperor Liang would order people to rebuild it and prepare it for Cen Jinyuan.

   shows the level of attention.

  The General’s Mansion is simple and majestic everywhere, passing through one corridor after another, cold, with few servants and no popularity.

   "Why don't you see the servants?"

   "General Xijing, I don't need so many people in the mansion, so they are all gone."

Su Qingan looked at it, the rockery was a bit empty, and before she could ask, the guard understood and explained, "Peach trees were originally planted there, but the general usually hated peach trees the most, and ordered people to give them all. chopped."

  “…”

   Su Qingan, who loved peach blossoms the most in her life, fell silent.

  What kind of hatred or grudge, as for the big mansion, there is not a single peach tree left.

  Su Qingan felt a little regretful.

   "The general is here, the princess please come in." The guard led Su Qingan to a bamboo forest attic and knocked on the door for her.

  Su Qingan guessed the temperament of this General Dingbei in his heart, opened the door and let out a creak, the whole main building was too quiet, no one else existed.

  The door closed.

  The sparse sunlight came in from the window, jumping and mottled on the ground, and the attic was still a little dark, the furnishings were simple, there was no smoke, and it didn't look like someone lived.

   At this moment, Su Qing'an even thought about the plot of the Dingbei General who wanted to kill himself and then throw his body away, but he felt that he had never met before, so it shouldn't be like this.

   The snow-white Jiangnan embroidered shoes stepped on the ground, making a sound that was neither light nor heavy, the skirt moved slightly, and the bones were frozen.

  Su Qing Ansu lifted the dark blue curtain, and saw a huge landscape painting screen in the room, standing there, blocking the sight of prying inside.

  The screen faintly reflects the outline of a slender figure, leaning on the soft couch, no one can be seen, mysterious and extremely oppressive, like a distant mountain and a deep sea.

   "General Dingbei."

   She tentatively spoke out, her voice breaking the silence of the whole room, and her tone always had an easygoing and authoritative smile.

  The person behind the screen paused for a while, and then said "um".

  Su Qing'an's fingers that lifted the curtain were imperceptibly stagnant for a moment, and her nerves were in a trance for a moment, as if she had been gently fluctuated by someone, touching some very secret and old memories.

   She came back to her senses, stood there, and didn't go any further: "General...Is it inconvenient to meet people?"

   "The injury has not yet healed, and it is inevitable that I have been sick. Princess Lao is considerate."

  The tone of the youth came out from the throat, like a straight line without ups and downs, too low, sober.

  Su Qing'an stared at his exposed hand, and held it casually. The wrist was thin, the joints were slender and distinct, there were light blue tendons dormant under the skin on the back of the hand, and there was a shallow scar on the wrist.

   "Given that the North General sent two invitations and refused to accept it, he had to come to visit without authorization. I also hope that the general will not blame Zhao Yi for being rash."

   "Wei Chen dare not."

   This voice, seven-point familiarity, made Su Qing An Xin tremble, her face sinking like water.

   She couldn't touch his attitude, so she could only test the words vaguely.

   Her behavior should be correct, that is the other party's problem. If she can say one sentence, she will never say two.

  The disposition is silent and taciturn, like an eternal green hill.

  Su Qingan quickly came to a conclusion: "General Dingbei grew up in Kyoto? I haven't heard of it before."

"no."

   "That's the first time you've come to Kyoto? Jian'an is prosperous. If the general is interested, this palace has some time, and I'm willing to lead the way for the general."

  The sparse white light shines in the dim attic, and you can see the tiny dust floating in the air. The silhouette of the figure behind the screen is looming, it is difficult to approach, you can't pry into it, and your emotions are unknown.

   The pair of slender and fair fingers curled slightly and tapped the table twice, but he laughed coldly, but his tone of respect was not at all respectful.

   As if the princess in his eyes is no different from an ordinary soldier.

   "The princess' daughter, how dare you delay?"

   I don't know if it was Su Qing'an's illusion, but I always felt that there was something else in that sentence.

  Su Qing'an's eyes did not leave the shadow, she stood in front of the curtain, her white dress was blown by the wind, and the tear mole on the corner of her right eye became more and more scorching, and she remained calm.

   "What the general said is wrong. It is Zhaoyi's fortune to be able to lead the way for the hero of the Liang Dynasty to travel to Jian'an."

   This mouth, people talk to people, and ghosts talk to ghosts.

   was rejected: "If there is nothing important, please come back."

   "Cen—" Su Qingan said slowly, paused for two or three seconds in the silence, and uttered the last two words, "Jinyuan."

   She read the name: "General's surname is rare, it reminds me of an old friend."

  The man was silent for a moment, indifferent, his voice behind the curtain was cold and ethereal: "You still remember the old man?"

   "Yeah, he's been gone for a long time, and Ben Gong often thinks of him." Su Qingan moved slowly and slowly towards where he was. Every step she took, her skirt was like snow.

The general    twiddled the wine cup with his fingers, and then there was an unhurried high-five in the room, and praised in a low voice: "How hypocritical the royal family is, Princess Zhaoyi is the most pure and perfect?!"

   The following four words, one word at a time, were spit out from thin lips.

The    echo echoed in the distance.

   "At the beginning, it was Ben Gong who was ashamed of him, and he really lived up to what the general said."

   The distance is getting closer and closer, the footsteps are quiet, but Su Qingan's heartbeat is heavy, and it is tense for some reason, the corner of his mouth seems to be smiling.

   In a trance, behind him are the vast rivers and mountains, and under his feet are the bones.

   is not angry but powerful.

   She tried to see more clearly, but the young man made a sound at this moment.