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

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

   "Princess goes further, Wei Chen has no choice but to invite you out in person."

  Su Qingan stopped.

  I saw the saber he had set aside, the pure black hilt, cold and hard.

   "I've disturbed the general a lot this time." Su Qing'an did not step forward, but said humbly, "I would like to make amends for the general at the banquet in the half-month harem."

   "See you later."

   She smiled slightly, turned and walked out.

   A cold voice sounded behind him.

   "Princess, you don't have to come again in the future."

  Su Qingan stopped for a while, groaned softly, pushed the door and walked out.

   She covered the heavy ink in her eyes.

   is crazy...how can you think of two unrelated people together.

  Cen Zhou disappeared three years ago, and will not see each other in the future.

  Su Qingan told herself repeatedly in her heart, and turned her head to take a deep look at the attic.

   The attic was still dark and silent, as if the echoes had not yet dissipated.

After    the huge landscape painting screen, the slender figure finally let go of the hand holding the wine cup.

  The wine cup was placed on the table, leaving clear and heavy finger marks.

   In the darkness, half a stern face appeared, the lines were sharp from the battlefield, the brow bones were deep, the bridge of the nose was high, and there was a scar behind the left ear.

   In those eyes, there is a distant wind and frost.

  Su Qingan returned to the princess' mansion, and Ruosu asked nervously, "General Dingyuan didn't do anything to you, right?"

   "Can he still eat me?" Su Qingan smiled, "Look how scared you are."

   "This person should be a tough one, and he has to think about it in the long run." Su Qingan thought, the best way to tie him now is to marry him. Everyone wants to marry, and the people on her side are tricky.

   Xiao Hui was very excited today, Su Qingan jumped on her as soon as she came back, clinging to her.

   "I've never seen you so attentive before." Su Qingan rubbed the wolfdog's furry head.

   "Ow!"

   "Ow!"

  Xiao Hui cried out eagerly, and kept pushing into Su Qing'an's arms, sniffing for something.

   Come on.

   Animals are more affectionate than people.

  Su Qingan hadn't been to the West Building very much in the past three years, but it went there every day.

   "Do you miss him?" Su Qingan lowered her head, "He won't come back."

   "Ow!"

   Su Qingan thought.

  Cen Zhou is going to hate her to death.

   For some reason, Su Qingan was a little uneasy.

  Qi Lou hesitated several times, but still did not speak.

   has already caused great harm to human beings. The blackening value has been as high as 100 in the past three years. How can this be reduced?

   The health pot was so angry that it started to strike.

snort!

   Dingbei General Mansion.

"Yo!" A young man in his twenties strode in, warm and hearty, with a playful smile in his voice, "Everyone in Kyoto wants to meet the major general, why is he alone in the mansion? Are you drinking?"

  Cen Zhou leaned sideways out of the window, without raising his head, his face was indifferent, and he threw the wine cup directly to him.

"Hey, then I'll accompany you to get drunk today." Qiu Haochu sat down and raised his eyebrows, "I heard that Princess Zhaoyi is here today, have you seen her? Do you know that the whole Jian'an is staring at her? What about you, it's crazy now."

"Know."

   "No, what do you think, brother?"

   "Let's see you at will." Cen Zhou's tone was calm, his slender fingers resting on his forehead, he looked out the window at the peach trees that had been cut down and only had their roots left. The dark and long eyes reflected the dark sky, unpredictable.

After three years of sculpting and baptism on the battlefield, the outline of    has lost the last trace of youthful feeling, and replaced it with a tough chivalrous spirit, which is extremely oppressive.

   Qiu Haochu thought his face was really energetic, but unfortunately it was too cold.

   "Those who didn't know thought you were bewitched by the beauty of Princess Zhaoyi." Qiu Haochu teased, "After all, Jian'an's first beauty is well-deserved."

  Cen Zhou pulled his thin lips lightly, the corners of his mouth seemed to have a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. What was silent was the deep pool that could not be seen through, nine points of stillness.

   The days when the absurd love and desires were entangled day and night, if you use the word "bewitching" to sum up, it would be a little lighter.

   He poured the wine casually: "Drink yours, don't talk too much."

  Qiuhao didn't think so at the beginning, so he made a crooked idea: "You just came to Kyoto and you can't stay in the mansion all day, why don't you go out with me? This Jian'an Shangxianlou, have you heard of it?"

  Shangxianlou, Jian'an's largest place of life and death.

  Cen Zhou looked up at him.

   Qiu Haochu was chilled by his eyes, and said embarrassingly.

   "You have been in the frontier for the past three years, and you are still so unfamiliar with women when you return to Beijing. Do you have someone in your heart, or have you been abandoned by someone...don't you dare to love anymore?"

  Cen Zhou retracted his gaze, as if he had never heard of it: "I think you are living too much time, why don't you go to the military camp to practice for a few more days."

   Actually, when Qiu Hao said this at the beginning, he actually had a bit of a temptation to ask.

   "Jinyuan, it is estimated that the emperor will give you a marriage. You are also at the age of marriage. Have you ever considered a wife? Do you remember my sister? You saved her life three years ago, she..."

  Cen Zhou, the word Jinyuan.

   A high fever in the year of leaving Beijing cost Cen Zhou half his life, the pain of gouging out his heart and eviscerating his bones, and then forcibly cutting something out of his body.

   He survived that time alone, gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and it was fine.

   Afterwards, the master sighed and said to him, "Go join the army, and don't touch those love and love in the future. It's enough to know that this thing is poisonous once you taste it. We are chivalrous and righteous, and we are worthy of our hearts."

   These three years.

  Cen Zhou's sword in his hand slashed all the evil spirits in the world, and guarded Chang'an for thousands of miles!

  This sword is worthy of the world, and dare to say a word to the death!

  Cen Zhou picked up the wine cup and drank it all at once.

  The spirits poured into the throat, and the scorching cold and scalding scorched all the way to the heart, startling old things.

Outside the window, the peach blossoms and the trees are crushing the soil. It was prosperous in the past. It seems that the flowers were re-showed last year. A magpie stopped on the branch. Walk, wander in the sky.

   "Help me refuse."

   His voice was hoarse.

   "I have a hurdle in my heart, and I don't want to mistake my beloved."

   On the fifteenth day of the fourth month, the Khan of the Grassland and his subordinates traveled thousands of miles to Jian'an City. The prince Su Ziheng personally went to meet them and arranged for them to live in the inn.

   In the distance, Su Mohuan stood in the shadows watching this scene, holding a portrait of Su Qingan in her hand.

  The palace banquet is scheduled for tomorrow, and success or failure is here.

  Daliang is peaceful and peaceful this year, every family is peaceful, and the streets are also prosperous and lively.

   "Boss! Two jugs of wine!"

   A familiar voice sounded, and the beggar's figure beside him trembled, clenched his hands quietly, and looked up.

   Little Beggar Thirteen's body and bones became stronger, except that his clothes and face were always dirty, and his whole person looked extraordinarily harmless.

   He was used to such days.

   Woke up this morning and was still crawling and rolling in Jian'an, but Thirteen never dreamed that he would see someone who should have disappeared outside a tavern shop!