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

  Su Qingan shook his head and asked the same question twice three years later: "Do you still love me?"

   He said: "Always in love."

   No matter how much you hate, you never let go.

   I couldn't let go of anyone for three years, and I kept my fiancée in my heart.

  The promise of youthful youth is a lifetime.

The firm voice fell with the wind, he looked directly at her, looked at her, his eyes were as cold as cold stars, his clothes were stained with blood and his eyes were dazzling, and he went back to that year when the grass was long and the warbler flew, and the boy ran in the winding corridor of the princess mansion, full of sincerity. Meet his crush.

  Su Qingan got her answer.

  Cen Zhou in his previous life loves her or not, and what can he do? He died because of her.

   It doesn't matter if he doesn't know the cause and effect of the past life, she still remembers, as long as there is one person between the two to remember.

   Nine out of ten regrets in the world are normal. Su Qingan can get one or two points of luck, and she is satisfied.

   This time.

   He was innocent and she guarded him.

"Then you marry me." Su Qingan struggled to hold up her body while the other side was shocked, hooked the general's neck, raised her head and smiled at him. On this side, she was still wearing clothes when she came to marry him. The prepared red wedding dress, the charming between the lips and teeth seems to have not lost love in the previous life.

   His face was the size of a palm, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of misery, cold sweat dripped down his pale forehead, and his soft lips were chapped and bloodless.

   is still the honor of the princess, born arrogant.

   The night outside was gloomy, and her smile was bright. She raised her hand and pinned the peach blossom hairpin, which had been hidden on her body, into her hair.

  The repaired broken cracks can also shine brightly, against the blue silk and red clothes, like a touch of peach blossom crimson.

   "Right here, let's go to church!"

Cen Zhou didn't speak for a while, and his eyes fell straight on the peach wood hairpin between the woman's black hair. Su Qing'an was full of injuries, but the hairpin was well guarded, not stained with any blood, and the old red hair was branded under his eyes. , as bright as the bright moon.

  To this day, Cen Zhou can still clearly remember the joy when he carved it, and the dusty despair of the wooden hairpin falling into the quagmire.

  This wear is three years late, so why not?

  Su Qingan was in the silence, her eyelashes moved: "If you don't want it, even if—"

"bye."

   The low, hoarse voice slowly rolled out of his throat. He smiled and stroked the peach wood hairpin in her hair, word for word: "I was just thinking that the princess is very beautiful today.

  Su Qing Anxin trembled slightly.

   The next moment, Cen Zhou grabbed her wrist and knelt her down on the old futon in front of the Buddha statue: "Don't regret it."

   "I'm not breaking my promise, Jin Yuan."

   "The redemption mission target has a blackening value of 60!"

  The cold night is deep and heavy, the mountains are desolate and desolate, the flowers in autumn are wilting and falling from the branches, and there are two magpies standing next to them, their dark eyes reflecting the desolation around them.

  The temple that has been neglected for many years is full of dust, and the window sashes that have been beaten by the wind are old and worn out.

  The beams on the roof are still strong and strong, showing the vicissitudes of the building.

   Temples that no one worshipped and believed in have long been forgotten in the past.

   They kneeled on the futon reverently, worshipped and married in the coldest night and in the most dilapidated temple, but it was far better than the splendor of Hongzhuang Shili!

  Who said that the peach blossom wood hairpin is not as good as the phoenix crown? !

  The red wedding dress was stained with blood left over from the battlefield, dripping from the sleeves, and gathered into a small piece of blood on the ground.

   "One Worship!"

   The two faced the Buddha statue and kowtowed three times in the dilapidated temple.

   In a trance, the sharp and beaming voice of the bridegroom echoed, echoing...

   There was a lively suona in my ears, gongs and drums were beating constantly, the joyous sedan was downstream in the sun all over the entire Jian'an City, the girl sat in the sedan chair, and the general rode a horse in front.

   "Two worship high hall!"

   The two faced the Buddha again and kowtowed three times.

  The room was full of friends and guests, and the sedan chair finally stopped at the Dingbei General Mansion. The hall was full of bright red, and the candles flickered, blurring everyone's faces. They bowed three times and nine times in a sound of blessing.

   "Happy husband and wife!"

   Heaven and earth are dark and everything is silent.

  The frost-white moonlight shines through the holes into this desolate temple, and the dusty Buddha statues also seem to be lifelike.

  Cen Zhou and Su Qing'an turned around, facing each other with smiles in their eyes, ignoring those worldly disputes, no matter where they were, they kowtowed three times.

   solemn and solemn.

   At this moment, she is not a princess high above, and he is not the famous General Dingbei.

   They only have such a short time to be the most ordinary couple.

   From now on, I will never be able to long for the usual.

  Su Qingan couldn't hold back her weak body when she kowtowed, coughed several times in a low voice, her blue silk slipped down with her movements, her forehead pressed against the ground, she straightened up, closed her eyes, and thought to herself.

  Bodhisattva, if there really is a bodhisattva in this world.

   I beg you to open your eyes and see that Ling Shuang and Aoxue are astonishingly talented, and that he is righteous and scolded ghosts and gods. Take a good look at such a good person, you must bless him with a good life, blow the wind of freedom, walk the road of freedom, and don't let him fall into the quagmire and struggle in this world.

   He is such a good person, he can't be as bad as me.

  Su Qingan doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. This is the only time in her life that she secretly begged the Buddha for her husband's peace in life.

   kowtow, kowtow again.

  Cen Zhou's dark eyes reflected a blazing red, which burned to the bottom of his heart. The things he had experienced over the years echoed in front of him, and finally stayed on the woman's eyebrows.

   When I was young, I held a sword, and I wished all my life that the mountains and rivers would be safe, the country would be prosperous and the people would be safe. Second, I want to marry the person I like, Qin Se and Ming, and grow old together.

  The yellow sand is thousands of miles away, nine deaths and one life, glory and fame are all things outside the body, the so-called desire, but the second.

   Now the old temple is high in the hall, three times of worship and nine kowtows, I beg my princess to sit on the high platform, smooth and happy.

   "Licheng—"

The wedding in Jian'an City was really lively, and it was rumored to be a good story. On the wedding night, the candles flickered brightly. Su Qingan sat upright in the wedding room, reaching the red lotus. He lifted her hijab, and they drank together under the candlelight.

   In fact, the dilapidated Buddha statue on the high platform was the only witness to their wedding.

  The mountains and birds startle the forest, the smoke cages the cold water and the moon cages the sand. Across the river, there are singers on the other side of the river singing operas, their voices echoing in the sky, like a cuckoo weeping blood.

   "Seeing him raise Zhulou, seeing him banqueting guests, and seeing his building collapse! This pile of green moss and green tiles, I once slept and slept, and saw the rise and fall of fifty years."

   "Then Wuyi Lane is not surnamed Wang, Mochou Lake ghosts cry at night, Phoenix Terrace perches with owls. The dream of the mountain is the most real, and the old world is hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changed..."

   On a cold moonlit night, on the banks of the river, in the temple.

   "I married you, Cen Jinyuan."

   She is the wife of Jianghu swordsman Cen Zhou, Su Qingan.

  The woman fell into his arms, and the obsession that she was holding on had achieved fruition, and she couldn't hold it any longer...