MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 751 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes the Villain Script 81
Chapter 751 Crazy Criticism of Beauty for Taking Villain Script 81
At a very suitable and ordinary opportunity, Su Qingan put medicine in the tea that she boiled for Cen Zhou. The medicine was ground by herself with the herbs on the island. It can make people coma for half an hour, which is enough.
He is busy with official business, his profile is thin and neat, sometimes his brows are slightly wrinkled, and there is an unspeakable cold and sexy.
"Drink tea." Su Qingan brought it to him as if nothing had happened, her heart tensed with tension.
Cen Zhou looked up at her, then raised his hand to take it.
He didn't drink.
Su Qingan handed it over again, affectionately: "I cooked it myself."
This time he drank.
Everything went smoothly, unbelievably smooth.
After Cen Zhou was in a coma, Su Qingan groped around him, and sure enough, he found a flare.
The sword was hidden in the scabbard and placed on the high platform. It was the position that Su Qingan had been paying attention to for a long time. Her face was cold, she stepped forward, and without hesitation, she pulled out the sharp blade with a cold light. A person without resistance.
The man who was dormant on the table in front of him suddenly seemed to be in a battlefield where the corpses were covered in blood, and he aimed at her with a bow and an arrow, and the arrow was ready to go on the string.
The wind swayed the windows and creaked, and the unintentional wind blew the ends of the hair, smoothing the uneven scars.
The tip of the sword pointed directly at Cen Zhou's heart!
‘Three years, I still haven’t put you down. ' His words were never deliberate, and suddenly echoed in Su Qing'an's ears.
The sword was swaying in his hand, and the tip of the sword trembled. I don't know if it was the past of reincarnation or the mood under the eaves.
He was lying in front of the desk, his eyebrows still wrinkled, his profile was as cold as jade, and his lines were too thin.
The sword fell from the weak hand, the sound was harsh, and the young man did not respond.
Su Qingan stared at him in a daze. After a long while, he leaned down, smoothed his eyebrows with his fingertips, and said to himself, "Three years in the frontier, it will be very hard."
She said, don't let her go, or what he has done these days, she will kill him with her own hands.
The person who came to pick up Cen Zhou probably didn't know that Su Qingan was here, and looked at her with astonishment.
Su Qingan spoke eloquently, and had the identity of a princess. The other party was worried about this and did not dare to do anything, so he sent Su Qingan away.
Su Qingan calmly looked into the distance and left here slowly.
The sea and the sky are the same color.
The snow-white skirt fluttered, and no trace could be found.
"have they gone?"
"Qin Wu has already sent the princess out, please rest assured, General."
"Don't let her find out."
"Yes."
Cen Zhou's fingertips were wrapped around the hair band that was torn from her blue silk yesterday, loop after loop, tied into a dead knot.
The sword lay silently on the ground, as if she had no hesitation.
Su Qingan has been away from the capital for two months, and has already prepared for all the chaos and even the wreckage. She returned to the Princess Mansion with a cold face, but at this time, this sensitive time...
Unexpectedly, Gu Feibai hugged her happily: "Qingqing! You are back so soon! I thought you were going to hide behind the scenes for a while longer."
"…what?"
"There are no outsiders here, Qingqing, you don't have to pretend. As you expected, Su Ziheng jumped up and down several times in the two months you left, and some of our people, I have followed your method to catch those loach. Come out and clean up the top and bottom!"
Gu Feibai's smile is not a smile: "Su Ziheng is too moderate, he is arrogant and arrogant, and he doesn't listen to the advice of the advisors around him. I really thought you were just going to Ganmei Temple to pray for the beam!"
Su Qing'an's head crashed, and a white light flashed past, and something flashed quickly.
"He doesn't know that you are waiting for the fish on purpose. This time Su Ziheng will suffer a big loss. It is estimated that he will not have the energy to toss in a short time."
"I have to say, thanks to you this time!"
When Su Qingan saw the letters that had been with Gu Feibai within two months, it was written in her handwriting, and even Su Qingan couldn't tell the difference.
The temples kept jumping, Su Qingan took a deep breath, the anger in her eyes still did not disappear, and there was a rare trace of confusion.
The letter was written by Cen Zhou... He handled everything for her.
How long has it been since he returned to Beijing, and how much effort did it take to sort these things out clearly.
So when he was very busy, he was busy with these.
He never said that.
"Qingqing, what's wrong with you?" Gu Feibai noticed that Su Qingan's face was not right, "Is there something wrong?"
"It's alright." Su Qingan pressed her eyebrows. She didn't know what it was like for a while. She tapped the table with her fingers irritably, "Cen Zhou... Forget it."
If it wasn't for her coercion, that person would never have anything to do with imperial power in this life, and he wouldn't be deeply involved in it now.
He will be the most free and unremarkable wanderer on the rivers and lakes.
Su Qing felt at ease.
The next time I saw Cen Zhou, it was in the Golden Palace in the early dynasty. That was the first time Su Qingan saw Cen Zhou wearing court clothes.
Seeing the height of his eyebrows and eyes, he was unfamiliar and thrilling.
A short distance away, he nodded to her.
Golden Throne Hall is solemn and mighty.
After the court, many people congratulated Su Qingan on her marriage. She listened absently. As soon as he came, the others dispersed.
Two months of secrets, tears of greed, and constantly shaking chains are secrets that only they know.
When passed by, the young man stopped, his outline was cold and lofty, like a handful of autumn moon frost.
"We might as well make another bet with the princess."
"The wedding date is September 20th, you will marry me with Feng Guanxia."
"What if this palace doesn't marry?" Su Qingan froze, her red lips lightly parted.
Cen Zhou smiled: "If the minister loses, I would like to serve the princess as the master."
is very harsh.
Su Qing'an's eyes fluctuated: "Really?"
"Really."
She nodded: "If this palace loses, from now on, I will be willing to be the wife of General Dingbei, and I will never have a second heart!"
The wind blew the woman's hairband, which seemed to be tied to the general's heart in a trance.
The bet has been made, and there is no turning back.
The peach blossoms have withered, and the pomegranate season will soon usher in.
This engagement, no matter how much Su Qingan resisted, he could never find a way to break it.
Su Qing was sleepless all night, thinking about what Cen Zhou meant.
The wedding date is approaching, and in the silence, the dark tide is surging in Jian'an City, and a huge and powerless conspiracy is about to unfold.
is like a final sacrifice, a grand funeral.
Among them, I have to mention that in the summer of the 36th year of Yonglin, the princess of Xiangyang, Su Mohuan, married Xun Bisihan on the grassland. There are many twists and turns, which are not easy to spread, and it really damages the royal face.
How could Su Mohuan be willing to marry a rough man? When she was desperate, she begged Nie Chengye. Tears swirling, so pitiful.
In the cold eyes gave Nie Chengye, she saw disgust, and the tears she left seemed to be the greatest irony.
After everyone was gagged, she got into the sedan chair.
Almost crazy.
On the day of her marriage, Su Qingan hugged her: "Little Jasmine, go."
"It's elder sister, right?" Su Mohuan said dully.
"Um."
No one expected that Su Mohuan would take out the dagger hidden on his body at that time.
(end of this chapter)
