MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 754 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes the Villain Script 84

  Chapter 754 Crazy Criticism of Beauty to Take Villain Script 84

   "Damn!" Su Ziheng cursed angrily.

"Prince, until now, there is only one way to go." Zhang Song said, "The emperor must know about this, and the Guards will come. If you and I are caught, there is no good fruit to eat. They will be early now. I can't look down on you, the prince, we might as well give it a go!"

   "Commander of Youzhou was my father's friend before he died. If we escaped there, he must be willing to help us."

   Zhang Song said fiercely: "I have observed the terrain of Youzhou, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. At that time, we can occupy Youzhou, attack the surrounding four counties in a row, and then make a plan—"

  Su Ziheng hesitated, after all, if he did this, it would be a real rebellion, and he would end up in an endless situation.

   "Prince! Time is too late!"

The voices of the soldiers and horses were getting closer and closer, and Zhang Song said in a hurry: "You may still give it a shot if you leave. If you stay now, only the abolished prince is waiting for you! You forgot how the emperor got to this position. This **** emperor even dares to kill his father, let alone your son!"

   "Let's go!" Su Ziheng gritted his teeth, his eyes blood red, "Let's go."

   Zhu Ergou was overjoyed, he rolled and turned the scroll on the wall, opened the secret and said, "Prince, let's run!"

  This secret road leads to the mountains outside the western suburbs, and the western suburbs all the way to Youzhou, as well as their weapons and 50,000 private soldiers.

   "Zhang Song, can you help me take someone away?" Su Ziheng suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Song, with a smile on his face, but his side face was a bit penetrating.

   When the Praetorian Guards arrived, everyone went to an empty building.

   "Search quickly!" Nie Chengye said angrily.

   "General!" Someone ran over in horror, "Princess Zhaoyi—Princess Zhaoyi was kidnapped—"

"what?!"

   Yonglin 36 years in the autumn and September 20th, the grand wedding ended in absurdity.

  The red silk was broken, the phoenix crown fell, and there was nothing left.

   On the way of General Dingbei to welcome his relatives, nearly a thousand people appeared halfway, almost slaughtered those who saw them, cut down the wedding sedan chair, and kidnapped the princess!

   "Put down the sword! If you dare to come here, I will kill her directly!" Zhang Song's eyes were red, and the dagger pierced Su Qing'an's neck.

"Okay." The person who used the sword to cut a **** path on the battlefield, guarded the people of Limin, and never threw the sword to death, threw the sword on the ground without hesitation at this moment, making a crisp sound, the snow blade on the ground Reflecting his dark eyes, he stared at Su Qing'an, his voice was cold and hoarse, "I'll put it down."

   Swordsman originally had no weaknesses.

   Now this sword has learned to be soft-hearted for a person and has become a deadly handle.

   "Hahahahahaha!" Zhang Song thought it was funny, especially funny, the echoes of laughter echoed, and he sneered wildly, "I didn't expect General Dingbei to be so sad."

   At this time, the sun has completely set, the sky will be dark, the sky and the earth are dim, and everything is hazy.

  Everyone thought that Zhang Song had kidnapped Su Qingan, but only Cen Zhou knew that she followed the trend.

   Princess Zhaoyi's dignified wedding dress was bright red and noble. Even if her life was in the hands of others, she would not be embarrassed. The wind lifted her red hijab, fell to the ground, and floated far away, revealing a jade-like face with blue silk fluttering.

   She cast a final glance at Cen Zhou calmly and silently, opened her mouth silently, her eyebrows and eyes faintly decided in the dusk.

she says.

"you lose."

  Three times of worship, nine kowtows, and prayers to get married, but none of them succeeded.

   This big marriage is only considered an aborted marriage, Cen Zhou lost.

  The bloodstains, the red bridal sedan chair, the rolling red hijab, and the twilight in the distance are the only endings of this wedding.

  Lu House.

   Clean and elegant.

  Lu Nanxu has been suffering from illness recently, and it is not suitable for him to show his face, so he did not participate in the princess' wedding, and is practicing calligraphy in the study.

   "Taifu, it's not good!" The servant barged in, looking anxious, "Prince, prince rebelled!"

  “click—”

   The brush in Lu Nanxu's hand was abruptly broken.

   The joints are slender and distinct, glowing bluish white.

   He slowly raised his eyes, his eyebrows hidden in the shadows mixed with light and dark.

  Eternal approaching the 36th autumn, the crown prince Su Ziheng rebelled and fled to Youzhou with the criminal Zhang Song, kidnapped Princess Zhaoyi, colluded with the commander of Youzhou, and established himself as king!

   In the same year, Daliang sent troops to attack Youzhou. The two sides were at war, and the war was raging. For a time, the wind was turbulent, and the people were uneasy!

   Autumn is pale and cold, and the sun also adds to the desolation.

  Youzhou.

   in the dark prison.

   A basin of icy salt water was poured head-on, and the bone-chilling cold snaked down along the blood-red whip wound, dyeing the red clothes a deeper color.

  Su Ziheng grinned and looked at the person who had the pipa bone pierced in front of him: "Don't you think that there is no last resort? Then have you ever considered that you will be today! Su Qingan!"

   The fingertips of the person on the torture rack moved, and blood dripped tickly along the fingers, breathing light and weak.

   "Pop!" sound—

   The whip full of barbs slammed on Su Qingan!

Su Ziheng tried so hard that his face turned red, and his heart was filled with a twisted and happy sense of revenge. His whole body was like a balloon that was filled with gas and could burst at any time. waist.

   "You killed my two uncles! You killed 391 people in the Zhang family! Killed my mother! Killed so many people... You will be punished."

  There was only a small skylight in the cell, and the faint light reflected Su Ziheng's cloudy eyes. He said softly, "Su Qing'an, you have to repent."

Princess Zhaoyi was covered in blood, pierced through the bones of the pipa, wounded with forty-seven lashes, and there was blood on her face, so she couldn't see her expression clearly. Innate pride.

   Her smile was even contemptuous.

   "Win the king and lose the bandit."

   "My mother only killed your mother! You killed my whole family! Su Qing'an! You have so many lives in your hands, you deserve to die!!"

   When Su Ziheng said this, he had forgotten how many people the Queen had killed for status, how many times the Prime Minister's residence had ignored the law, and how many times he had deliberately eliminated his opponents.

   Who is more innocent than who.

  Su Ziheng could not wait to raise his hand to kill Su Qingan immediately, but his hand was suddenly held down.

   "You want her to die so easily?" Zhang Song said, staring straight at Su Qing'an.

  Su Ziheng clenched the whip in his hand, his face penetrating: "Yes, Cen Zhou and Nie Chengye are now thinking about how to save people, and this bait has to catch big fish."

   "Wait and see." Su Qingan's voice was slow and gentle, still like a fairy in the sky, but a series of blackening value prompts sounded in her head, fluctuating, extremely sharp, and the stinging person's brain hurt.

  What happened to Cen Zhou? Su Qingan suppressed the doubts in her heart.

   Does whip hurt? Does the bone pierce hurt? Does burning coals hurt?

   pain.

   But worth it.

   The sound of water ticking.

  Su Qingan raised her head and saw the drowsy night outside the skylight, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

  It is about to dawn.

  Kyoto, Imperial Palace.

  Before this battle, Cen Jinyuan personally faced the Holy Spirit and invited Ying to fight.

   At that time, Emperor Liang was wearing a uniform and playing with birds outside the hall.

   He turned around, his eyes fell on the jade pendant on Cen Zhou's waist, and he felt lost.

   The pomegranate bears fruit, and some things should be seen again.

   (end of this chapter)