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

  Chapter 726 Crazy Criticizing Beauty Takes Villain Script 56

   still came to the palace of the imperial concubine, but did not see the queen.

  Others watched the wind, envy and jealousy, and flattered the imperial concubine, flattering that she still had the hope of becoming a queen!

   This is not a lie, in case the queen also falls, and the noble concubine has a background and is favored, isn't it just around the corner to be the queen?

   The night is filled with light, and the candles are extinguished.

   The noble concubine lazily fell into the emperor's arms, her face was like a young girl in twenty-eight years, she was too gorgeous, and she hummed softly: "You let others manage the harem, I'm exhausted all day long."

   "I'm not happy with you, do you know how many people want it?"

   "Look at me! The corners of my eyes are tired and wrinkled!"

   "Where? No."

"I…"

   "Sleep."

   The imperial concubine turned over bitterly and was still restless. Originally, she just wanted to lie down and be a salted fish, but the queen is like this. Is it unreasonable to argue?

   Thinking of her stupid son, the imperial concubine was worried again, wouldn't she be deceived by two other roast ducks?

   "Hey, Your Majesty?"

   "Your Majesty?"

   Emperor Liang closed his eyes and kept silent.

   The imperial concubine called out two times in annoyance, gave up angrily, and remembered what Su Qingan said that day when she came to look for her.

  If that's the case... Empress Empress, you're really annoying people.

   While the Shuiyue Palace was lingering, the Fengyi Palace was miserable and miserable. The whole hall was so quiet that you could hear the needle drop, and the maid didn't even dare to breathe.

  The queen was wearing thin clothes. She didn't listen to the persuasion. She stood outside the palace and said silently, "The emperor went to the Shuiyue Palace again?"

   The maid nodded hesitantly, and comforted: "The maid is the queen, no matter how favored the imperial concubine is, she will come to greet you."

   "Queen?" The woman laughed at herself, "Who still treats me as a queen now?"

   "The emperor is not coming... The emperor doesn't want to see this palace, and he must blame me in his heart."

  The Queen's eyes flashed with deep resentment.

no!

   She can't sit still!

   "Thrush, help this palace, the imperial concubine must die..." Only when the imperial concubine dies, can her status be stable.

  The queen waited in the middle of the night and developed a high fever. The maid hurried to Shuiyue Palace to invite the emperor, but was told to go to the imperial doctor.

  The emperor did not come.

  The night was quiet, the feeling of suffocation came, and the limbs were weak.

  The red bed curtains were stacked and swayed, turning into a blood-colored phantom, chasing after her with a sharp blade.

   came to me in an instant!

  The queen suddenly woke up from the nightmare, sweating all over her body, and her voice was hurried: "Someone!"

   "Niangniang, what's wrong?"

The Queen    looked at the maid's face uncertainly, and it took a long time to recover.

   She dreamed of Su Qing'an's mother again, the cowardly and humble servant.

Before    died, his face flushed from suffocation, those eyes stared at her and said to her in a dream.

   She came to claim her life.

  The queen closed her eyes and calmed her rapid heartbeat.

  Impossible, there is no such thing as retribution!

  —Su Mohuan!

   Thinking of this name, the queen's eyes were hazy, she dared to tease her!

   Jian'an City was briefly turbulent due to the downfall of the Prime Minister's Mansion. All the forces were reshuffled, and undercurrents were surging. Under the calm, there was a conspiracy that was about to intensify.

   At the same time, everyone was watching Gu Feibai and Nie Chengye, the two young generals who had just returned to Beijing.

  Because the itinerary collided, the celebration banquet was also held together, which was an added joy.

  At the beginning of January, the capital is getting colder and colder. This year, the New Year is in February, and it is quick to think about it.

   There was another snowfall outside last night. Su Qing got up this morning and painted her eyebrows with some interest.

   Ruosu said that Cen Zhou was here.

   These days, Su Qingan has been cold to each other, and now it is time to let him in.

  The woman traced her eyebrows to the mirror, and the bronze mirror reflected her beautiful and pitiful face: "It looks good, or is it better?"

   she asked sideways.

  The boy was silent for a moment: "The first one."

  Su Qingan nodded happily: "Let's go, accompany me to the palace tonight."

  Cen Zhou knew that the protagonist of tonight's celebration banquet was her best friend, and the other was her fiancé.

   She looks happy.

  The sound of silk and bamboo in the palace is lingering, majestic and powerful everywhere.

   They were walking on the road, and snowflakes fell all the way along the way.

   "Will you marry him?" Cen Zhou asked.

  Su Qing let out a sigh of relief, turned to look at him, her smile was a little joking and ethereal: "What does it have to do with you if I marry or not?"

   "What I said—" His tone was cold and deep, and his words were frank, "Always count."

  Su Qingan simply showed him: "How do you want to be responsible?"

   "I will marry you." He didn't have any thought or hesitation, his voice was cold and pleasant.

   "Forced?"

"voluntary."

  Su Qingan sighed, and her tone suddenly softened: "If I value his rights and status, should I marry him?"

With such a bit of wickedness, she touched the cold, white and thin face of the young man with her fingers, with a smile in her eyes, and she said with affection, "If I don't just want to marry him, I want you to be my secret guard forever, Be my lover forever, stay in the princess palace, and obey me?"

   The hand holding the sword by his side, the phalanx stretched to the point of bluish white, the knuckles creaked, and he forbearance to the extreme.

  The snow just stopped.

Cen Zhou looked down at her. The bleak winter sun shone through the dead branches and cast an indifferent shadow on his high browbones and the bridge of his nose. He suddenly pulled the corner of his lower lip without any surprise or anger on his face. :"and then?"

   "Or, if I want you, how about an affair with me?" Su Qingan smiled, her eyes morbid and full of malice, "Just like."

   She stood on tiptoe, kissed the boy's thin lips, and slid her fingertips across his face, exhaling lingeringly: "That's it."

Cen Zhou took a few steps back in response, his ears were hot, but his face was pale, he stared at her, his eyes were dark and fierce, and after a long while, he was confused: "Princess...do you like stimulation so much? "

   Apart from using these two words to describe it, he couldn't find any other reason for Su Qing'an to do all this.

  Su Qingan didn't answer and asked, "Would you like to?"

   The young man's thin lips tightened into sharp lines, like green pines and cypresses, and he didn't speak.

  Su Qingan knew that these words must have brought a strong impact to Cen Zhou, and even stepped on his arrogance and asked him if he was willing.

   But... this guy is actually a bit more fun to tease.

   How can anyone be so serious about everything.

   Above the palace banquet, the pilgrimages are staggered, the powerful and powerful, you come and go.

As today's protagonist, Gu Feibai leaned beside Su Qing'an carelessly, swinging a folding fan in his hand, dressed in red, suave and suave, he really had the taste of a swinger: "It's boring! It's boring! "

"When there will be a good show, you won't feel bored." Su Qing'an knew that Gu Feibai's personality couldn't stand these entertainments, and just as he was about to drink the wine glass, a slender, cold, white, blue-veined and beautiful finger pressed her down. wrist.

   "You caught a cold last night, so you shouldn't drink alcohol."

  Su Qingan paused: "Then you drink?"

   (end of this chapter)