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

  Chapter 728 Crazy Criticism of Beauty to Take Villain Script 58

  Her hand pointed to the figure riding ahead without warning!

   The sound is bright.

  Cen Zhou's movements were abrupt, his brows were deep, and he looked at Su Qing'an silently.

  Su Qingan's smile remained unchanged: "Cen Zhou..."

   She denied Su Mohuan's words in a brief silence: "No."

   The boy's hand on the reins loosened.

   "Why?!" Su Mohuan was angry, "Didn't my sister say give it to me if I want it!"

   "Because he is an exception." Su Qing stroked the little girl's neck soothingly, "Sister's things are not easy to grab."

  Su Mohuan looked at Cen Zhou several times unwillingly, and asked, "Don't you want to? Didn't you also like sister at first?"

  Cen Zhou's voice was cold: "My subordinates belong to the Nine Princesses."

  Su Mohuan was stunned, she stopped talking, and went back to the house in a fit of anger.

   Saying goodbye to Su Mohuan, Su Qingan returned to the front of the hall, was grabbed by the wrist, and looked back to see the stern face.

   "You lied to me again today."

   She said that she wanted to be with Nie Chengye, but she proposed to terminate the engagement in the main hall. Her previous words were clearly playing tricks on him.

  Su Qing'an laughed. She rarely saw Cen Zhou express his emotions so genuinely, that kind of occasional childishness, whether frowning or puffing up, or blushing eyes even though his face was expressionless.

   seems to be another more vivid and real Jianghu swordsman who is slowly opening his heart to her.

   "You're too deceitful." She told him helplessly.

  Cen Zhou touched the dimple on his left cheek when he spoke, and his eyes were like cold stars in the night: "Su Qing'an, don't lie to me."

"I was serious."

  Su Qingan was stunned.

   "Also," Cen Zhou lowered his voice, "Just now. I'm... a little happy."

   He didn't understand why Su Qingan felt bored when he had an engagement contract, and he didn't understand the sudden sense of relief, but he was indeed, happy.

   Whether it was because of the engagement of the engagement, or because she did not push him to others.

   "Go to sleep." Su Qingan patted his hand.

  Winter has come, will spring be far behind?

   Half a month later, the news of Prime Minister Zhang's death came from Jian'an City. He encountered robbers on the way and lost his life!

   When Emperor Liang learned about this, he was devastated and no longer cared about collaborating with the enemy and treason. He restored Prime Minister Zhang's status in the court, and allowed the body to be brought back to the capital for burial.

  The people praised the emperor's kindness and affection.

   But no one knows.

   The robber who killed Prime Minister Zhang was personally arranged by Emperor Liang.

   Prime Minister Zhang must die.

  The queen heard this as soon as she got up from the hospital bed, her eyes darkened, and she fainted again. This time, there is no need to pretend, it is a real serious illness.

  Prince was also not feeling well, and his face turned pale every day.

   Emperor Liang sat on the dragon chair and looked at him: "Prince won't be here for a few days, take good care of your body, don't be as delicate as your mother."

  Su Ziheng's face changed greatly, and he said anxiously: "Father, the son and the minister are all right—"

   Emperor Liang waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to say anything more.

  Others are secretly observing, fishing in troubled waters.

Su Ziheng returned to the East Palace in a sullen mood. Seeing Zhang Shuliang crying and crying, he kicked over the stool violently: "Cry, cry, cry! You know how to cry! What's the use of crying?! Now no one pays attention to me as a prince. in!"

   "Isn't that because of your waste?! Even your uncle can't keep it!" Zhang Shuliang stared at him and burst into tears, "I didn't even see my father for the last time..."

   Even before the big wedding, Zhang Shuliang was still having a tantrum with Prime Minister Zhang.

   "Brother Prince, sister-in-law, stop arguing." Su Mohuan said timidly, her eyes soft and lovable, "I brought peach blossom cake, do you want to try it?"

   "Go away! You don't need to pretend to be kind!" Zhang Shuliang said viciously, "running to the East Palace all day, you are so rare in the East Palace, you marry in and become a prince!"

  Su Mohuan stood bewildered, tears welling in her eyes.

  Su Ziheng was exhausted both physically and mentally, and no one had the strength to coax him, so he staggered out and ran into Su Qingan, which made him even more angry.

  Su Qingan looked at him and opened her mouth.

   "You don't have to comfort me." Su Ziheng laughed at himself, "I'm afraid you are so happy now."

   "I didn't want to comfort you." Su Qingan said modestly, "I just wanted to say, Brother Huang, don't fall down so early."

  Su Ziheng wiped his tears, the corners of his eyes were red, and he stared at Su Qingan: "Don't be too complacent, as long as you stay in this position for a day, it will not be your turn!"

   He returned to the East Palace, locked himself in the house for a whole day, called private soldiers, and gave several orders in a low voice.

  Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely complete your will!

   Save your only eldest son!

  The Prime Minister's Mansion fell, and other forces were eager to move, and they installed their own people in the court, trying to have the same rights as the Prime Minister's Mansion as soon as possible.

   Gu Feibai asked Su Qingan if he needed any action.

   "Stand still."

   The culprit of everything, now only these four words are given.

   In two months, all external forces were purged by Emperor Liang, and the people who had just been inserted into the courtroom searched for various charges and found out.

   The gun hit the bird.

  Su Qing'an was suspected by Emperor Liang in the first place, and now it is even more impossible for her to throw herself into the net. She doesn't like to take action in person.

   This year's New Year is very lively.

  The beams are prosperous, and the people are decorated with lanterns.

   Even Princess Zhaoyi's mansion was hung with red lanterns.

   I heard that there was some trouble in the frontier, and several subordinate areas were beaten after a few scratches without any pain.

  Cen Zhou frowned when he heard the battle situation, Su Qingan teased him that he had the people in his heart, why didn't he become a general.

  Cen Zhou warmed her hands and said in a light voice, "Do you want me to go?"

   "It's up to you." Su Qingan said, "It's good to be by my side, there is someone by my side."

  Cen Zhou said nothing.

New Year's Eve.

  The family banquet in the palace ended very late, and Su Qingan came back with Cen Zhou. This was their first New Year.

  Su Qing'an was overwhelmed with alcohol, so drunk, leaning on him, her voice was ethereal: "Cen Zhou..."

"Um?"

   "I really want to go to the cemetery and give my mother a stick of incense."

   "Then go."

"can not go."

   "Then let's go quietly."

  Bitter Winter Cemetery is desolate, Su Qingan kissed the tombstone lightly.

   "Mother, happy new year."

  The sound disappeared in the wind, and the mountains and seas were speechless.

  The paper is burning, illuminating this corner of the place, and expressing infinite grief.

   "Cen Zhou, where is your family?"

  Su Qingan whispered softly.

   This was the first time she asked about Cen Zhou's life experience.

   is also the first time to know about him.

   "I haven't seen it since I was born." Cen Zhou said lightly, without the slightest emotion.

  Su Qingan looked up at him and suddenly became interested: "Then how did you grow up?"

  Cen Zhou thought about it.

   (end of this chapter)