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

   Chapter 730 Crazy Criticism of Beauty for Taking Villain Script 60

"come over."

Su Qing'an waited for a few seconds before suppressing the sudden memory fragment. She is now very sure that she has forgotten something about her previous life, and the key to all this may be Su Mohuan, maybe Cen Zhou, maybe It is the event of the day of death.

   She suddenly became interested and waved to Su Mohuan, just like greeting kittens and puppies, her tone was even sweeter and unbelievable under severe stimulation: "Sister taught you archery."

   "Really? Sister, you must be better at archery than the prince's brother!"

  Su Qing'an didn't respond, standing behind Su Mohuan, holding the person, put her fingers on her hand, and helped her to draw the bowstring, with meticulous movements, just like the shortest and warmest teaching among parents, revealing a faint sense of authority.

   I can't say it, it just makes people shudder.

  Su Mohuan looked at the distant target in front of her, but focused on the person behind her.

   "Concentrate." Su Qing'an said, "See the target."

   Her fingertips pressed hard against her hand.

   He even held his breath.

  Su Qingan looked at the archery target in the distance, and there were many things in her eyes.

  Hanjian pierced through the air—

   Hit the bullseye!

   "Have you learned it? Little Jasmine."

  Su Mohuan stared straight at the picture in the distance: "It's good to learn to learn to shoot arrows!"

  If possible, she wants to show her archery skills to the prince and the queen.

   "Sister, when the prince and elder brother ascend the throne, we can go out of Kyoto, and there are many better things, right?"

"Why do you say that."

"Because I want to be with my elder sister forever." Su Mohuan said in a melancholy tone, "Is it the elder sister who did things about the prince's elder brother... The emperor has been very sad recently, Prime Minister Zhang is dead, and the mother... It's almost enough, elder sister, enough. If we go further down, we won’t be able to hold back, aren’t we as bad as before?”

  Su Mohuan really wanted to go back to the past, surround her mother, and watch the Jian'an Flowers with the prince and brother.

  Su Qingan told her: "A Huan said this wrong, life and death have a fate, this is their life."

   "Does my sister want to be an emperor?"

  Su Mohuan then asked, as if she didn't realize what she had said, and asked again, "Does my sister want to replace the prince's brother?"

   She wears very thick clothes today, her skin is as white as snow, her lips are as red as roses, like the most exquisite doll sewn by a craftsman.

   Those eyes were like two black crystal beads inlaid in their sockets.

  Cen Zhou noticed something wrong with Su Qingan and frowned: "Su Qingan?"

   Their voices were far and near, ethereal.

  This April is the same as the April of the year he died in the palace.

   The traces of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart began to hurt again, invading every inch of bone marrow, Su Qingan not only saw blood in the forgotten memory, but also—

  Cen Zhou!

   Silent confrontation filled the air.

"Little fool." Su Qing'an calmly and elegantly patted Su Mohuan's face with a cold arrow, as if she hadn't heard Cen Zhou's words, her tone was weird and doting, half of her face was like a banished fairy in the sky, "You only Just listen to my sister."

   What she wants is not a sister, but a doll.

The moment    turned around, the smile on Su Qing'an's face completely disappeared.

  Cen Zhou took her hand.

  Su Qingan couldn't look at his face, she just patted the boy's hand.

  Su Mohuan stood there and looked at Su Qingan's back as she left: "Brother Cen Zhou, I seem to have made my sister angry."

   "I don't have a sister." His voice was as cold as ice, and he turned and left without even looking at Su Mohuan.

  Su Mohuan smiled inexplicably and shouted, "If my sister is willing to give you to me that night, then you are mine!"

   After being with Cen Zhou, Su Qingan hadn't thought about the past life for a long time.

  It's been a long time...that faded memory is like a dream of Huang Liang.

  Like a mirage on the horizon, it is constantly changing.

   I remember the day she died.

  The bones of the corpse were buried in the palace, and the blood flowed into a river.

  She was dressed in white, her body was pierced by sharp arrows, dyed red with blood, and the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing her heart shattered her internal organs.

  Su Qingan saw a face she could never let go of at the end!

   He has an arrow in his hand.

   That face was splattered with blood, and the eyebrows and eyes were those that Su Qing'an would never forget to the core of her bones. Ling Zhan's eyes were fixed on her, and there was no emotion at all.

  Su Mohuan stood with him.

Next to    is Su Ziheng.

   That picture went from blurry to clear, so clear that every detail came into view.

   It's so true that Su Qing'an can't even give any reason to deny it to prove that it's all fake.

The feeling of    choked her throat, she seemed confused in the dream and wanted to ask him why.

  Cen Zhou moved his thin lips and seemed to say something.

   Su Qingan couldn't hear clearly.

  The blade pierced through the heart!

   It hurts.

   has never been so painful.

   That person is in front of him, constantly blurring and regressing, his figure is getting more and more ethereal, and he can't catch it no matter how hard he catches it.

  Su Qingan watched him disappear.

  The world turned into darkness.

   Only the pain in her heart reminded her that she was still alive.

   Is it because it hurts too much, and everything is suppressed deep in my heart, and I don’t want to be mentioned, and I don’t want to be unblocked?

  The moon on fifteenth is sixteen round. Today is fifteenth, the last night of a year's appointment. It is a semi-circular bright moon in the night sky.

   The night was dark, and the candlelight, which was jumping, made a clatter and went out completely.

  Su Qingan sat expressionlessly for a long time, the blue silk was scattered behind her, her face was pale and fragile, and the weather was uncertain.

   "So I forgot about this..."

   She said, a twisting and heart-pounding tingling always disturbed the midnight dream.

  Su Qingan laughed softly, the tear moles at the corners of her eyes were still thin and cool, and they looked like tear marks.

"is that true?"

   She opened her mouth in the dead of night, pressing her fingertips against her lively beating heart, word by word.

   "I bless you for a lifetime."

   The words of the day before yesterday rang softly in my ears.

   "Cen Zhou."

  Who will answer her.

   No one answered.

  Su Qingan desperately needs an answer.

   But she knew that the answer could only be given by herself.

  The moon outside the window seems to have fallen from the sky, hidden behind layers of overcast clouds.

  This rain is falling in my heart, pattering, overgrown with weeds.

   Su Qingan thought.

   Maybe it’s a cloudy day.

   It’s going to rain.

   So the moon will not be visible tomorrow.

   On the same night, the teenager sat casually by the window of Xiyuan with his knees bent, his eyes lowered and he carefully carved the pear flower wood hairpin in his hand.

   The hand that is used to holding the sword now picks up the hairpin belonging to a woman, which is rusty and green.

  The sawdust pierced into the pulp of his finger, and a little bit of blood appeared. He wiped it off carelessly, and his cold eyebrows and eyes softened a little under the moonlight.

   There was a sincere openness in his eyes.

he thinks.

The answer that    could not give before, he can now tell Su Qingan clearly.

   He wanted to tell her in person tomorrow.

   (end of this chapter)