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

"If you blame the heavens and others, you still think you are the son of the Prime Minister's mansion, bah! You dare to let the uncle and me be a slave, and you don't even want to see if you have that face." Zhu Ergou took the wine, sat on the table and drank it, his mouth was full. scolding something.

  Thirteen sat behind Zhu Ergou, heard all this clearly, lowered his head slowly, buried his face in the empty bowl, his eyes darkened.

  The Prime Minister's Mansion was exiled, how could Zhu Ergou appear in Jian'an City as the running dog of the Prime Minister's Mansion...

   Thirteen remembers the hatred of the three legs at the beginning.

  If there is no Su Qingan, he will definitely be beaten to death by Zhu Ergou. The silver taels given by the princess saved his mother's life in a crisis. Thirteen characters will be repaid, and the grievances are clear. Unfortunately, there has been no chance to thank Su Qingan.

   The more Zhu Ergou thought about it, the more angry he became. He drank too much alcohol and talked a lot. He didn't have a door at all.

   He didn't pay attention to the people behind him, and walked out staggeringly.

   Thirteen narrowed his eyes and followed silently.

   Being a beggar for so many years, Thirteen is best at tracking and running.

  …

  The grand palace banquet is scheduled for April 16th.

  April in the 36th year is a season that turns from warm to cold.

   It was a sunny day.

   almost overlaps the faded scroll.

  The palace is resplendent, with carved beams and painted buildings, and it is full of extravagant colors, and the sound of silk and bamboo is endless.

  Wangsun nobles, wit and beauties, staggered with each other, and enjoyed the wine.

  The atmosphere was very lively, and most of the topics were all by one person—Cen Jinyuan.

   This young general who can block ten thousand enemies with one sword and once became a million divisions with one sword, fights against the current, wins more with less, and fights seven battles with great brilliance and awe in the world!

   "On such an important day, he will definitely come." Someone smiled and said to Nie Chengye, "This Cen Jin is far from where he came from, the limelight is about to suppress you!"

  Nie Chengye said nothing on his face: "It is a blessing for Liang to win a brave general."

   "I'd like to see what kind of airs this person is. I haven't seen one since I returned to Beijing. I'm afraid it's not less than one-thousandth of the career!"

   "It may also be a green face and fangs, I dare not show my face hahaha!"

  The crowd laughed.

   The friend possessed himself and whispered in Nie Chengye's ear: "I heard that Princess Zhaoyi visited the Dingbei General's Mansion not long ago, and she has reached the age of marriage. Don't make a wedding dress for others in the past three years."

   "No." Nie Chengye laughed, confident, "Qing An will not marry someone else."

  The memory of Nie Chengye's last life is that in the spring of the 33rd year of Yonglin, Su Qingan died in the palace, and ten thousand arrows pierced his heart.

   Later, Su Ziheng ascended the throne and canonized Su Mohuan as Princess Chaoyang, bestowing all the honor and favor. He also married Su Mohuan and became a perfect match in the eyes of everyone.

   But what happened later overturned all his cognition.

  Nie Chengye also remembered that the night when Su Qingan died in the palace, the dark guard who had been with her all along also appeared in the palace.

   His name is Cen Zhou!

   Now everything is going in a completely different direction. Cen Zhou has completely left Jian'an City, Su Qing'an is not dead, and they will not be together.

  Su Ziheng saw him, and deliberately drew him in: "Chengye, go to the East Palace for a drink after the banquet?"

  Nie Chengye shook his head: "Don't disturb His Royal Highness." He sneered in his heart. In the last life, he supported Su Ziheng to ascend to the throne, only to realize that the other party was a downright mediocrity! Faint Lord!

   In just a few years of his reign, he beheaded countless loyal ministers and lived in luxury, making life difficult for the people of the world.

   This time, Nie Chengye would never let Su Ziheng take that position.

  If he can, why can't he be emperor?

   He will stay with Su Qingan well, promise her to be the queen, be a couple for the rest of his life, love her well, protect her, and will not let her end up like the previous life.

  Su Ziheng turned around, his face completely gloomy.

   Good you Nie Chengye, you all depended on this prince to start your business, and now you dare to be a white wolf!

  Su Ziheng comforted himself that he couldn't win over Nie Chengye, and there was another Cen Jinyuan.

   He must make Cen Jinyuan his person, and he must never let his father or Su Qingan take the lead!

  's thoughts were flying, Su Ziheng raised his head, thinking of something, he glanced at Su Qingan with a deep meaning.

Over there, Gu Fei strolled around in vain, collected everyone's impressions of Cen Jinyuan, and then asked Su Qingan enthusiastically: "Qingqing, only you have seen General Dingbei this month, tell me, he is unparalleled in beauty. , is it still ugly and unsightly?"

  Su Qing'an: "Don't judge length by appearance."

   "Good Qingqing, I'm just curious!"

   "I haven't seen his face either." Su Qingan said helplessly, carefully recalling the scene of the meeting that day.

   Strange to say, she has been dreaming of Cen Zhou for the past three years, and since the day she met Cen Jinyuan, she has never dreamed again.

  The attic was dark that day, the screen was half-covered, and half of the figure could be vaguely seen. The heart was bulging and astringent for no reason, and after careful consideration, he said, "It shouldn't be bad."

   "The general is really handsome." Qiu Tingzhu listened to the discussion among the people present.

   Gu Feibai looked at her sympathetically: "You are finished, you are in love."

   Gu Feibai felt that Qiu Tingzhu's words were not very credible, after all, the beholder is in the eyes of the beholder.

   "Qing An."

   The voice went from far to near, Nie Chengye walked up to Su Qing'an, with a warm sun in his eyes, and said with concern: "The wine prepared for this palace banquet is tribute from the grassland, it is very strong, you are not healthy, drink less."

  Su Qingan nodded slightly, her attitude not far or near.

  Nie Chengye sat down beside Su Qingan: "I heard that you met with General Dingbei a while ago?"

   "Of course, General Dingbei's demeanor is outstanding, he can't be compared to ordinary people." Gu Feibai whistled meaningfully, his eyebrows were charming, and he answered for Su Qingan.

  Nie Chengye paused slightly.

  Cen Jin is far? Nie Chengye really had never heard of this character, and he had never appeared in his previous life. He was puzzled and weighed who this character was.

   "The Prince of Nanning has never met General Dingbei, so how do you know what he is like? Maybe it's Qingmian—"

   Halfway through the words, the atmosphere suddenly became silent, and then everyone in the entire hall knelt to the ground and said respectfully.

   "Long live the emperor! Long live!"

   In the line of sight, the first thing to see is the bright yellow robe, the mighty golden dragon.

   Emperor Liang walked slowly, and beside him was a young and sturdy figure, dressed in black, indifferent and thin.

   Emperor Liang was talking to the man with a smile.

   Without the permission of the emperor, everyone could not get up, and the superior and inferior were extremely distinct.

  Su Qingan lowered her eyes, a black robe passed in front of her, and stopped in front of her for two seconds.

   His eyes stopped, and he clearly saw the cold cloud pattern above, flowing with dark light.

   A heart tensed.