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

   Emperor Liang's words changed, and his tone was incomprehensible: "Zhaoyi, what do you think?"

  Su Qing'an's soft eyelashes covered Liuli's eyes. All this was unexpected. The attacker was caught off guard, his heart beat irregularly, his tone was still quiet, and he said with a smile.

   "My son-in-law, Pu Liuzhi, only wishes to be filial under his father's knees. How can he be worthy of today's major general?"

   "Qing An, you have reached the age of marriage, you must have a sweetheart." Emperor Liang said neither light nor serious, secretly indicating that all this was a foregone conclusion.

   If Su Qingan does not choose, he will choose for her.

   Three years ago, Emperor Liang had heard a little about it. With Su Qing'an's character, Cen Jin was far from her choice.

   Moreover, Emperor Liang could no longer tolerate Su Qingan's excessive control of the government.

   The last gentle smile on Su Qing'an's lips faded.

   On the high platform, Cen Zhou sat casually, just like two people three years ago.

   His shoulders are broad and cold, his slender fingers are playing with the cold wine cup, his profile is like a knife in the snow, unreachable, and he didn't even look at her, waiting for her answer.

   is not waiting, it is coercion.

  Su Qingan could not choose to marry far away, let alone Nie Chengye. If he was interested in Nie Chengye, he would not have broken off the marriage three years ago.

   She can only choose him!

  Su Qing'an did a lot of calculations, but he didn't calculate that Cen Jin would be Cen Zhou in the long run.

   She couldn't see through his eyes, which was shocking.

  Su Qingan still remembers the innocent and stubborn appearance of a young man three years ago, but he forgot that three years can change a person. Now he has grown to the point where he walks side by side with her, and he has also learned how to restrain her.

   Raised a wolf.

   Sure enough, wolves are untamed.

  Su Qingan sighed in her heart, her eyes were clear and affectionate, she coughed weakly several times, and said slowly and hoarsely: "My son... I would like to be the wife of General Dingbei."

   The people on the high platform finally showed a smile, but this smile was three years late, who could understand it.

  The ups and downs of Emperor Liang's mood finally fell to the bottom.

  Twenty years have passed, but we have gone back to the past...

  Everything, the dust settled.

  Su Qingan frowned, her weak body was thin and pitiful.

   Destiny is the best at tricking people. It goes around in a circle, takes a crooked road, and returns to the original point.

  Why?

  Why is he so clean and white?

   How could he be able to watch and stay awake when he was in the quagmire.

   Su Qingan used to be so fascinated by his innocence, and now he hates his innocence.

   This thrilling marriage ceremony at the palace banquet finally came to an end.

   Emperor Liang reluctantly told Xun Bisihan that he had promised Cen Zhou before, but now he can't go back.

  A career, when you let go, let it go, your marriage will come sooner or later. Emperor Liang also regretted that you had no jokes, and finally did not forget to comfort him.

   Xun Bisihan was unwilling and could do nothing. On the other hand, the grasslands had fought against the northern border. He was afraid of Cen Zhou and could do nothing.

  Cen Jinyuan's woman, how could he eat a bear's heart and a leopard's guts to ask for marriage? !

   Grassland and Daliang still have to marry. Without Su Qing'an, there will be others. Emperor Liang retained Xun Bisihan to stay in Jian'an for a while.

   "Sihan." Ruosu walked over before Xun Bisihan left the palace and said with a smile, "Princess Zhaoyi apologizes to you for the little sister Su Mohuan."

   "Su Mohuan?" Xun Bisihan pondered again.

   "Yes, the ten princesses are stubborn and disobedient to discipline, please forgive Sihan."

   Xun Bisihan thought to himself, doesn't he just like those who disobey discipline!

   If you can't marry Su Qing'an, you can marry Su Qing'an's sister, right?

After the palace banquet was over, Su Qingan walked out with a cold face.

  Nie Chengye wanted to hold her hand, and said painfully: "Qing An, I have been waiting for you to learn from the sun and the moon..."

   "My fiancee, you dare to move?!"

   The indifferent voice sounded without warning, with a sense of oppression, like a knife.

  The youth came from a distance.

   Nie Chengye confronted him, secretly frightened, and was the first to be defeated in embarrassment.

   "Let's go." Su Qingan said to Nie Chengye.

  Nie Chengye knew that he would have no chance if he left today, but he had no reason to stay.

   He clenched his fists, smiled bitterly, and walked out slowly.

   There were only two people left.

   may be wrong, because there is also a pot.

   The health pot is broken: "It's over! It's over! It's over!!"

   "Did you see it?" Qi Lou deliberately drew a **** character with a blackening value of 100 on Cen Zhou, which was extremely eye-catching, "Shuan Q!"

  Su Qingan frowned: "Zhu Anqiu?"

   Surfing Dahu was silent and sad: "I didn't provoke anyone."

   "Oh, I didn't provoke anyone." Lingdinghu repeated bitterly, spinning in circles.

   Qi Lou was so frightened, so Qi Lou hugged his tail and slipped away.

   "The sins of your own making, go back to yourself."

   Su Qing'an's eyes were a little cold, and her camouflaged temper couldn't hold back her anger. She looked at the person who was slowly approaching from a distance.

   is April when the grass grows and the warbler flies.

  The sun is clear, the orange tree is brilliant, the sunlight is filtered by the branches into a very soft orange color, scattered all over the place, mottled, the petals are rustling, and the unknown floral fragrance permeates the air.

   An endless palace road, vermilion walls, and glazed tiles.

  Su Qingan stood opposite Cen Zhou.

  The wind blew the hem of the two people's clothes, white as snow, deep black, the most irresistible color on their fingers, entangled together and separated in an instant.

   The reunion of the two was not pleasant.

   "What exactly do you want to do?"

The    sound broke the silence.

Su Qing'an looked at his unfamiliar eyebrows, and tore off the last love between the two with her own hands, without leaving a piece of armor, her always soft voice was like a mocking knife: "Retaliation against this palace will not cost the life of General Dingbei. Sacrifice for something big!"

   She used to be very gentle, and now she doesn't even want to pretend.

  Cen Zhou looked at her from the beginning to the end, pure and straight.

   The more silent he was, the more annoyed she became.

   Jiangnan embroidered shoes with fine workmanship are approaching.

   The sweet and greasy fragrance belonging to women penetrates into the breath.

The face reflected in the sight, in the sunlight, the tiny fluff can be seen on the face, just like the surface of the dandelion. Fragile poignancy.

   I really want to destroy the beauty.

   "Three years in the frontier, you can't speak anymore?" Su Qing'an's emotions were always deep, and in addition to extreme twisted anger or mixed with other inexplicable things, it quickly settled like a pool of water.

The woman drooped her eyes and smiled, her eyes filled with waves, her eyes were full of affection, she was close, she didn't shy away, she spoke softly, with a gentle knife: "Why don't you make any progress, do you still need Ben Gong to teach you? I, my, Dark, guard."

Every word was scratched on people's bones. Cen Zhou could understand it. She was reminding him that even though he was a general now, he was not the secret guard of Princess Zhaoyi's mansion, and he couldn't erase it for a long time. Burn marks.

   Every minute and second after the reunion is a silent confrontation.

   He suddenly laughed, raised his hand and grabbed Su Qing'an's chin, so close to him, even his breath was entangled, there was nowhere to hide his aggressiveness.