Chapter 672 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 2

The others didn't even see his movements clearly. In a few seconds, he flew into the lake. When his toes stepped on the lake surface, there were layers of ripples. His movements were extremely fast, and the hems of his clothes were flying in the wind.

When they saw each other again, Cen Zhou held Zhang Shuliang's wet collar with one hand, walked ashore easily, and threw the person on the ground!

The people present finally saw his eyebrows clearly, and there was a strong look of surprise.

The young man looks like a painting born in a distant mountain, light and cool.

"I just called you, why didn't you come out!" Zhang Shuliang collapsed and cried loudly.

"I am only responsible for your life." Cen Zhou said indifferently.

"You mean you came out because I was about to die?!" Zhang Shuliang stared in disbelief.

Cen Zhou nodded.

The depth of the lake is not fatal, and Zhang Shuliang knows the nature of water, but he has never seen anyone tossing himself to death.

Zhang Shuliang: "..."

Cried out loudly.

Tears and snot mixed together.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuancynsupuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Take me home, I want to complain to my father."

"My duty is not to take you home." Cen Zhou lowered his eyes, with long black eyelashes, and a nice but cold voice, "You can find someone from the Zhang family."

"???????"

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!!!!!!"

Zhang Shuliang cried so hard that the earth shook and the mountains shook, her heart was torn, her liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and her soul was gone.

She said in despair: "Cen Zhou, I even refused marriage for you. If you keep doing this, I will never love you again!!"

You have lost my love forever!

The young man breathed a sigh of relief: "That's very good."

"..."

#Not too harmful, but extremely insulting

#Are you polite?

The side of his face was spattered with blood, the outline was deep and bloody, the bridge of his nose was extremely straight, and his thin lips were sharp. He looked like a lone wolf in the pale March sunshine.

The young swordsman didn't stay too long. After everyone's lives were safe, he disappeared from sight again.

All that left an impression on everyone was that he was dressed in black, had a sword, and had an aloof and unattainable temperament.

"Cen Zhou." Su Qing'an squinted her eyes and smiled lightly, but her meaning was unclear.

It turns out his name is Cen Zhou.

That was the first time Su Qingan met Cen Zhou.

In March, in the peach grove, the mountain birds return together.

It was a long time later.

Don't bow your head to anyone.

…

Half a month later.

It was late at night, and Jian'an City was almost overturned by a sudden cold rain in early spring. The lamps hanging every five steps in the Princess Mansion swayed violently in the windy and rainy night, making a dull sound, and even the lights flickered on and off.

Occasionally, a few maids lowered their heads and walked through the nine-turn corridor. They couldn't help but take a closer look at the figure in the center of the courtyard. She was kneeling, not exactly kneeling, just one knee touching the ground.

If you are far away, you can't see the face clearly, and just looking at the outline makes people shy away.

The cold rain fell all over the man's body, leaving dark traces along the hem of his clothes. His back was blurred in the rain curtain, but he still knelt straight, like a sword that would never bend.

"It's his blessing that the princess named him to be a secret guard. Anyone else would have burst into tears with gratitude. But it's better for him. He would rather kneel down than enter the princess's mansion. The princess has already rested in the inner hall. Even if he waits for a while,

You can’t see anyone at night!”

"It's a pity. If I enter the mansion later, I'm afraid I won't have any good fruits to eat."

"What can he do when he sees the princess now..."

The maid's hurried discussion, which she suppressed, was scattered in the howling wind and rain. She didn't dare to stay longer and left.

The man had one knee half on the cold ground, as if he heard it, but he didn't react at all.

Outside the palace, clouds covered the moon, and it rained heavily on a cold night.

The fragrance in the hall is gentle and gentle.

A slender figure was leaning on Huanghuali's soft couch, his arms were propped up in front of the couch, his fingertips were slightly touching his forehead, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were closed, and he was half-conscious, as if he had dreamed of something bad.

The sleeves slid down with the movement, revealing her bright wrists covered with frost and snow. In addition to the white skirt, she was also covered with a red fox fur cloak. The white was white and the red was red. It made the person look picturesque, but she was too thin.

Some, and still contaminated with a bit of disease.

Su Qingan was awakened by a familiar voice.

"Princess, that man is still outside. It has been four hours since daytime, and his iron body cannot bear it. Do you want to meet him?"

The whispers lingered in her ears, as if it were yesterday, and the sounds of fighting in her dreams separated two completely different worlds. She opened her heavy eyelids with difficulty, and saw the dim and elegant inner hall with a blurry vision, and a picture

Young, worried face.

That night, Su Qingan had a long dream.

Can't tell the difference between past and present life.

"Ruosu?" She called out in confusion.

"The slave is here, but the princess is thirsty?" Ruosu's eyebrows were gentle and she bent down to pour her a cup of tea and gently handed it to Su Qing'an.

Su Qing'an did not take the cup of tea, but raised her hand and touched Ruosu's face inch by inch. Her fingertips trembled slightly and were stained with blood like ice.

The girl's body temperature was so fresh and her eyes were so blank. Instead of shouting in despair that there was a traitor inside, in the palace with broken city walls on that night when corpses were strewn everywhere, she told her to leave quickly.

"Princess?" Ruosu whispered.

A person like Su Qing'an, who has a bodhisattva appearance and cruel bones, steps on corpses step by step to fight for the throne, and should go to hell after death.

"How many years is Yonglin today?" Su Qing'an suddenly felt a splitting headache. The strong palpitations and familiar everything actually made her think of ridiculous speculations.

She was used to the collapse of Mount Tai without changing her appearance. Years of royal nurturing made her face not panic at all even when she encountered such a strange scene of returning to her old dream. Her eyes were quiet and heavy, and she used her fingertips a little.

After some effort, he raised Ruosu's face and asked casually.

"The thirty-second year of Yonglin." Su Qing'an's temperament has always been difficult to figure out, but Ruosu did not become suspicious and answered meekly.

The candle flickered on and off, life burned to its end, and it couldn't stand the dark night with wind and rain, and made a snapping sound.

It seems particularly abrupt.

Su Qingan looked at Ruosu expressionlessly for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

The person who was supposed to die returned to a year ago after being pierced by thousands of arrows!

The health pot observed Su Qingan's changes and finally smiled with satisfaction.

After half a month of observation, he said something was wrong with the host's soul. It turned out that she had already died once, a year before her death, and she didn't know it.

If nothing changes, everyone will continue on the original trajectory, eventually heading into a gray abyss with a tragic ending. No one will be spared, and no one will survive.

Qi Lou spent a lot of effort to let her pretend to be dead again and awaken her memory. However, due to such a slight mistake, she seemed to have lost part of the memory of her previous life before she died, but it was definitely not important anymore and it didn't matter.

No! Ashamed! It’s him!

You must live well in this life, never again...

Qi Lou thought to himself, slowly approached Su Qing'an, and said hello.

Su Qing'an is still immersed in that old dream.

In the Daliang royal family, the court is divided, and the princes are competing for the throne. Under the seemingly peaceful surface, there are forces from all sides ready to move.

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It's short, not harsh, and it smells great every day.

Sit tight and steady, let's set off. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance and remember to eat moon cakes.
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