Chapter 675 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 5

Looking at each other through the blurry rain curtain.

His eyes were cold, filled with the late night rain in Jian'an, but could not hold her.

Even when he was kneeling there, soaked in the cold rain all night, his momentum was not even half as bad.

With that look in his eyes, it was as if his sword would slit her throat and pierce her heart in the next second. Su Qing'an felt a long-lost rush of blood, and even her chest bulged, tasting the feeling of being alive.

It's Cen Zhou.

"Princess, why did you open the window? It's windy at night and your body can't stand the cold..." Ruosu said worriedly and wanted to step forward and close the window lattice for her.

She had been with Su Qing'an for more than ten years, and Su Qing'an was extremely tolerant of her. He just shook his head lightly and said, "It's okay."

After all, it is a broken body that has not been able to heal itself after so many years, so what does it mean if it gets wet in the rain?

Su Qing'an's tone was very light, but it contained an undeniable sense of oppression. Ruosu didn't dare to offend her anymore, so she had to tighten her cloak.

The circle of fiery red fox's soft downy hair surrounded the girl's exposed slender neck, clinging to the pale and almost fragile skin and blood vessels, as if it would break if it was folded.

Perhaps because she was going to sleep, she did not tie up her hair, letting three thousand black hairs spread behind her under the dim candlelight. The cool and fine raindrops fell on her body, occasionally brushing a few strands of black hair.

Covering his eyes as calm as the sea.

It then floated down gently, soft and gentle.

Su Qing'an leaned against the window, supporting her chin on her white fingertips, looking at the young man with a smile.

The other party's gaze didn't dodge or give in at all. It was like a sharp sword cutting through the increasingly fierce cold rain, looking straight at her.

There is no charm in the eyes, they are not the eyes between lovers.

Su Qing'an couldn't see Cen Zhou's face clearly, but she could see his eyes clearly.

How dare you forget?

She once broke his three-foot-long sword on a whim! She once imprisoned him within an inch of the world with the power of the princess! She once used all kinds of means to make him surrender and break his bones!

Didn't that arrogant and free swordsman eventually become the only secret guard of the princess' mansion?

It's a pity that when you imprison people, you can't imprison your heart.

Let her think about how these eyes looked at her in her last life.

Always cold and indifferent, without desires or demands, never lingering for a moment, nor containing any blasphemous lust.

Being with each other for a year can't bring me any emotion, no better than a stranger, but here - it's also a rainy night, in the palace with rivers of blood...

how?

Su Qing'an suddenly became stunned and felt the excruciating pain. The bone-piercing pain pierced by thousands of arrows was like an old dream, entangled in the bone marrow, making life worse than death.

The scenes before her death flashed chaotically before her eyes like a horse watching a lantern. She still remembered the blood and malice before her death, as if she had caught a familiar figure in black from her memory, and she found it ridiculous in the blink of an eye.

He had clearly left on the day of the forced imprisonment, so how could he appear in the palace?

"Cen Zhou..."

At this moment, going back to a year ago, when they first met, Su Qing'an was leaning against the window, looking at his figure in the heavy rain, and murmuring his name between her lips and teeth.

"Cen Zhou..."

These two words, watered with blood and hot heartbeats, appeared on this rainy night.

The rain was pattering, and the remaining flowers on the branches were swaying.

She spoke every word, her voice floating in the air.

"The peach blossoms are blooming in March."

She's back!

"Princess." Ruosu followed her line of sight and looked out, and happened to see the kneeling figure. A trace of unbearableness passed through his eyes, and he whispered: "That day, Cen Zhou also cared about Miss Zhang's life. Since she was from another family,

, if you want secret guards, why not pick a few from the secret camp?"

"Miss Zhang?" Su Qingan said with unclear meaning.

"Did the princess forget what happened in the peach forest that day?" Ruosu said with a smile.

Su Qing'an still remembered that in her last life, she had never seen him, and he knelt outside all night, unable to wake up with a high fever, because he refused to enter the mansion in order to resist her will.

How can a swordsman who is used to being free and easy tolerate others being his master?

But he was willing to stay by Zhang Shuliang's side.

It's puzzling that until her death, Su Qing'an didn't know the reason why he did this.

She knew his name, but that was all, where he came from, where he was going, who his parents were, and what the purpose of coming to the capital was. She knew nothing about him and couldn't find out no matter how hard he tried.

No one appears out of thin air in the world.

Blankness itself is original sin.

"How many hours has it been?"

"Nearly five hours."

Su Qing'an ordered: "Get an umbrella."

If Su is slightly startled, he should step down.

The plain white embroidered shoes stepped out of the inner hall, walked out step by step, stepped over the threshold, and stepped in the rain.

There are puddles on the bluestone slabs, the rain is still falling, the mountains and birds are picturesque in the distance, and the night is dark.

The pair of embroidered shoes stopped in front of a person.

The young man was dressed in black and was soaked in the rain. He knelt on one knee on the ground, his back straightened inch by inch. His entire face was hidden in the darkness, and raindrops dripped along his clear and sharp jawline.

Su Qing stood quietly in front of him, only a short distance away. Ruosu held an umbrella for her next to her. The red cloak she wore was fluttering in the wind, and she lowered her eyes and looked down from above.

He carefully looked at Cen Zhou's features.

His bones are very cold, and he has a strong chivalrous spirit, but also has an alienated youthful spirit. And tonight, the color is perfect, the rain falls from the long black eyelashes, and the eyebrows are like glaciers that never melt all the year round. No one in Jian'an City can compare with him.

, is an appearance that makes people both excited and intimidated at the same time.

He is famous for his sword and has excellent bones.

This is a rumor from the outside world.

Su Qingan knows.

There is a scar on the side of his left ear from a fight when he was young.

His heart is colder than his people.

Never changed.

"Cen Zhou."

Su Qing'an read his name again, probably too many times in her words, her tone was elegant and lazy, and it also contained the dignity and coercion of the royal family.

The voice fell into the rain, and it was a commanding tone: "Raise your head."

He was indifferent.

There was a long silence.

"Whatever the princess asks you to do, just do it-" Ruosu scolded next to her.

Before he finished speaking, Su Qingan stopped him.

Slender, pale fingers covered the handle of the oil-paper umbrella, and with a slight exertion, it gradually tilted towards the person kneeling on the ground.

The rain fell on the oil-paper umbrella and rolled down from the eaves, containing the two of them and cutting off another world.

"Do you want to see me?"

A gentle voice fell from the top of his head.

The rain no longer falls on my shoulders.

Cen Zhou finally raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

She held an umbrella on a rainy night, with a flowing snow-white skirt and a red cloak, which was the color of blood. Her figure was incredibly thin. Behind her was the cold and solemn princess palace, and the lamps swaying left and right under the eaves.

The continuous rain and mist covered her delicate face, her pupils were very light colored glaze, and there was a scarlet tear mole on the corner of her right eye, which added an indescribable charm to her fairy-like eyebrows.

"Princess, please take back your life."

"Why?"

"I can't protect the princess's golden branches and jade leaves." His voice was soaked in the rain and became hoarse after kneeling for a long time. There was no emotion in his voice, it was just a statement.
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