Chapter 681 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 11

"Prince," the man said in grief, holding the smashed pear in his hands, "the common people's pears are gone!"

Su Ziheng's face turned pale, he threw up his sleeves and left!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. mine. My poor pear, Prince, don't care about you. You will die a violent death!"

Su Qing'an took out a money bag from Gu Feibai's waist, took out the broken silver, and threw one to the stall owner who was mourning for Li, and the other to the little beggar.

"Keep it."

Both of them were overjoyed.

"My pears!" The stall owner held up the silver in a dignified tone, "You have enough money for burial. Finally, you can rest in peace and die a worthy death! Why don't you thank Princess Zhaoyi and Prince Nanning!!"

Gu Feibai couldn't bear to look at her, it was too grandiose, so he held back his praise for a long time: "You and your pear have a really good relationship."

The stall owner wiped away tears: "It's not easy for us to depend on each other."

Gu Feibai smiled awkwardly but politely.

The little beggar smiled broadly and wiped his dirty face. His eyes were as bright as black grapes and sparkling. He patted his chest and made a promise with a childish voice.

"From now on, Thirteen's life belongs to the Princess and the Crown Prince! You ask me to go east, but I will never go west!"

"Why do I want your life?" Su Qing'an asked, her eyebrows reflecting the cold spring light.

The little beggar smiled and said, not afraid at all: "Although I am a beggar, I can't help the princess much, but I dare to say the first thing about Jian'an City's gossip. No one dares to say it. Secondly, what does the princess want to know? Although

Ask me!"

"Your name is Thirteen?" Su Qingan whispered softly.

The little beggar nodded vigorously.

"I don't need you to inquire about information now. Take the money to buy some food and change into new clothes."

Her tone is very gentle, and after deliberately restraining her authority, she has a kind of trustworthy and convincing temperament.

Thirteen couldn't help but blush, and scratched his head nervously, thinking that the princess really sounded nice.

Gu Feibai touched his empty money bag and fell into deep thought.

It seems like something has been lost.

When Su Qing'an returned home, the sky darkened and clouds had accumulated in the sky all day long. White light flashed and tore the night sky apart, and suddenly there was a rumble of thunder.

"It's raining again." Su Qing'an murmured.

She walked along the mahogany corridor to the palace, and just saw that figure in the courtyard.

The rain dripped along the young man's body and bones, the cool breeze blew the petals, and the touching crimson color fell on his black clothes. The fallen flowers seemed to be lingering for a long time, and half of the remaining flowers were as bright as a girl's rouge tears, kissing him softly,

But it couldn't take away half of the indifference and loneliness in him.

Kneeling is also straight, eyebrows are like distant mountains.

This should be a beautiful painting, but it is becoming more and more inhumane.

Su Qing'an's eyes stayed on him for two seconds, falling on the residual red color.

I knelt for a whole day and a night, but I was able to endure it and I didn't faint yet.

The man looked at her silently, his face was colorless, and his eyes were cold and desolate, as if he could bite a piece of flesh from her body at any time.

Haven't given in yet.

It doesn't matter, Su Qingan's favorite thing is wolf training.

She passed by the boy lightly: "Did you feed Hui Hui today?"

Ruosu replied: "Feed it, it can eat a lot."

The voice faded away, and there was no instruction from the princess. Others hurriedly walked by with their heads lowered, pretending not to notice.

When Su Qing'an walked into the inner hall, the cool breeze suddenly blew pieces of peach blossoms towards her. The smell of the air was humid, and the fragrance of peach blossoms could hardly be smelled.

She frowned and brushed off the peach blossom petals on her shoulders, but the petals fell on her palm, alone and trembling.

She slightly tightened her grip on the peach petal, then let go, quietly watching it float into the distance.

Su Qing'an had been ill for a long time and had been traveling for a day. Ruosu ordered her servants to prepare hot water for bathing.

"Has he been kneeling like this all day?" The man leaned beside the bed and asked calmly.

Ruosu nodded: "Very stubborn."

"You are in good health and haven't fallen down yet." Su Qing'an glanced outside and saw an outline in the blurry rain screen. A messy scene flashed before her eyes, covered in blood.

Su Qingan didn't like this feeling.

It feels like forgetting.

But she clearly believed that she had not forgotten anything in the year she was reborn.

"Ruosu, let the dark camp find someone."

"Princess, please speak."

"Heavenly Doctor with Ghost Hands."

Su Qing'an couldn't complain about the name the master had given him, and said calmly: "We must find him."

Ruosu hesitated: "I have heard of the reputation of the Heavenly Doctor with Ghost Hands, but his whereabouts have always been unpredictable, and no one has seen his true face..."

"Get the pen and ink." Su Qing'an smiled slightly, but she didn't expect that the first picture she drew for her master was a wanted poster. She picked up the pen and said leisurely, "He has a bad temper. To be honest, he can't be honest."

If it doesn't make sense, you can arrest him and force him directly. If he dares to run away, he will be kidnapped and taken to the capital."

Master: I am lucky to have you!

If Ruosu is ashamed and is taken care of by the princess, the life of this ghost-hand heavenly doctor is probably not going to be easy.

It is indeed difficult to find a master, but she can first use acupuncture to regulate Nanning King's body.

Su Qing'an thought, it seemed like she would have to find an opportunity to meet King Nanning.

She handed the portrait to Ruosu.

Su Qing'an was proficient in chess, calligraphy and painting, and was particularly good at painting. Ruosu believed that her princess must be the most beautiful lady in the capital, but what was even better than this was her palace and strategy.

Her princess will not be trapped in a small world.

It’s just...this painting is a divine horse?!

"This -" Ruosu was shocked, staring at the tattered old man in the portrait, holding two big chicken legs in his hands. He didn't know if it was because of Su Qing'an's painting, or if it was the real person like this, which completely ruined Ruosu's love for him.

The admiration impression of a generation of ghost doctors.

Su Qingan's expression remained unchanged: "He is rather ugly."

"..."

Although, princess, do you paint with some personal grudges?

After a short period of silence, Ruosu went outside to give orders to others. Su Qingan didn't like the presence of outsiders in the inner hall, so she didn't leave anyone waiting in the room. During the long silence, her heart felt like a twitching pain.

She frowned, her face turned a little pale, and she had to think of some things from her previous life.

Su Qing'an has never been a good person, so when she wanted to get Cen Zhou, she used all kinds of methods.

There is nothing a swordsman can do to resist the emperor's order.

Finally he entered the princess's mansion.

But this time, it was just the beginning, and those bloody methods were not used yet.

What about this time...

Su Qing'an looked out the window, perhaps due to her intuition of fate, and felt a little hesitant for the first time.

The overwhelming pain in her heart made her very irritable, and she even resisted this senseless emotion, frantically trying to get her away from something, even every drop of blood was clamoring, agitating and surging for it.

Never! Never—

Su Qing'an endured that painful splitting headache. Her eyebrows were in a blur of light and shadow, and no one could understand her emotions, so she spoke in confusion.
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