Chapter 698 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 28

"Still practicing swordsmanship," Ruosu replied.

Su Qing'an's meaning was unclear: "It's quite a bitter experience."

That day, when she came back from the mountains outside Beijing, Ruosu was stunned for a moment when she saw the young man riding a horse in the front, and then he saw the princess getting off the carriage.

"Cen Zhou." Su Qingan called lazily.

Cen Zhou got off his horse and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Help me." She stretched out her hand from the carriage, her fingers were delicate and beautiful, and she spoke slowly and calmly.

"..."

"You're not lame." Cen Zhou looked at her and recounted.

In the whole world, he was the first one who dared to talk to Su Qing'an like this.

"A secret guard should look like a secret guard. My order is from heaven."

A chuckle fell from the curtain, and the wind blew by, revealing her bright red lips.

"Besides, what you just bit..."

Before he finished speaking, his wrist was grabbed hard, and the cold temperature pressed against the skin of the wrist bone. Then the force tightened, and the whole person was staggered out, but he stood firmly on the ground.

Cen Zhou let go of her hand before she could react: "Let's go."

Su Qing'an rubbed her aching wrist, looking at the young man's expressionless and handsome face, she felt quite amused: "Be gentle next time."

At this moment, a silver-gray agile figure rushed directly towards her!

"Xiao Hui." She raised the corners of her lips without changing her expression and stroked its head with her fingers.

The howling of wolves echoed throughout the princess mansion.

This is a wolf, with silver-gray hair, fierce and thin limbs, and an aggressiveness unique to ferocious beasts. The pair of green wolf eyes exude a cold light, but it rubs its head against Su Qing'an's palm.

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"Have you eaten well today?"

"Ouch!"

"Don't mess around with Aunt Ruosu."

"Ouch!"

#Barrier-free communication

Even if the other servants of the Princess Mansion are used to seeing this scene, their legs are a little weak. After all, they are wolves!

Wolves cannot be tamed, who knows... whether they will suddenly bite human flesh and blood.

Su Qing'an pointed out: "It would be great if some people were as obedient as you."

Cen Zhou looked at the wolf from the side with confusion in his eyes.

Su Qing'an was only six years old when she picked it up. At that time, Xiao Hui was just a wolf-dog cub, dying, and she was just a wretch in the palace who was being bullied.

She spent a long time taming and raising it. Even so, she almost lost half her life in the process. The most dangerous time was probably when the whole arm was dripping with blood and the bones were visible.

Su Qing'an didn't even blink when she was six years old.

Some people are crazy at heart.

Logically speaking, Xiao Hui would be fierce when seeing outsiders, but now one person and one wolf stared at each other for thirty seconds.

Xiao Hui actually lay down at Cen Zhou’s feet!

This intimate look surprised Ruosu, and even Su Qing'an was a little surprised.

Cen Zhou grew up in a pack of wolves. It can be said that without the nurturing of wolves, he would not exist. He didn't feel anything. He leaned over, half-kneeling there, and put his cold and intimate fingers on Xiao Hui's head.

"Ouch!" Xiao Hui shouted happily.

The cry brought back the past deep in Cen Zhou's memory. He knelt down on one knee and hugged Xiao Hui, unable to let go for a long time.

"Princess." Ruosu looked at this scene hesitantly, and Cen Zhou's reaction broke her cognition. It was like a friend reunited after a long separation.

Stuttering when speaking: "He...how does he arrange it?"

The last ray of dusk's burning light fell on his shoulders and the hem of Su Qing'an's skirt.

The scene of Cen Zhou hugging Xiao Hui actually disgusted her, she was not as good as Xiao Hui!

No matter what, if he likes it, he will be bound to it.

Su Qing'an looked at him sideways: "From today on, he will be my personal secret guard. Naturally, he will live in the place closest to the dormitory."

Cen Zhou stood up, his eyelashes holding handfuls of tiny pieces of bright dusk, which still couldn't warm up to the cold. His dark hair and black clothes contrasted with the cold sword, and he still had the temperament of a loner, but he didn't refute.

Ruosu thought for a while, and it seemed that the things that the princess had been interested in since ancient times had not left her.

Xiao Hui is, so is Cen Zhou.

Ruosu still remembered that Su Qing'an had raised a beautiful and docile bird before, but later the bird escaped and ate food from other palaces.

Later, Ruosu saw the bird's body outside Su Qing'an's attic.

Being strangled to death.

Su Qing'an compassionately buried its body for it, like a Bodhisattva who saves the common people: "Poor little one, please find a good place in the next life."

However, she was the one who strangled it to death.

"Cen Zhou." Su Qing'an turned around and stood in front of the young man. He was much taller than her. She saw that he was about to raise his head. She raised her hand affectionately and sweetly and adjusted the young man's collar. "I'm looking forward to you."

performance.”

Her fingertips traced his neck. Cen Zhou looked at her indifferently and opened his thin lips lightly: "Is everything okay, princess?"

"No more." Su Qing'an knew very well that she couldn't push people too hard. She wanted to eat people like Cen Zhou bit by bit and make him her private property. "Tonight,

Have a sweet dream.”

The evening breeze took away the sweet but bitter medicinal fragrance from the woman's body.

She turned around and left, her thin and frail figure holding up a white dress, her shoulders covered with the splendor of the capital.

Cen Zhou went against her.

Xiao Hui looked left and right, shook his head, and finally staggered towards Cen Zhou's footsteps.

It has carved beams and painted pillars and a nine-curved corridor.

The peonies are in full bloom, in various shapes and forms, blooming with wealth and honor in the world.

Cen Zhou's hand touched the cold jade in his arms. Will the secret of his identity be related to the jade pendant he has carried since childhood?

Everyone said that this jade was not simple and definitely not vulgar.

So what about wealth, how can we have close relatives? A wave of disgust swept through my heart.

The sound of Xiao Hui's running followed closely behind him, and Cen Zhou slowed down.

Yangsheng Kexin was so tired that he didn't want to talk. He had never had a peaceful day since he came to this world.

"Dear host, I think we should have a heart-to-heart talk."

"I don't think we need to talk."

"It's necessary." Qi Lou said with a smile, "Since your operation, the blackening value of the mission target has directly changed from 53 to 75. Once you return to the pre-liberation period, don't you think you should say something?

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"oh."

Su Qing'an: "Very good."

"..."

Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to deal with me.

Qi Lou started to get angry: "It's only twenty-five points away, and he's going to be full!!"

"What will happen if it's full?" Su Qing'an asked abruptly.

Qi Lou fell silent and said after a while: "You'd better pray that that day doesn't happen."

Su Qing'an found it a bit difficult.

Nanning Prince's Mansion.

A carriage stopped at the side door, and then a slender figure stepped out, wearing a white veil.

"Princess Zhaoyi."

The Nanning Prince's Mansion was given by Emperor Liang more than ten years ago, and even the plaque was written by the emperor himself. It is not as luxurious and expensive as outsiders imagine, but it has a simple atmosphere everywhere.

The King of Nanning had been a soldier for half his life, and he had frugality engraved in his bones. Naturally, he was unwilling to be extravagant and wasteful. He always thought that spending money on the army would train more cavalry and provide meat for the soldiers.

He was extremely generous to the soldiers and stingy to his core. Unfortunately... in these years, he never went to the battlefield or went to a military camp again.

In the backyard of the palace, a man over fifty years old was sitting in a wheelchair. He was dressed in a blue shirt. He had a strong outline and straight back. He had a pair of sharp and bloody eagle eyes. He was looking at the visitor with a smile.
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