Chapter 700 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 30

When Zhang Shuliang heard the news about the Crown Princess, she shook her head with excitement: "I won't marry! I don't want to marry the Crown Prince!"

Prime Minister Zhang touched his beard: "Shu Liang, you must get married. You will be the queen in the future. Your words and deeds are all related to the Zhang family's face."

Zhang Shuliang burst into tears and choked up: "But I don't like the prince... I have someone I like..."

The Prime Minister's eyes suddenly turned cold: "As a daughter of a noble family, you have to bear the responsibilities of a daughter of a noble family. Why do you think the Zhang family raised you so big?"

When it comes to marriage, you can never control it yourself.

Royal power, wealth and honor, generation after generation.

Can't escape the prison.

Zhang Shuliang ran out in a hurry and was stopped by the guards: "I want to go find Cen Zhou! Don't stop me!"

The Prime Minister stood behind and couldn't see his expression clearly, so he ordered people to lock Zhang Shuliang in the room and release her after she figured it out.

"I like Cen Zhou..."

In the princess's mansion, the young man heard what Su Qing'an said and had no reaction. He turned sideways and asked her to get out. He was thin and tall, and every line of his body was extremely beautiful and sharp.

"Aren't you sad? She is going to marry someone else."

Cen Zhou finally looked at her and stated: "I have nothing to do with her."

Su Qingan made a sound and lowered her eyelashes.

No? Then why did you stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion?

She got on the carriage of Princess Zhaoyi's mansion, while Cen Zhou was riding a horse outside.

This was the first time he left the princess' mansion after arriving at it.

Su Qing'an handed him half of a silver mask and said softly to Wu Nong: "Put it on, I don't want others to see my things."

What does it mean to be a secret guard? You must not see the light of day all year round, no matter the day or night, respecting one person as the master and serving as one person's sword.

It is absolute surrender.

He never gave in to her.

Su Qingan stretched out her hand in mid-air and said in the quiet atmosphere: "Huh?"

The next second, the young man reached out and took it, put it on his face neatly without any hesitation, and asked her: "Is it okay?"

The silver-white cold and simple mask covered half of his clean and green face. The side profile hidden under the mask was lonely and cold, and the superior arc of the jaw extended to the neck and disappeared into the collarbone.

Those eyes became deeper and deeper, and even the high arc of the nose became mysterious.

Su Qing'an suddenly felt that giving him this mask seemed like a mistake, and she didn't say anything else.

The carriage drove until it reached a desolate place, which was the royal cemetery.

The woman got off the carriage.

She didn't wear any accessories today, and her three thousand black hair was only tied with a white hairband. The wind blew up her skirt, like an illusory and grand, lonely but gorgeous butterfly that was about to spread its wings and fly away.

world.

Su Qing'an walked in step by step, heading towards the most remote and desolate place.

The wind is a bit cool.

An unloved concubine cannot be buried in a good place, so it is a blessing that she was not thrown into a mass grave.

Su Qing'an would rather scatter her ashes into the seabed after death than be buried in the cold imperial mausoleum!

It's clearly May and it's very cool here.

Su Qing put on the incense and said abruptly: "This is my mother-in-law."

She looks the same as usual, but not quite the same.

It's difficult for ordinary people to feel those subtle changes.

Cen Zhou stood behind her, like a shadow. He raised his eyes when he heard the words, but he was not very good at comforting people and didn't know what to say at this moment: "My condolences."

"You don't need to comfort her. She seems to be lacking love. I'm just here to see her."

Today is the anniversary of her mother’s death. Every year at this time, Su Qing’an prepares her mother’s favorite dishes and fruits to commemorate her.

The tombstone is empty, and few people remember her.

The little daughter she gave birth to was still acting coquettishly and spoiled by the queen who put her to death.

Su Qing'an bent down, put her face close to the tombstone, and said softly: "Mom, my daughter still has a lot of things to do. I'll see you next year...Mom, I hope it can bring good news."

The princess can only call the queen mother, but the mother cannot be called mother. She must be called mother concubine.

"The queen is still poisoned in the palace and has not yet awakened. Princess Zhaoyi still has the leisure to come here and call someone her mother. She is really filial!"

Su Ziheng stood there at some point, staring at Su Qing'an, suppressing the hatred in his eyes, and his face was warm and cold.

When Su Qing'an saw him, she slowly straightened up, feeling extremely oppressive.

Old and new grudges make two people with half the same blood flowing in their bones, either you die or I live.

"Today is the death anniversary of my mother-in-law. I came to visit her. Which of the prince's taboos have I violated?"

The cold voice blew away in the desolate wind of the cemetery.

Echoes echoed.

"Oh, I really almost forgot." Su Ziheng reacted, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

In an empty place like the cemetery, Su Ziheng didn't care about the prince's dignity at all.

Haunted by contempt in his bones, he took three steps and two steps at a time and rushed directly in front of Su Qing'an. His face looked ferocious because of his anger. He was completely unable to contain his calmness and spoke sarcastically.

"The life of a slave is worthy of worship?!" the prince sneered, looking aloof. Su Ziheng had always been influenced by his mother, and his understanding was exactly the same as that of his mother.

Su Qing'an suddenly paused, with a heavy gloom in her glazed eyes.

"I think she died because of you - Su Qing'an, you not only killed your own mother! You also wanted to kill Gu's uncle! Gu's mother! Now you still have the nerve to worship -

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Angry at Su Qing'an's eloquent and eloquent speeches in the court on weekdays, in this deserted place where there are no people, Su Ziheng speaks without hesitation.

The sharp sword edge swept across the throat.

A strand of hair was shaved off.

Su Ziheng froze.

"Prince, be careful what you say!"

The man holding the sword was a young man standing next to Su Qing'an. He was dressed in black and wore a mask, which could not conceal his bloody murderous aura.

Su Ziheng felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

He slowly took half a step back, his throat rolled, and he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "The beast around you dares to attack Gu - believe it or not, Gu will kill him!"

When Su Qing'an saw Cen Zhou take action at first, she was stunned for a moment: "Brother, you can see whether you are faster with your orders or with my sword."

Cen Zhou pointed the tip of his sword at Su Ziheng indifferently and impatiently. He knew that the other person was a noble man from Tianhuang, but he showed no mercy. His hair was shaved like mud.

Su Qing'an could feel that he was vaguely tired of this kind of argument, and he didn't leave because of her. She smiled and said, "Brother, the emperor, came here so early to pray for the mother and queen. Is it too hasty?

I think it will take some time."

How dare she curse the queen!

"Su Qing'an! Your mother died early. Don't think that Gu's mother is like you. I think you are also destined to die early."

Su Qing'an hesitated: "I forgot, the emperor sister also wants to congratulate you for marrying the one you love. I hope my mother can see you on the day of your wedding. She will be very happy."

Su Ziheng's eyes were on fire.

Zhang Shuliang had a bad attitude towards their marriage and simply scorned them.

It’s not like Su Qingan didn’t know!
Chapter completed!