Su Qingan sat in front of the window, watching the swallows teaching their chicks to fly, and listening to the chirping of orioles shaking the rain, feeling lazy and slow to think.

Sometimes she would sit for a whole day, her body posture was still, and suddenly she would see the flower shadows in the west building, and her sword energy would startle her three thousand miles away.

So she held her chin up and looked lazily at the figure of the young man dancing his sword under the tree in the distance, cutting down a tree of flowers and letting them drift with the light rain!

The man's back was lonely and indifferent, his clothes were bulging and the wind was blowing, his hair was flying through the air, his wrists were turning, he was sharp and ruthless, and his waist was exceptionally strong, thin and smooth.

"Cen Zhou!" Su Qing'an called with a smile, her voice clear and melodious, passing through the lush branches.

The young man turned around and could see her.

The half-opened window, the person inside, is leaning, the beauty is beautiful, the tears in the eyes are more beautiful than the prosperity.

Their eyes met through the rain curtain.

The young man's eyelashes fluttered slightly, his thin lips tightened, and he looked away in the next second, turning around and walking towards the west building.

"Cen Zhou."

"Cen Zhou."

The voice is gentle and soft, like the soft words spoken by Wu Nong in the south of the Yangtze River.

Su Qing'an would call him this every time Cen Zhou danced with his sword.

She was in a position where he could see her when he raised his eyes.

We get along with each other every day, and there is no way to avoid it.

Su Qing'an watched his figure disappear without being annoyed, still smiling and waiting for him to come out next time.

For the most part, he appears to be withdrawn and indifferent.

From turning a blind eye at the beginning, to blinking when hearing the sound, and then to making eye contact.

Maybe he was a little lenient towards her, but Su Qingan wanted far more than that.

She was greedy for the wild and wild spirit in him.

She wants to make it her own.

Su Qing'an was drunk several times, shaking the pomegranate tree, lighting up the lamp and laughing at the shadow of the sword. She was very drunk, and the young man was also very good at dancing with the sword.

At that time, all she could see was him.

Su Qing'an doesn't drink well, but Cen Zhou drinks well. He pours strong liquor straight down his throat and doesn't get drunk even after drinking a thousand cups.

She would often come to his side to drink and drink, and she couldn't stop him.

He is quite childish when he is drunk.

The glazed eyes were moist, stained with wine, and misty.

When she staggered closer to him, he would push her away, frown and whisper: "The princess is drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Her breath was very close, spraying on his neck, and her head was tilted into the deep hollow of the boy's neck. Her breath was hot, "Look if you don't believe me."

A small itching sensation appeared on the side of his neck. Cen Zhou avoided her rubbing his head and her approaching lips. He was unable to guard against it for a while, but later he became impatient and simply tied her hands behind her back with a harsh tone.

's: "You're drunk."

"Not drunk." She was unhappy.

"Drunk."

"No."

"have."

"...You're so annoying."

Annoyed, Cen Zhou pursed his lower lip and stopped talking.

Cen Zhou had a cold temperament and lived alone. He was never one to accommodate others. He helped the drunken and difficult person back to the palace, turned around and left quickly, fearing that he would be troubled by her again if he was too late.

He raised his hand and touched his ear. It was hot.

The young man frowned, wiped it hard twice, and let out a deep breath.

Come on... leave.

Cen Zhou was free in his life and had never hated anything. The only thing he hated was being involved with people from the royal family.

Su Qing'an used imperial power to suppress others.

It violated his biggest taboo.

The war was long and cruel, and the battle in the north continued, one after another.

The fire flows in the seventh month, and the clothes are given in the ninth month.

The green mountains in the distance are still silent and majestic, and birds and fish have different paths.

In previous years, there was rarely snow in Kyoto in winter, and even if it did, it would come very late. This year it was like a miracle.

Last night, the damp and cold temperature penetrated into the cracks of people's bones, so cold that people shivered all over. This morning, Su Qing'an opened the window, and the flying snowflakes roared into the room, bringing with it the unique chill of winter.

Su Qing'an was stunned for two seconds before she realized that winter was really coming.

"There is a banquet in the palace today. My father is celebrating his birthday. Please accompany me into the palace." Su Qing'an said.

Cen Zhou stood at the door and waited, but did not come in.

No matter what time it is, he always seems to be dressed in thin black clothes, supported by a straight figure. He is not afraid of the cold at all, and the skin of his wrists is cold white.

Su Qing'an asked the health pot about the progress of Cen Zhou's blackening value.

"75." Qi Lou chuckled, "You've worked for nothing, you haven't dropped a single point in half a year!"

Su Qing'an looked at Cen Zhou silently.

"What's wrong?" He noticed her gaze and asked.

Su Qingan sighed: "It's okay."

She spoke to Qi Lou with her consciousness: "...If I let him go now, will the blackening value directly become zero?"

"It's possible."

"Forget it."

"?"

Is it polite?

Since it was the emperor's birthday banquet, it was naturally grand and glorious. However, Emperor Liang advocated frugality, and when war was raging on the border, there was no extravagance and waste.

The emperor's princes and heirs are few and far between, and all the sons and daughters of the emperor are present at today's palace banquet.

Su Mohuan is the most lovable among them. She is lively, plump and not afraid of life. Even Emperor Liang is not afraid of her. Everyone likes to talk to her.

Among all the princes and princesses, except Su Qing'an, Su Mohuan has the best relationship with the prince. Su Ziheng is also more tolerant towards her. Others joke that after Su Ziheng ascends the throne, Su Mohuan will be the most favored sister. This still cannot stop Su Mohuan from being the most favored sister.

Stick to Su Qingan.

No, the little girl teased Su Ziheng for a few words, and when she saw Su Qingan, she rushed over again.

"Sister, this is..." Su Mohuan was stunned for two seconds when she saw the person standing behind Su Qingan.

"A secret guard." Su Qing'an said.

Cen Zhou remained silent from beginning to end, wearing half a mask, covering his chivalrous face, and his temperament was alien to others.

"Oh." Su Mohuan raised her head and looked into the boy's eyes, then looked away and smiled brightly, "Why is brother wearing a mask?"

Su Qing'an smiled: "I'm afraid I'll scare you."

Su Mohuan was having a fuss with Su Qing'an and did not continue the topic of Cen Zhou. She stayed in Su Qing'an's arms and refused to leave. She glanced at the young man's tall figure out of the corner of her eye.

There was more than one person secretly observing Cen Zhou, including the Crown Princess Zhang Shuliang!

Her and Su Ziheng's wedding was in early December, and now it's November. It can come so quickly. I wonder if Gu Feibai can make it back by then.

Su Qing'an thought it was possible, and it would definitely happen on that day.

At this moment, my sight is like a glow on my back.

Su Qing'an raised her eyes and smiled slightly at Zhang Shuliang.

Zhang Shuliang's teeth were chattering as she stared intently at Su Qing'an and the figure behind her.

Even if that person is silent and low-key, even if that person wears half a mask, even if he doesn't say a word.

Zhang Shuliang still recognized him at first sight!

Zhang Shuliang couldn't believe it when she heard about it before, until she saw Cen Zhou standing behind Su Qing'an with her own eyes.

Why?!

She looked at Su Zi's warm profile profile again, her eyes filled with tears and unwillingness.

She doesn't want...a big wedding.

Zhang Shuliang thought so, and tightened the medicine in her hand, determination flashed in her eyes.

In the middle of the palace banquet, Cen Zhou walked out alone.

Su Qing'an knew that he didn't like this kind of atmosphere, so she didn't force him to stay here. She whispered: "Come back soon."

"Um."
Chapter completed!