Chapter 712 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 42

The snow is still falling outside the window, and a cold and long winter has enveloped Kyoto.

The overturned candles in the room, the torn clothes on the floor, the limp and hanging wrists, and the dried tears on the face were all proof of the absurdity.

In this snowy night, no one is clear.

…

At the junction of Daliang and the Western Wei Dynasty, the border area is bitterly cold, exposed to wind and sun.

Fortunately, victory is about to be achieved and he will be able to return to Beijing soon.

This time, Major General Nie Chengye made great contributions on the battlefield. The soldiers joked and told him that the emperor would definitely reward him well when he returned home.

"When the Major General returns, he will be getting married to Princess Zhaoyi soon! I heard that Princess Zhaoyi is the most beautiful woman in the capital——"

"What a blessing, Major General!"

The broad and stalwart figure listened to their words, with a stern profile. Upon hearing the words, his brows and eyes were dull, his smile faded, and he unconsciously rubbed the purse around his waist.

"Stop talking about this." Nie Chengye interrupted them and changed the subject, "What do you want to do after returning to Beijing?"

The group of people chatted until very late. Nie Chengye looked up at the moon on the border. When they mentioned Su Qing'an, what appeared in front of them was another extremely childish and soft face.

"Ah Huan, I don't know if you can make people worry less in the capital." Nie Chengye said helplessly.

Su Qing'an has a quiet temper, but Su Mohuan is the complete opposite. He is really afraid that something will happen if this little girl is not under his nose.

Nie Chengye always felt that he regarded Su Mohuan as his own sister.

Su Qing'an was very sensible and didn't need him to worry too much, but Su Mohuan, on the other hand, kept crying before leaving.

When Nie Chengye thought of this, his face changed slightly and he hit his head. Damn it, why did he think of Su Mohuan again!

That night, Nie Chengye thought a lot before falling asleep.

He had a dream.

In his dream, he was in a strange and familiar world. He was pushed by fate into his life, doing things he couldn't help but being manipulated in his dream, forcing him to fall in love with someone.

When he woke up from the dream, Nie Chengye broke into a cold sweat!

He realized belatedly...it seemed that this was not a dream.

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Kyoto.

The snow stopped the next morning, and the sky was not bright yet, so there was a semicircle moon in the sky, falling in the gray sky.

Thousands of ice ridges hang down from the eaves, and there are layers of snow on the pear branches.

The petals of the pure white pear blossoms were trembling, and the branches were bent by the weight of the snow, sliding down from them.

The sky is bright.

"Princess?" According to Su Qing'an's usual schedule, Ruosu stood respectfully outside the door and knocked on the door. Behind him were rows of exquisitely dressed palace ladies, holding trays in their hands with various expensive utensils on them.

There was no response in the room and it was quiet. Ruosu suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart: "The slave has come in."

She opened the door and her heart skipped a beat.

The house was empty, no one at all!

Xiyuan.

inside the house.

The ground was messy and littered with clothes, and the white skirt had been torn into tatters, the traces of a night of absurdity.

The winter sun was incandescent, shining in from the window, outlining the young man's cold and green eyebrows.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he impatiently raised his hands to block his eyes, trying to block the sun. However, there was still a flickering light slipping in through his fingers, which made people have to lift their heavy eyelids.

My vision blurred for two seconds, gradually converging into the shape of a roof, and there was still a certain smell lingering in the air.

Cen Zhou had a splitting headache. He supported his body with one hand. Just as he was about to sit up, he suddenly stiffened. Every inch of his sight, he saw the person lying next to him!

"Are you awake?" Su Qing'an was woken up by Cen Zhou when he woke up. The tip of her tongue hooked up her red and dry lips, and she raised her wrist casually, "Untie it, it's been tied up all night."

Her voice was distorted and she cried too hard.

Cen Zhou froze there, motionless. He was too frightened and forgot to react. His eyes slid from the woman's flushed face to her outstretched wrist. His hands were tied in a tight knot with a belt, and there were faint marks of strangulation.

Delicate fingers.

The soft quilt slid down a little with her movements, revealing clear shoulders, necks and collarbones, with deep and shallow residue, which made it easy to think of what kind of treatment this body had experienced.

At that moment, the tense string in Cen Zhou's mind suddenly broke, and he didn't even know how he asked this question.

"Why are you here?"

In a state of extreme shock and panic, his voice was terrifyingly cold, like an ice pick, straight and hoarse, pounding down every word!

Su Qing'an heard this and looked at his rare blank and gloomy face. She found it quite funny. She simply raised her head and looked up at him. Her body was involved in something due to the movement, which made her expression strange for a moment: "Why?

?Wake up and turn your face and don’t recognize anyone?”

The young man was still wearing the black clothes he wore last night, with his thin and cold body tied up. Except for the messy collar and the looming collarbone, there were no other changes.

At this moment, the eyelashes are black and long, and the sharp eyes with single eyelids are filled with various emotions.

"Do you need me to help you recall what you did last night?"

Su Qing settled down and lazily grabbed his hand. His fingers were slender but cold, and the bulging veins were clearly visible under the cold white skin. It was these beautiful and cold-blooded hands last night, calloused and hot.

The warmth touched her whole body.

Cen Zhou did not pull back his hand and looked at Su Qing'an.

"You were like this last night." Su Qing'an grabbed his cold hand and pressed it on her neck and collarbone, moving it down little by little. She looked at Cen Zhou and said with a half-smile, "Touch here first.

And this, and again..."

With a swish, Cen Zhou jerked his hand away.

He turned his eyes away, stared in the direction of the void, raised his hand and rubbed his temples. Everything overwhelming last night poured in like a tide, and a severe headache invaded his consciousness!

The more Cen Zhou thought about it, the uglier his face became, even more dazzling than the cold winter.

Su Qing'an looked at his expression and sneered.

Those who didn’t know better thought it was him who suffered a huge loss.

She got out of bed with bare feet and stepped on the cold ground. She reluctantly picked up the clothes on the ground and looked at them twice: "Get some of your clothes first."

Cen Zhou looked up at her.

Su Qing'an's heart was filled with anger at the look in his eyes. She threw the clothes on the young man expressionlessly and said coldly: "You tore it to pieces and can't wear it."

Cen Zhou frowned and took it, feeling vaguely hot to the touch, and even the places where his fingertips touched were burning. He lowered his eyes and saw the chaotic scene last night reappearing in front of his eyes.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on his clothes, then quickly loosened them. He stood up silently, found new clothes from the closet, and placed them in front of Su Qing'an.

He moved his thin lips, and after a long time he said in a cold voice: "I haven't worn it."

Su Qing'an took it, touched the ground with her toes, and straightened up. She still overestimated her body's ability to withstand it, and felt a dull pain, staggering to the point of kneeling on the ground.

A pair of slender and strong hands grabbed her arm in time and lifted her up.
Chapter completed!