Chapter 730 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 60

"come over."

Su Qingan waited for several seconds before suppressing the sudden memory fragments. She was now extremely convinced that she had forgotten something about her past life, and the key to unlocking all this might be Su Mohuan, maybe Cen Zhou, maybe

It's the event on the day of death.

She suddenly became interested and waved to Su Mohuan, just like she greeted kittens and puppies. Her tone became even sweeter under the severe stimulation: "Sister, I will teach you archery."

"Really? Sister, you must be better at archery than the prince brother!"

Su Qing'an did not respond. She stood behind Su Mohuan, hugged her, put her fingers on her hand, and helped her draw the bowstring. Her movements were meticulous, like the warmest instructions from a parent, with a faint sense of authority.

It’s hard to say, but it’s just chilling.

Su Mohuan looked at the distant target in front of her, but her attention was focused on the person behind her.

"Concentrate." Su Qing'an said, "Keep your sights on the target."

Her fingertips pressed hard on her hand.

He even held his breath.

Su Qingan looked at the archery target in the distance, and there were many things in her eyes.

The cold sword pierced the air——

Hit the target!

"Have you learned it? Little Jasmine."

Su Mohuan stared at the scene in the distance: "I've learned it. It's great to learn archery!"

If possible, she would let the prince brother and the queen see her archery skills.

"Sister, when the crown prince ascends the throne in the future, we can leave Kyoto and there will be many better things, right?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I want to be with my sister forever." Su Mohuan said in a melancholy tone, "My sister is responsible for what happened to the prince's brother, right... Brother Huang has been very sad recently, Prime Minister Zhang is dead, and the queen... is coming soon, enough is enough.

Sister, if you go down further, you won’t be able to hold back. Isn’t it good for us to be like before?”

Su Mohuan really wanted to go back to the past, surrounded by her mother, and look at all the Jian'an flowers with her brother and the prince.

Su Qing'an told her: "Ah Huan is wrong. Life and death are determined by fate. This is their fate."

"Does my sister want to be the emperor?"

Su Mohuan asked next, as if she didn't realize what she said was treasonous, and then asked, "Sister, do you want to replace the prince brother?"

She was dressed very thickly today, her skin was as white as snow, and her lips were as red as roses. She looked like the most exquisite doll sewn by craftsmen.

Those eyes were like two black crystal beads inlaid in the eye sockets.

Cen Zhou noticed something was wrong with Su Qing'an and frowned: "Su Qing'an?"

Their voices were far away yet very close, ethereal and insubstantial.

April of this year is the same as the April of the year when I died in the palace.

The traces of thousands of arrows piercing the heart began to hurt again, invading every inch of bone marrow. Su Qingan saw not only the color of blood in the forgotten memory, but also——

Cen Zhou!

Silent confrontation filled the air.

"Little fool." Su Qing'an seemed not to have heard Cen Zhou's words, and patted Su Mohuan's face with a cold arrow calmly and elegantly. Her tone was weird and doting, and half of her face was like an immortal in the sky, "You just

Just listen to your sister."

What she wants is not a sister, but a doll.

The moment she turned around, the smile on Su Qingan's face completely disappeared.

Cen Zhouyou took her hand.

Su Qing'an couldn't look at his face, she just patted the young man's hand.

Su Mohuan stood there, looking at Su Qing'an's back as she left: "Brother Cen Zhou, I seem to have made my sister angry."

"I don't have a sister." His voice was as cold as ice, and he turned and left without even looking at Su Mohuan.

Su Mohuan gave an unclear smile and shouted: "If sister is willing to give you to me that night, then you are mine!"

After getting together with Cen Zhou, Su Qing'an didn't think about the events of her previous life for a long time.

It's been so long... that faded memory is like a dream.

Like a mirage on the horizon, it keeps changing.

What I remember is the day she died.

The palace was littered with corpses and bones, and blood flowed into rivers.

She was dressed in white, and her body was pierced by sharp arrows, stained with blood, and the pain of thousands of arrows piercing her heart shattered her internal organs.

At the end, Su Qingan saw a face that she could never let go of!

He holds an arrow in his hand.

The face was spattered with blood, and the eyebrows were engraved in Su Qing'an's bones that she would never forget. Ling's narrow eyes were fixed on looking at her, without any emotion at all.

Su Mohuan stood with him.

Next to him is Su Ziheng.

The picture went from blurry to clear, so clear that every detail could be seen.

It was so true that Su Qingan couldn't even find any reason to deny it to prove that all of this was false.

A suffocating feeling gripped her throat. She seemed confused in her dream and wanted to ask him why.

Cen Zhou moved his thin lips, as if he said something.

Su Qingan couldn't hear clearly.

The sharp blade pierced the heart!

It hurts.

It has never hurt so much.

The person in front of me kept blurring and retreating, his figure became more and more ethereal, and I couldn't catch him no matter how hard I tried.

Su Qing'an watched him disappear.

The world turned into darkness.

Only the pain in her heart reminded her that she was still alive.

Is it because the muscles and bones are too damaged, everything is suppressed deep in the heart, and you don’t want to be mentioned or unblocked?

The moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round. Today is the fifteenth day. It is the last night of the year. It is a bright and bright half-circle in the night sky.

The night was dark, and the dancing candle flames made a snapping sound and were completely extinguished.

Su Qing'an sat expressionless for a long time, with her black hair draped behind her. Her face was pale and fragile, and her face was uncertain.

"It turns out that this is what I forgot..."

As she said, a nagging and heart-wrenching stabbing pain always disturbed her dreams in the middle of the night.

Su Qing'an laughed softly, but the mole at the corner of her eye was still thin and cold, and looked like a tear stain.

"Is it true?"

She spoke in the dead of night, her fingertips touching her beating heart, word after word.

"I will protect you and keep you safe forever."

The words from the day before yesterday rang softly in my ears.

"Cen Zhou."

Who will answer her.

No one answered.

Su Qingan urgently needs an answer.

But she knew that this answer could only be given by herself.

The moon outside the window seemed to have fallen from the sky, hidden behind layers of clouds.

This rain fell in my heart, pattering, and covered with weeds.

Su Qingan thought.

Maybe it's a cloudy day.

It's going to rain.

So we won't be able to see the moon tomorrow.

That same night, the young man bent his knees and sat casually by the window of Xiyuan, lowering his eyes and carefully carving the mahogany hairpin in his hand.

The hand that is accustomed to holding a sword now picks up a hairpin belonging to a woman, feeling unfamiliar and green.

The sawdust pierced the pulp of his finger, and a few drops of blood emerged. He wiped it without paying attention, and his cold and hard eyebrows became softer under the clear moonlight.

There is also a sincere magnanimity in his eyes.

he thought.

He could now clearly tell Su Qing'an the answers he couldn't give before.

He wanted to tell her personally tomorrow.
Chapter completed!