The man seemed to pause for a moment, then stepped forward the next second, with a certain cedar fragrance remaining in the air.

Fresh and smells good.

Su Qing'an knelt with her back straight and resisted the urge to raise her head. Unconsciously, her nails dug into the white palms of her hands.

"You have just returned to Jian'an, how are you adapting to everything? The frontier is windy, sandy and bitterly cold. You have been fighting for three years. You have worked hard."

Two voices, one high and one low, fell in my ears.

The latter's voice was clearer and sharper.

"It's worth it to be a big beam."

The palace presents a sense of awe of the authority of an emperor, with magnificent lights and shadows above the head, making people unable to open their eyes.

Su Qing'an finally raised her head, and her eyes moved upward inch by inch along the distant figure over there.

The glimpses of light on the high platform, drunken dreams and lust for pleasure, are like a glorious illusion. Everyone is deeply involved in it, fighting for rights and blood. That person is there, standing there, pure and untainted.

mud.

When he spoke, he did not look at Emperor Liang, but met her eyes through the half-bright light and shadow.

The brow bones are deep and covered with frost.

That kind of look is full of depth and power.

Easily break through three years of time and heart!

Su Qing'an held her breath, and a smile slowly appeared on her lips.

It’s not like I didn’t think about how we would meet again many times beforehand, they were all in dreams.

Finally, on this day, it came unexpectedly.

Three years, more than a thousand days and nights, fate has never spared anyone.

In just two seconds of looking at each other, things have changed and people have changed.

Only the green mountains and your eyes will remain green when they meet.

The young man's eyes fell on Su Qing'an lightly and irresistibly, and then moved away indifferently, with an attitude no different from that of a stranger. His eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, and he walked higher step by step.

Emperor Liang followed Cen Jinyuan's gaze and looked at him. He turned his jade finger, his eyebrows were a little thoughtful, he slid the green jade pendant around his waist, patted his shoulder, sat on the dragon chair, and said: "Everyone."

Get up!"

As soon as the emperor's order came out, everyone stood up one after another, sat down properly, and the sound of silk and bamboo sounded again.

Emperor Liang said with a deep voice and a smile.

"Everyone can gather in the palace today and don't have to endure the days of war. Thanks to the soldiers who defend the country on the border, not to mention the contribution of the general!"

"Jin Yuan." Emperor Liang raised his hand and stared at his young features, "I respect you."

The encounter that was not an incident just now seemed to have no impact on him. Cen Zhou sat down, his posture was like a wandering cloud and a wild crane, Wei and Jin Dynasty, under the eyes of everyone, he raised his hand without any surprise and drank the wine in one gulp.

The words are clear: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your love."

"Too modest! Too modest!"

In one sentence, Emperor Liang introduced Cen Jinyuan's identity.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on that man, whose handsome face was tilted sideways, and the curve of his nose cast a tall, cold shadow.

There were looks in the eyes of shock, envy, fear, and each had their own thoughts.

Before Nie Chengye could say those green-faced fangs words, his face completely froze, and he looked at the young man sitting high up opposite him in disbelief.

It’s this face!

How could it be...

Nie Chengye turned his head in confusion and looked at Su Qing'an.

Su Qing'an didn't show any emotion on her face, she sat quietly with a warm smile on her lips.

At that moment, Nie Chengye felt exhausted that he could never change his fate.

The friend who was discussing with Nie Chengye just now became silent and did not dare to breathe loudly.

Nie Chengye felt uncomfortable, and Su Ziheng was naturally shocked. His face turned red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

"Qing, Qing, Qing Qing!"

"Pinch me..."

Gu Fei Bai took advantage of drinking to cough and his face turned red.

"No need to pinch, really."

"..."

The secret guard of Princess Zhaoyi's Mansion, in three years, became the feared Dingbei General in the capital?

Isn't this great! There are old feelings that can be won over to become one's own. Gu Fei was so happy that for less than a second, he thought of the rumors about the Princess Mansion back then.

No one dared to discuss it, but no one would forget that when it rained heavily, the man stood outside the house for three whole days and was eventually driven out of the house.

Gu Feibai fell silent.

If you don’t understand, just ask, can you still climb the high branches separated by the clouds?

#Hello, let’s be friends after breaking up.

"Hey..." Gu Feibai touched her very lightly.

Rather than worrying about whether Cen Jinyuan would still remember what happened back then and harbor a grudge in an attempt to retaliate against them, Gu Feibai was more worried about Su Qing'an.

"It's okay." Su Qing'an lowered her eyes and said, "I should have thought of it a long time ago."

Behind the screen that day, there was a vague feeling of familiarity, it should have been him.

Gu Feibai sighed: "Who would have thought of that."

Today is different from the past.

Cen Zhou, Cen Jinyuan.

Su Qing'an moved the corner of her lips, feeling sarcastic in her heart. What was he going to do when he came back? Just like in the previous life, he and Su Ziheng would kill her again.

That man rejected all clinging or fawning gestures, like the wisp of white on the snow-capped mountains, the cold light from the white blade, aloof and cold.

Except for the first two seconds, he never looked at her again.

She did not want him with her own hands.

The original swordsman Cen Zhou died three years ago, and now the one who returns is the Daliang God of War, Cen Jinyuan.

"Your Majesty Xun Bisi Khan pays homage to the Emperor of Liang!"

A rough voice sounded in the hall, and two men dressed in Mongolian clothes walked over quickly, one behind the other. The leader was about fifty years old. Even though his body was particularly strong, his face looked a bit older.

In this state, he paid the courtesy of the grassland to Emperor Liang.

"I wish Emperor Daliang a long life and good health!"

Emperor Liang said: "Get up! Are you still used to coming to the Central Plains?"

Xun Bisi Khan said respectfully: "There are many beautiful scenery in the Central Plains, which makes me forget to leave."

After some polite greetings, everyone knew the purpose of Xun Bisi Khan's coming to the Central Plains, and they had already had this intention. However, it was still unclear who the candidate for the marriage was.

Su Mohuan's eyes turned red due to excitement, and she clenched her hands...

All this should belong to her. No one can love Su Qing'an as long as Su Qing'an disappears forever.

Xun Bisihan's eyes slowly scanned the surroundings. The evil look in his eyes made countless noble ladies from aristocratic families avoid him. He felt uneasy and prayed in his heart. After all, who wants to marry an old man in his fifties?

You will never be able to return to Jian'an in your lifetime?

Finally, Xun Bisihan's eyes stopped on Su Qing'an, and he grinned.

The princess was dressed in white as snow, with cool eyebrows. Her understatement, with the unique arrogance of the Kyoto royal family, gave Xun Bisi Khan a great desire to conquer.

Before arriving, someone did hand over Su Qing'an's picture scroll. Xun Bisihan didn't care who was behind the scenes in the capital, but the person was in his heart.

So, he rubbed his fists twice and said: "Before I came to the Central Plains, I heard about the reputation of Princess Zhaoyi. Now that I see her, she is truly worthy of her reputation!"

Everyone present was slightly shocked.
Chapter completed!