Su Qing'an was slightly startled, having never expected Cen Zhou's behavior.

The warmth under my fingertips was delicate and felt after three years.

"Princess." He rubbed her chin with his fingertips and used a third of his strength. Cen Zhou leaned over to look at her very calmly. The distance was so close that it was like an ambiguous relationship between lovers, and his tone of voice was frightening.

, every time I lower my voice and spit it out, it makes people tremble.

he said.

"I have now grown up to the point where I can keep pace with you. If you are not happy for me, why are you scared?"

Hit by the April wind, the words were clear and no longer as broken as when I choked and asked her.

He should be respectful to you every time he speaks, but his words and deeds clearly show no respect at all.

The last four words were spat out after a slight pause, but I couldn't figure them out.

His chin was held by him, so Su Qingan was forced to raise her face, exposing the slender and fragile arc of her neck, which hit his eyes. Her vision was blurred for a moment, and she couldn't tell who he was. Her throat felt astringent, and she felt it was funny.

, and felt frightened, unable to avoid it.

The place Cen Zhou pinched with his fingers trembled as if it was on fire. Any touch he made could be the reason for a resurgence.

The overwhelming love that I had felt every night could be forgotten in my heart, but not in my body. It was like an instinct left in my bones. Once he stretched out his hand, he would still react.

"What are you afraid of?" Su Qing'an asked back, taking another step closer in the undercurrent of the game. The distance was like the end of the world, and her face, as gentle as mutton-fat jade, showed an affectionate and frail beauty.

"You should ask yourself."

Afraid of the knife made for her.

In the end, it became a sharp weapon to stab her.

Cen Jinyuan was personally trained by Su Qingan.

"Can you control me?"

"Princess, wait for me to marry you."

"It's just you?" Su Qing'an expected that he hated her so he would come up with such a way to retaliate against her. Her red lips parted slightly, and her bright smile was full of malice, "If I want to marry, I will also marry a noble man! You are just a wanderer.

"If you have no father or mother, even if you gain fame, what does it matter?"

She suits well in a white dress.

The compassion is moving and extremely noble.

No one can see her cruel heart.

"Weak ministers are nothing." Cen Zhou smiled, his face not irritated at all, and forcefully broke her face. His eyes were locked on Su Qing'an's eyebrows, and he came over the bones and bones. He was always upright and never gave up.

"It's just that the princess can only be mine for the rest of her life."

The temperature of the sun falling on people is warm, and all things are happy. The branches grow towards the sky, and strive to bloom spring flowers.

I just wonder if my luck is good this year. Will I still be able to pick sweet pomegranates?

I'm afraid it won't be the same as before.

"Qingqing! Qingqing!"

In the Princess Mansion, the sun was shining brightly in the afternoon. Gu Feibai walked around Su Qingan, "What should I do?! Didn't you guys understand clearly at the beginning? Why are we so disconnected? We can't get married. You really want to marry General Dingbei.

Mansion, what should we do next?”

Su Qing'an had a headache due to her quarrel, so she pressed her eyebrows: "I want to be quiet."

"Oh." Gu Feibai asked, "Which little lover of yours is Jingjing?"

"..."

This matter really bothered Su Qing and she felt uneasy. However, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. Even if there is no road, she must use a knife to cut one.

"Prepare the car and go to the western suburbs." Su Qing'an told Ruosu.

Ruosu thought for a moment: "There is Ganmei Temple on the mountain in the western suburbs. Princess wants to pray?"

There is not only Ganmei Temple in the mountains in the western suburbs, but also peach blossoms all over the mountains and plains. That is where they met.

Su Qing'an never believed this, and her eyes were indifferent: "Okay, let's take a look." Rather than being trapped in a small area, it would be better to look at the landscape painting.

If Su Qing'an had known the price of this distraction in advance, she probably would not have gone to the western suburbs. Unfortunately, the prophet does not belong to the category of human beings, and she cannot account for the past and the present.

"Should I go with you?" Gu Feibai asked.

"No need, I'll go around alone." Su Qingan likes to be alone.

It's the end of April.

The peach blossoms are in bloom, and they are competing to bloom in their final flowering period.

On the mountains in the western suburbs, peach blossoms fell into the red dust and ground into the soil.

The princess's carriage was traveling in the mountains. Su Qing'an reached out to catch a handful of lights, the petals lingered on her fingertips, and said to Ruosu with a smile: "The peach blossoms bloomed well this year, but unfortunately they will eventually wither."

"Princess..." Ruosu's face turned pale.

Su Qingan's smile stopped long ago when she saw a figure in the distance.

He was riding a horse, his figure was as jade as pine and cypress, and his face was blurred by the halo.

To this day, their identities are completely reversed.

The peach blossoms fell from the snow-white sleeves and floated into the distance.

At the last glance, Su Qingan fell into his arms.

"Princess Zhaoyi," he said, "Long time no see."

When the young man was about to leave in the western suburbs, the princess blocked his way. She was aloof and arrogant and said to him: "Cen Zhou, long time no see."

"Three years apart, I dare not forget even one day."

…

And over there, Shisan followed Zhu Ergou twice, but had to turn back halfway because the mountain was heavily guarded!

This made Thirteen more and more confused, and he had some premonition in his heart. Until this time, he tried his best to follow it.

The road became more and more desolate, and when we reached the outskirts, there was a wooden house on the mountain.

Thirteen was filled with surprise and uncertainty. He lay in front of the window and his pupils tightened when he saw the people inside.

The sky was dark and no one's face was visible.

Prince Su Ziheng and Zhang Song, the legitimate son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, were talking to each other. Zhu Ergou nodded and bowed to them.

"It's been three years. I can't wait any longer. I want to kill Gu Feibai and Su Qing'an to avenge my father!"

"This matter cannot be rushed. I saved you in the first place just so that my uncle could have a bloodline to live..."

Thirteen's brain went blank due to extreme fear.

Hiding a criminal secretly is a serious crime punishable by beheading!

There was a "click" sound.

The dead wood branches underfoot were broken.

The people in the room instantly saw it——

Thirteen's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around and ran away.

"Stop!" Zhang Song rushed out of the door and blocked Thirteen's way with his sword.

"It's him!" Zhu Ergou exclaimed, "Isn't this... the beggar from back then? Su Qing'an's lackey! The prince! We must not let him go easily!"

…

Su Qing'an opened her eyes again, her vision was blurry, and she saw a bloody red glow with a strange red light, shaking and flying.

His eyes gradually focused, and it turned out that the blood-like red was actually the elegant and luxurious layers of red bed curtains!

The wind was blowing, the sun was shining brightly, the ears were deathly empty, and the silence was like another world.

strangeness.

This was Su Qingan's first feeling.

She had a splitting headache and couldn't remember what she was going to do. She straightened up subconsciously, only to find that her whole body couldn't exert any strength and was extremely weak.

The broad, snow-white sleeves hung feebly along the wrists, and three thousand black hairs were scattered messily behind her. The beauty's face was pale but beautiful, helpless, and reflected in the bright red.
Chapter completed!