Su Qing'an shook her head and asked the same question twice three years later: "Do you still love me?"

He said: "Always love."

Even if I hate you, I will never let go.

I couldn't let go of anyone for three years, and I kept my widowed wife in my heart.

A youthful commitment is a lifetime commitment.

His firm voice fell with the wind. He looked directly at her, his eyes as cold as cold stars, his clothes were stained with blood and his eyes were burning. It was back to that time when the grass was growing and the orioles were flying, and the young man was running in the twists and turns of the princess mansion, full of sincerity.

Meet his special someone.

Su Qingan got her answer.

So what does it matter if Cen Zhou in his previous life loved her or not? He died because of her.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't know the cause and effect of his past life, she still remembers it, as long as one person between two people remembers it.

Most of the regrets in the world are commonplace. Su Qing'an is satisfied if she can get one or two points of luck.

This time.

He is innocent and she protects him.

"Then you marry me." Su Qing'an struggled to stand up amid the astonishment of the other party, hooked her arms around the general's neck, and smiled up at him. In such a cramped world, she was still wearing the clothes she came to marry him with.

The red wedding dress she prepared, the charm between her lips and teeth seemed like a love that had not broken up in the previous life.

The palm-sized face, the corners of the eyes and eyebrows are all miserable, the cold sweat is dripping along the pale forehead, and the soft lips are chapped and bloodless, which is heartbreaking.

But she is still honored as a princess and born to be arrogant.

The night outside was dark, but her smile was bright. She raised her hand and pinned the peach blossom hairpin that had been hidden on her body in her hair.

Even the broken cracks that have been repaired can shine brightly, like a touch of peach blossom against the blue silk and red clothes.

"Right here, let's worship!"

Cen Zhou didn't speak for a while, his eyes fell directly on the peach wood hairpin between the woman's black hair. Su Qing'an's body was covered with injuries, but the hairpin was well protected and not stained with any blood. The old scars were burned into his eyes.

, as bright as the bright moon.

To this day, Cen Zhou can still clearly recall the joy he felt when carving it, and the dust-covered despair when the wooden hairpin fell into the mire.

Why not wear it three years late?

Su Qing'an was in silence, her eyelashes fluttering: "If you don't want to, even if-"

"bye."

The hoarse voice slowly rolled out of his throat. He smiled, ran his fingers through the mahogany hairpin in her hair, and said word for word: "I was just thinking that the princess is extremely beautiful today."

Su Qing's mind trembled slightly.

The next moment, Cen Zhou grabbed her wrist with force, pushed her down on the old futon in front of the Buddha statue and knelt down: "Don't regret it."

"I won't break my promise, Jin Yuan."

"The target of the redemption mission has a blackening value of 60!"

The cold night was deep and heavy, and the mountains were desolate and desolate. The autumn flowers withered and fell from the branches. Two magpies stayed beside them, their dark eyes reflecting the desolate surroundings.

The temple, which had been neglected for many years, was filled with dust, and the window sash was blown by the wind and was in a state of decay.

The beams on the roof are still strong and solid, showing the long history of the building.

Temples that no one worships and no one believes in have long been forgotten in the past.

They knelt down on the futon devoutly, and got married in the coldest night, in the most dilapidated temple, but it was far better than the glory of Ten Miles of Red Makeup!

Who said that mahogany hairpins are not worthy of Fengguanxiapei?!

The red wedding dress was stained with blood left over from the battlefield. It trickled down from the sleeves and gathered into a small patch of blood on the ground. The scars were not healed and were in dilapidated condition.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

The two of them faced the Buddha statue and kowtowed three times in the dilapidated temple.

In a daze, the best man's sharp and joyful voice echoed, echoed...

There was the lively sound of suona in my ears, the beating of gongs and drums, and the wedding sedan floated across the entire Jian'an City in the sunshine. The girl was sitting in the sedan, and the general was riding a horse in front.

"Two thanks to Gaotang!"

The two faced the Buddha statue again and kowtowed three times.

The sedan chair finally stopped at General Dingbei's Mansion with a crowd of distinguished guests and friends. The lobby was filled with bright red and candlelight flickered, blurring everyone's faces. They bowed and kowtowed amidst the sound of blessings.

"Couple greetings!"

The sky and the earth are dark, and everything is silent.

The frost-white moonlight shines through the hole into this desolate temple, and the dust-covered Buddha statues seem to be lifelike.

Cen Zhou and Su Qing'an turned around and faced each other, with smiles in their eyes, ignoring the worldly disputes and where they were, and kowtowed three times.

Solemn and solemn.

At this moment, she was not a lofty princess, and he was not the famous General Dingbei.

They only had such a short time to be the most ordinary couple.

From now on, I will never long for a normal life.

When Su Qing'an kowtowed, she couldn't restrain her weak body and coughed several times. Her black hair slipped with her movements, her forehead rested on the ground and she straightened up again. She closed her eyes and thought in her heart.

Bodhisattva, if there really is a Bodhisattva in this world.

I beg you to open your eyes and see how talented he is and how righteous he is to repel ghosts and gods. You should take a good look at such a good person. You must wish him a good life, blow the wind of freedom, and walk the road of freedom.

, never let him fall into the quagmire and struggle in this world.

He is such a good person and cannot be as bad as me.

Su Qing'an did not believe in ghosts and gods. This was the only time in her life that she secretly begged Buddha to pray for her husband's peace.

Kowtow, kowtow again.

Cen Zhou's dark eyes reflected a blazing red color, which burned to the bottom of his heart. The things he had experienced over the years echoed before his eyes, and finally stopped on the woman's eyebrows.

Since I was young and holding the sword, my first wish in this life is that the mountains and rivers are safe, the country is peaceful and the people are safe. The second wish is to marry the one I love, and grow old together with the music of the harp and harp.

The yellow sand is thousands of miles away, and there is a narrow escape from death. Glory, glory and fame are all external things. The so-called pursuit is only the second one.

Now in the high hall of the old temple, I pray three times and kowtow nine times, praying to my princess to sit upright on the high platform and have success and happiness.

"The ceremony is completed——"

The wedding in Jian'an City is really lively and has become a legend. On the wedding night, the wedding candles were flickering. Su Qing'an was sitting in the wedding room, with her feet touching the red lotus. She was dressed in red and had bare hands. Under her brocade hijab, she had a reddish face.

He took off her hijab and they drank Hexin wine together under the candlelight.

In fact, the dilapidated Buddha on the high platform was the only witness to their wedding.

Mountain birds frighten the forest, smoke cages are caged in the cold water, and the moon cages the sand. Across the river, there are singers singing opera on the other side of the river, and their voices echo in the sky, like cuckoos weeping blood.

"I watched him build a red tower, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his tower collapse! I slept in this moss-green tile pile and watched the rise and fall of it for fifty years."

"The surname of Wuyi Lane is not Wang, the ghosts of Mochou Lake cry at night, and the owl roosts on the Phoenix Terrace. The dream of the ruined mountain is the most real. It is difficult to lose the old environment. If you don't believe this map change..."

On a cold moonlit night, on the bank of the river, in the temple.

"I'm marrying you, Cen Jinyuan."

She is Su Qing'an, the wife of the swordsman Cen Zhou.
Chapter completed!