Chapter 674 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 4

"Little Jasmine."

"Sister, let me give you a gift."

Su Mohuan didn't understand at the time. Later, in this fight with no way out, with the help of Su Ziheng, she took a bow and shot an arrow with her own hands, aiming at Su Qing'an's heart and killing the sister who had raised her since she was a child!

"If you don't fight with me, I don't want to kill you..." Su Mohuan pouted and muttered.

Su Ziheng was busy comforting Su Mohuan.

"It's not a pity for a female prostitute who wants to fight for the throne to die a hundred times! Ah Huan has a good heart, but there is no need to feel sorry for this kind of person. She deceives you in every possible way to guard you, so why do you care about the friendship between sisters?"

"The blood scares Huanhuan, don't look anymore."

No one knew what Su Qingan's gift was.

The white fungus soup Su Mohuan consumed this morning was poisoned, and only Su Qing'an had the antidote.

She lives, she lives!

She died and she was buried!

Little fool.

How can my sister feel safe leaving you alone in this murderous palace?

You were raised by me and you deserve to be buried in my honor.

The light incense burned quietly in the inner hall, and the candles occasionally made crackling sounds. Su Qing'an listened to the sound of rain outside, and her heart beat violently, which was proof that she was still alive.

She seemed to hear the sound of her blood boiling due to morbid excitement, and her fingertips slowly touched her heart.

The pain of being pierced by the sharp blade still existed, reminding her clearly of all this.

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The weak eats the strong.

Su Qing'an doesn't hate anyone, but this time, she still wants the supreme position!

No matter whether her hands are stained with blood or her bones are white, Su Qing'an has been longing for what she wants all her life, and she will not give in.

The rain was still falling, and a bit of chill came in. The light in the hall was dim and dim, just like the texture of old scrolls, making people feel a bit hazy.

Su Qing'an couldn't help coughing lowly. It was obviously a warm day in March, but she was still wearing the thick winter fox fur cloak, which couldn't hide her pale complexion. When she coughed heavily, she would also

Blood.

"Princess, take a sip of white fungus and snow pear soup to moisten your throat." Ruosu said worriedly. He wanted to pat her shoulder, but put it down. The other party always didn't like others to touch her, "This rain has made your body feel uncomfortable again."

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These are all the root causes of Su Qing'an's illness when she was young. Her biological mother died early, and the two sisters were alone in the palace and suffered all kinds of bullying. It was Su Qing'an who brought Su Mohuan through it.

Being beaten and insulted was commonplace. She was only three years older than Su Mohuan, but she used her weak and frail body to protect Su Mohuan's innocent heart!

When those punches and kicks fell on Su Qing'an, Su Mohuan would be well hidden by her, and no trace of dirt would be seen.

Su Qing'an is Su Mohuan's savior.

Isn't it possible that Su Mohuan is the reason why Su Qing'an persisted in the darkness for many years?

"It's okay." Su Qing'an bent her eyes, and with rare purity, she put her cold side face into Ruosu's hand regardless of etiquette, and called her: "Susu, I'm happy."

"The princess wants to call herself this palace." Ruosu said helplessly, her heart softening.

Ignoring etiquette is something only Su Mohuan can do. Su Qing'an has never made any mistakes since she can remember, but Ruosu vaguely remembers that when she was younger, Su Qing'an was also a child who knew how to hug people.

baby.

It's just that I had to protect another person later and was forced to grow up.

"Allow me to be willful for a while." She rubbed the back of Ruosu's hand and couldn't help but touch his face.

It's great that the person she loves is still alive.

Ruosu chuckled: "Fortunately, Ah Huan is lively and relies on you the most. He has managed to survive all these years."

Su Qing'an squinted her eyes, expecting that their relationship was still very good at this time: "Little Jasmine..."

The voice was hoarse after coughing, and the quality of the voice was as gentle as the waves of the deep sea. It surrounded people airtightly and made them indulge in it. The face looked extremely beautiful under the dim candlelight.

People all over the world say that the Ninth Princess is the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva. She has a face that looks like a fairy, and her smile looks like a god.

But few people know what kind of sinister, deviant and shocking intentions are hidden under this beautiful body.

"Princess... hello?" the health pot rushed directly!

The other party is a pure ancient person, I wonder if he will be scared to death.

Unexpectedly, the other party just stared at him quietly, accepted all this, and quickly learned to communicate with her using his mind, asking in a non-trivial manner: "When I went back to the past, was it you who did anything?"

That look of pressure made Qi Lou almost kneel down. He puffed up his chest proudly: "Yes, I helped you!"

This was someone who almost became the Empress of the Ages. Qi Lou did not dare to look down upon her.

"I help you live a new life, hoping that you can live well, cherish the present, and be a salted fish. Well, it is best to maintain a healthy life and stop fighting. If your life is gone, you will have nothing. There is no life in lying flat.

Does it smell good?"

Su Qingan whispered: "If you don't fight, you will die."

Some people can do without fighting, while some people have no choice since birth.

Qi Lou: "..."

#healthyenmiserablewaterloo

"Then let's talk about the second thing first. I'm going to do you a favor, and you also need to do me a favor -"

"Redeem Cen Zhou and eliminate Cen Zhou's blackening value." Qi Lou friendly reminded, "Cen Zhou's current blackening value is 73. Once it reaches the full value, some strange chemical reactions will occur~"

Suddenly hearing this name, Su Qing'an's fingertips paused slightly, and a rare wave of emotion rose in her eyes, but it passed quickly: "What if I don't?"

"You can be reborn because of Cen Zhou. Your lives are together, life and death." Qi Lou said seriously, "Once Cen Zhou dies, you will die too."

There are too many destined causes and effects in this fate, and fate again and again, we will finally meet again!

What Su Qingan cares about is not the existence of Qi Lou, but the word Cen Zhou.

Yes.

This year is the thirty-second year of Yonglin. Su Ziheng was canonized as the crown prince a year ago, and the queen is firmly seated as the master of the central palace. Now it is the time when the Prime Minister's Mansion is proud of its glory, and all the forces in the court are still dormant. Su Mohuan is still the innocent little girl.

Princess.

She and Cen Zhou must have known each other not long ago.

Su Qing'an suddenly raised her eyes and looked out the window. She couldn't see the shadow clearly through the window, but could vaguely see the outline of a half-kneeling figure in the courtyard.

She opened the window with all her strength, and all the rainwater swept in. Ruosu's urgent stop was very close at hand!

On this spring night of the thirty-second year, the wind and rain were swaying, and the petals of the peach blossoms in the courtyard were knocked off. The remaining flowers bloomed on the branches and were filled with lonely people.

She met Cen Zhou again.

Who would envy me that I was seventeen at that time, and that one sword frost chilled fourteen states.

The young swordsman, with a three-foot green sword, fought in the world and became famous all over the world. He is a legend in the minds of many people.

What a pity that such a person fell into her hands.

What Su Qing'an is best at - never saving people.

The man was half-kneeling on one knee in the middle of the courtyard. The wind and rain were still falling violently on him. His back was not bent at all. He was silent and cold. From a distance, he looked like a wild wolf who was on the verge of death but still aloof.

He was dressed in black, except for his cold white skin. Raindrops dripped along the profile of his face, leaving mottled wet marks on his inhuman facial features and extending to his neck. He should be in a state of embarrassment.

The maid passing by came and went in a hurry, not daring to take another look at him. At this moment, those eyes looked at the figure by the window without any warning!
Chapter completed!