Chapter 682 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 12

"Ruosu."

"My slave is here."

"Let him go!"

These three words were squeezed out by Su Qingan one by one.

The moment I said it, the tight strings in my mind seemed to relax, and everything became calm.

From then on, he was still the young swordsman who conquered the Nine Provinces with one sword, and she was Princess Zhaoyi in Jian'an City.

Completely different, another gear of destiny.

Ruosu was surprised and swallowed his doubts.

Su Qing'an has never been a person who softens her heart because of the suffering of others, so why did she suddenly change her decision to let Cen Zhou go?

Ruosu couldn't think, walked out of the inner hall, walked up to Cen Zhou, and whispered.

"The princess agreed to your request."

Cen Zhou raised his head, raindrops rolled down his eyelashes, and his eyes were extremely dark.

Ruosu was slightly startled and took half a step back.

How to describe those eyes, like a boy who grew up among wolves.

Cen Zhou withdrew his gaze, picked up the sword at his side, and stood up slowly. It was windy and rainy, and he had knelt for too long. His whole body was stiff, his bones made clicking sounds with his movements, and even his head felt dizzy.

The temperature of the body cannot be distinguished from hot or cold.

He stumbled a step, breathing heavily.

Just as Ruosu was about to reach out to help, the young man supported his sword on the ground, stood firm, avoided her hand, and said in a hoarse, jerky voice, "No need."

A defensive stance.

The back is straight like a straight line.

The scabbard pressed heavily against the ground, and the fingers holding the sword were slender and white.

Cen Zhou only gave himself two seconds to breathe, turned around and walked out without stopping. His steps were unsteady and his back was blurred by the rain. He did not belong to this world.

"etc--"

A soft voice sounded from behind, like a string.

Cen Zhou's back paused.

"Stay overnight in the west wing tonight and leave tomorrow after the rain stops." Su Qing'an held an umbrella and stood under the eaves, looking at the young man's back.

"I can leave now." Cen Zhou didn't look back, his Adam's apple rolled, and he vomited a plain refusal.

"Okay." Su Qing smiled, "You step out of the princess's mansion today and stay in the mansion as a secret guard tomorrow."

Su Qing'an is very good at threatening people.

It's late at night.

The agarwood in the inner hall smells delicious, rising from the incense burner surrounded by green branches and flowers.

At this moment, at this time, Su Qing'an, who should be sleeping peacefully, is sitting on the bedside with a gloomy face and a thin coat, with a stern look in her glass eyes: "Will you die if you don't speak?"

The health pot conjured up a loudspeaker from somewhere similar to the one used by the aunt at the vegetable market. It emitted a bright green light in the dark night and shouted sonorously:

"I love you so I can visit you alone!"

"Love the way you take care of me."

"Loving you is too high a fever."

"I don't want to cry!"

"..."

Qi Lou guessed that if Su Qing'an were a modern person, he would definitely want to scold the quintessence of the nation now, but the other party was an out-and-out ancient person, and now he would probably want to drag him out and behead him.

His singing voice is exciting and high-pitched.

"Do you want to go? Is it worthy? This lonely night!"

"Fight? Fight! With the greatest love!"

"Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes!!"

Su Qing'an: "..."

I thank you.

"Creak-" is the sound of the door being pushed open.

Faint shadows fell on the ground.

Then the door was closed, blocking out the wind and rain outside.

This is the west wing of the princess's house, which is occupied by Cen Zhou. There are no candles in the room, so it is very dark.

Su Qing'an stood at the door. She came out at night and walked in a hurry. She didn't wear a big cloak. She only wore a thin middle coat. The hem of her skirt was a little wet. Her three thousand black hair was spread behind her, with a few strands sticking to her fair skin.

Stained with tide.

She held an umbrella and glanced around in the darkness, finally settling in the direction of the bed and walking over slowly, like a cat walking without making the slightest sound.

Su Qing'an didn't want to listen to a teapot passionately singing an unknown song all night, let alone be tortured all night. On the other hand, she also wanted to know why her body rejected him so much.

Qi Lou sang so enthusiastically that his whole body was glowing, and he whispered in Su Qing'an's ear.

"I've checked it all, and the standard method of opening the Redemption Document is that you step forward gently, give him a cold compress and give him medicine, preferably by mouth! In order to avoid misunderstandings, just stay here all night, and never let anyone else take his place.

Thanks to your efforts, he will fall in love with you the next day. The current blackening value is 80, and he will definitely lose all of it!!"

"Ah." Su Qing'an, "so naive."

Su Qingan stopped at the head of the bed, standing in the shadows and looking at the figure on the bed, her eyes dark and hard to distinguish.

The young man slept as straightly as if he had measured it with a ruler, and he still held the sword in his arms.

Su Qing'an bent down and used her hands to detect his body temperature.

Before his fingertips could even touch the opponent's forehead, his wrist was suddenly clasped with a force that could crush bones!

Immediately afterwards, her whole body staggered, her vision was spinning, the umbrella she was holding fell to the ground, and she rolled out several times. Su Qingan let out a low groan, and was pressed on the bed, with a cold sword pressed against her neck.

!

oh.

This is really a great gift.

Qi Lou was also dumbfounded.

Cen Xiaozhou, sometimes being too vigilant is not a good thing, you lose your gentleness!

The bed curtains shook with violent movements, and the dark gray gauze curtains spread out, vaguely reflecting the two people on the bed in ambiguous postures.

"Princess, what are you doing here?" Cen Zhou pressed her against the bed. When he saw the woman's face clearly, his eyes froze for a moment. The hand holding the sword did not let go. He looked at her condescendingly, and his voice rolled out of his throat, faintly.

Yes, very dumb.

Su Qing'an could feel the hot body temperature on his body. The fever was not light. Different from the coldness in the past, this kind of heat spread directly from the body to the tip of the heart.

The other party's condition was obviously not that good. At this moment, he was just instinctively alert and pointed the sword at her. He probably had just taken a bath and was a little wet. The two collarbones on the black collar were looming, and they were cold white in the dimness, sharp but attractive.

.

"There is no second person here. Of course he comes to see you."

She didn't like the feeling of being forcibly shackled, but force had never been her strong point, so she didn't struggle in vain. She lay on the bed, raised the corners of her lips, and smiled gently at him, with the majesty and dignity of a royal family in her eyebrows.

During the few seconds of confrontation, their breathing was shallow and mingled. The young man's slender and hot body was supported above her. The warning in his eyes did not fade away at all. It was obvious that he did not believe her reasons at all.

"I don't believe it..." Su Qing'an licked her lower lip, "Then what should I do?"

Her voice was low to soft, adding a sense of infatuated and lingering love, even like the whisper between lovers, adding a hidden ambiguity.

Su Qing'an raised her hand.

Cen Zhou's brain was groggy due to the high fever, and his consciousness was also blurred. He restrained her with all his strength. When Su Qing'an raised her hand, he pressed the sword down and ordered in a hoarse voice, which was like a strong crossbow.

"Don't move."
Chapter completed!