Chapter 683 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 13

"Don't move."

The cold sword blade is pressed against the throat, and a cut is made without mercy. The black hair is spread under the body. The slender curvature of the woman's neck will be extremely obvious. There are shallow blood marks on the fair skin, and blood beads are rushing from the blood vessels!

Su Qing'an didn't care, and didn't stop at all because of Cen Zhou's movements. Her fingertips moved across the young man's collar in a frivolous manner, touching the hot collarbone.

Cen Zhou immediately grabbed her wrist, his thin lips tightened into a straight line, and his jaw was sharp, showing cold anger.

Su Qing'an knew that he had no strength at all and was even bluffing. He became more and more unscrupulous. In the eyes of the other party, she pressed her fingertips on his lips and said lazily with a smile.

"It's really sad that you don't trust me so much. Why can't I come here just because of your face?"

This is true, at least at this moment, his eyebrows are delicate and thin, and the fragility of his illness is particularly attractive.

The stare in her eyes caused by her words is also fascinating, wanting more, destroying more, those emotions that are caused by her, breaking the rules, and being confused and obsessed.

The slender fingers pinched the wrist bones even tighter, leaving clear bruises and bruises.

Su Qing'an had never been so close to anyone before, and her nose was filled with the aura that belonged exclusively to a young man, like the pure glacier on the top of the snow-capped mountains, breathing into her breath by breath, cool, strong, and sober.

She raised her upper body slightly, and when she raised her head, she ignored the cold sword on her neck. The tip of her nose almost hit the boy's tall nose, and then said: "You feel so hot."

Cen Zhou threw her away almost in embarrassment, quickly took back the sword, rolled over and got out of bed, his movements were as fast as if he had touched a scorching fire, staring at her, suppressing a high fever cough in his throat, and his voice became hoarse.

He was still a little sexy, but it was quickly replaced by anger, and he almost squeezed out two words from the gap between his teeth: "Get out!"

The unstable breath makes people explore.

"Were you raised by wolves?" Su Qing'an was weak. She probably couldn't bear the torment just because of the cold. She sat up from the bed, moved her wrists, and asked without raising her head.

The young man stood on the ground, indifferent.

"So vigilant."

Su Qingan added the second half of the sentence, her hair and dress were slightly messy, and her neck and wrists had obvious red marks from the rough movements just now.

Cen Zhou paused for less than a second, looked away, frowned slightly, and emphasized again: "Get out."

At first he thought it was an assassin, and he never thought that the dignified Princess Zhaoyi of Jian'an City would come to a man's room late at night.

The atmosphere between them was always tense, and it was unclear whether the feeling of rejection in the other was just for her, or whether it was the same for everyone.

"You attacked me and kicked me out. Are these the rules in the world now?" Su Qing'an stood up.

Cen Zhou reminded her bluntly: "You came here first."

"I came here because I was worried that you had a fever. It was out of good intentions, but if you are guilty of committing a crime, there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority. These are two different things." Su Qing'an raised her eyebrows and walked towards him, getting closer, "How can they be confused?"

Cen Zhou was not used to being so close to others, so he took a step back.

"What does the princess want?"

"I told you, compensate me." Su Qing'an walked forward again.

He took another step back.

Su Qing'an refused to let him go so easily and pressed forward step by step.

The young man did not retreat, his back was stiff and straight, his profile became increasingly serious, his brain was a little drowsy and sluggish due to the high fever, his vision was blurred, and his momentum did not drop, and he looked steadily at Su Qing'an.

"You're so pretty -" she seemed to be murmuring, "If you don't want to be a secret guard in the princess's mansion, how about being the one in front of her?"

Cen Zhou's eyelashes trembled unexpectedly, and his eyes were filled with ice-breaking shock.

Perhaps it was the first time he heard such words, Su Qing'an could feel the overwhelming shock beneath his calm surface, and suddenly he was in a good mood.

"Princess respects herself."

In two days, he said it for the second time.

The young swordsman carries his long sword behind his back. His posture is as straight as a green pine or winter cypress. He carries the aura of a lonely man in the mountains. He is dressed in black and has a sword. His brows are full of refusal to be alienated.

The shadow casts a cool and attractive arc on one side of the tall bridge of the nose. The lips are thin and somewhat red, and the mandible is clearly defined. At this moment, it is stretched into smooth lines, giving off a sense of sick vulnerability and youthfulness.

What's even more fatal is that when he talks, there will be a looming dimple on his left cheek.

Some people want Su Qingan to dig out her dimples.

It's just that this kind of thing is destined to be impossible to own.

Su Qing'an had to admit that all her interest in Cen Zhou came from his always indifferent attitude, his unyielding eyes, and that face.

She casually placed a white jade medicine bottle on the table and made a gentle sound: "Take two pills, don't burn yourself to death."

Cen Zhou turned aside and let her go without even a word of thanks or a look in his eyes.

The black clothes moved with the movement, revealing the cyan jade pendant at the waist.

Su Qing'an felt vaguely familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before, and she passed him by: "Cen Zhou."

The princess lowered her eyes and smiled: "You are free, don't let me see you again."

Because of the period of freedom.

She has the final say.

The next day, when Su Qingan woke up, she heard that Cen Zhou had left. No one knew when he left or where he went. When he opened the door, he could not see his figure. Even the temperature of the bed was cold.

of.

The only proof of its existence was the medicine he left on the rosewood table.

Never moved.

"This medicine..." Ruosu was about to ask when Su Qing'an said.

"Throw it away."

Qi Lou: "..."

There once was a person.

He didn't want tenderness when it was presented to him, but later, tut.

…

Royal Palace.

Glazed tiles, vermilion walls.

Countless heroes in the world are vying to bow down and be buried here.

In the gaps between the bluestone slabs, there is still blood from that time, which cannot be wiped away no matter how hard it is wiped. The blood stains are a reminder to one generation after another.

Nowadays, the imperial concubine is favored by the emperor, has won the emperor's heart, and has given birth to the fourth prince for Emperor Liang. In addition, her father is the minister of the Ministry of punishment, and has made great contributions to a recent case.

Even the queen has to step back!

In the main hall, the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard endlessly, and people are drinking and drinking.

Su Qing'an walked slowly every step of the way. She was born here and died here, and she brought nothing.

How could she deal with the pain of thousands of arrows piercing her heart alone?

She stared at the top position of the main hall. The emperor, queen, and tonight's birthday girl were not here.

"Qing Qing!" Gu Feibai saw Su Qing'an, his eyes lit up, and he immediately passed Zhang Shuliang and walked over.

Su Qingan nodded to her.

The young man was also dressed in red today, looking arrogant and wanton.

This birthday was grandly organized, and all the princes and princesses in Beijing were present, as well as young children from aristocratic families and elderly courtiers and elders.

Su Qing'an guessed that Emperor Liang would not hold a big birthday party just because he liked beauties. Her father was not a person who coveted beauty. He thought that he had more intentions of supporting the concubine's mother's family and beating the empress.

The position of queen may not be easy.

Zhang Shuliang saw Su Qing'an and smiled provocatively at her, but was completely ignored by the latter.

"What are you talking about? It's so lively?" Duan Fang's smiling voice fell.

Everyone bowed their knees and saluted, and said in unison: "The Queen is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old -"

Su Qingan squinted her eyes and looked at the figure in the red palace dress. The peonies on the skirt were vivid. Her hair was swayed with colored glaze in her bun. She did not sway as she walked. The gorgeous but decayed reflection reflected by the lights

color.
Chapter completed!