Chapter 690 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 20

"I will not stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Miss Zhang, don't bother, please go."

Zhang Shuliang is like falling into an ice cave!

After finally finding Cen Zhou here, how could he be willing to leave? He said hurriedly: "Whatever you want, my father will give it to you. You have a lot of skills and you can only use them in the capital!"

Zhang Shuliang came today to persuade Cen Zhou to stay.

At that moment, Cen Zhou thought of something, a mocking smile appeared on his face, and he looked on with a cold look between indifference and sobriety, like the moon in the water.

The eyebrows and the bridge of the nose are straight and have deep shadows on one side. The thin lips are sharp and beautiful. They are unexpectedly lazy when exposed to the sun. The smile is cold, but extremely charming.

She forgot the tone in which he said these words, but she remembered the smile on his lips.

"I will never be involved in the path of imperial power in this life."

He does not have any hostility towards the royal family or authority. It is indeed another kind of hostility, always looking down on it with indifference.

It's scarier to watch with cold eyes than to be deeply involved.

There were noisy noises nearby, and the four people sitting there were silent.

We have different paths and we don't want to work together. But sitting in this noisy restaurant, the noise next to you is deaf to your ears, it's a different feeling.

Everyone is different and has his or her own secrets.

Su Ziheng toasted happily! The haze has been swept away, so good!

Zhang Shuliang dropped her wine glass, her eyes turned red, she ran away from the box in frustration, with a look of despair on her face.

She knew better than anyone that if Cen Zhou left the capital, there would be no chance of meeting him again.

She liked Cen Zhou so much, and it was her only choice to act arbitrarily before being dominated by her family.

There is wind on his body, his heart is freer than his people, and he will never stop for anyone.

Zhang Shuliang had the honor to see a young swordsman with a three-foot-long sword, killing people without blinking an eye. He also had the honor to see him bring an old man home, coaxing a young child with his greenness, and the gentleness in his bones.

It is precisely because I have seen those unknown things that I will never forget them and find it difficult to let go.

Zhang Shuliang looked back at the location of the restaurant amid the busy traffic, feeling disappointed.

Su Ziheng walked leisurely and said arrogantly: "Don't you understand what I mean? You are a lonely woman, it is best to be alone -"

People you want to get back will be rejected, and people you don't want to see will meet you at any time.

God does not fulfill man's wish!

Zhang Shuliang lifted up her skirt and ran back to the Prime Minister's Mansion before Su Ziheng finished speaking, thinking firmly.

She is going to find her father. He must have a way to keep Cen Zhou here!

Before Su Ziheng could finish reading, he disappeared, his face was ashen, and he clenched his fists.

Damn woman!

He must not know how powerful he is!

Great - she managed to pique his interest!

Su Ziheng even wondered if she was playing hard to get with him by playing with fire?

The more Su Ziheng thought about it, the more likely it was. After all, he was such a wise man.

Oh.

woman!

Restaurant.

The two people opposite had left and the seat was empty. Su Qingan had no intention of sitting there.

Rubbing the wine glass with his fingertips, he was still thinking about the sentence that he would never step into the path of imperial power in this life, his eyelashes covering his deep thoughts.

"You reject the imperial power?"

"Is it related to you?"

Cen Zhou didn't show even the last trace of emotion. He picked up the wine cup on the table and drank it all in one gulp. He poured the strong liquor down his throat without feeling any burn. His movements showed a neat and chivalrous attitude. He always poured himself into the drink, as if he was empty around him.

The next step is to stand up and leave without hesitation.

"Don't leave, I'll go." Su Qing'an chuckled, stood up and left, without taking away the handkerchief embroidered with peach blossoms on the table. She knocked on the table with her fingers, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with him, "See you next time.

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The sound of clinking glasses was clear and clear. Cen Zhou stopped just as he was about to drink, raised his eyes and filled up the wine.

"This cup is a tribute to the princess, and I will never see you again."

After saying that, he drank the strong drink in one gulp.

"Have you heard a sentence? Nine times out of ten, life is not what you want." Su Qing'an leaned over, with a gentle and elegant smile, her lips were close to his ear, and she deliberately dropped soft words in Cen Zhou's ear.

The heat of his breath sprayed all over Cen Zhou's left ear, causing a slight numbness, and it was like a cold poisonous snake wrapping around his body.

Cen Zhou raised his chin slightly, his sharp eyes were very deep and cold, and he saw her smiling face.

Su Qing'an came out of the restaurant. The sun was briefly pale, and a cloud covered the sun. For a moment, she was walking in the shadows.

She was in a good mood, and a chance encounter changed her mind.

She said.

Don't let her see him again.

Otherwise, she cannot guarantee what she will do.

Cen Zhou, Cen Zhou, please stay with me this time...

"Thirteen." Suddenly, she looked at the person in the corner not far away, opened her red lips, and pronounced his name accurately.

"Princess Zhaoyi." Beggar Thirteen scratched his head in embarrassment and said in surprise, "You still remember my name!"

When he saw Su Qing'an, Shisan wanted to go up and say hello, but stopped. It seemed that such a clean person shouldn't interact with him.

"Didn't I give you money? Why are you still like this..." Su Qing'an looked at his ragged clothes, which were still the same ones from last time.

Thirteen hesitated: "My mother needs it more..."

His mother was seriously ill and needed too much medicine. He spent all the money he earned every day on medicine.

This has always been the case, just survive the punches and kicks.

"But you also need better ones." Su Qingan's eyebrows were unrealistically illuminated by the sun. She took off the money bag from her waist and handed it to him, "These should be enough to treat your mother's illness."

Thirteen was stunned and glanced at Su Qing'an, a little afraid to answer. How could there be such a good person in this world?

How bad-hearted can someone be who would pity a beggar?

"Go on." Su Qing'an coughed weakly several times, her voice hoarse and filled with unknown confusion, "If you want not to be bullied, you have to become strong."

Thirteen repeatedly wiped his hands on the seam of his trousers before taking it. His dirty little face was full of solemnity, which was different from the shrewd smile last time: "Princess is so kind and kind, and Thirteen has nothing to repay. From now on, Princess

Even if you ask me, I can't help the princess much, but there are few people in Jian'an City who are better informed than me."

Enough.

What Su Qingan wants is this sentence.

The sun breaks through the dark clouds, pale but brilliant, breaking through the layers of clouds that shroud the bustling Jian'an City.

Her Royal Highness the Princess in white and brocade clothes stands in the bustling background, she is quiet and noble, the cinnabar mole in the corner of her right eye is like a drop of tear, becoming cooler and brighter, captivating the soul.

At that moment, she was the savior who saved all sentient beings.

Therefore, believers did not see the evil and darkness in the eyes of the Savior, lingering with deep interest and converging into the abyss of the world.

Su Qing'an never does anything without profit. If Thirteen hadn't been profitable, how could she pay attention to a beggar?

Su Qing'an herself crawled out from a pile of bloody bones. She couldn't even count how many lives her hands had been stained with blood. How could she be someone else's Bodhisattva?

She only knew that she had to go up and sit on a high platform. Even if she was covered in mud, she still had to be supreme.

A beggar next to him looked at the bulging bag of silver with eager eyes. His eyes shone brightly, and he saw the right moment. He pounced on it skillfully, snatched the bag of silver from Thirteen's hand, turned around and ran away!
Chapter completed!