Chapter 731 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 61

April 16th.

Time is not that special in the first place, but humans have given it different meanings. Even ordinary and ordinary numbers have become dazzling because of the meaning of existence.

It's early spring, it's April, the grass is growing and the orioles are flying.

It’s a one-year promise that lasts half a lifetime. It’s a sunny day with blazing sunshine.

Today's weather was surprisingly good. The dark clouds only existed for a brief moment. The sun rose from the east, following the rules of dawn, and hung high in the distant sky.

The sun is shining brightly and everything is happy.

The entire Jian'an City was bathed in the warmth of the sunny day. Everywhere was prosperous and noisy. People came and went, just like in the past. The light passed through the lush branches, and the fallen flowers rustled in the wind and fell to the ground.

Cen Zhou held his sword, and at dawn, his slender figure passed through the nine-curved corridor and walked step by step towards the main hall.

He once regarded this place as a shackles, but now he is willing to stay and be soft.

The wind ruffled the young man's black clothes, the hunter howled, and the sunlight blurred his back, but could not hide the smile on his brows. The young man was full of high spirits, and in a trance, he was frozen into an old painting. After it was colored, there was no turning back.

In the end, he started running completely, rushing into the distance with a youthful and reckless attitude, and the wind blew up his clothes...

"I want to see the princess!" Cen Zhou stopped outside the main hall door, his breath a little messy from running so fast, and his usually cold heartbeat was now beating violently. He stopped and spoke to Ruosu, the dimple on his left cheek sunk slightly, and the dimple in his sleeves

Hidden inside was a mahogany hairpin that had been carved for a month. I don’t know why, but my fingertips were trembling a little.

It's like breaking fate.

On this sunny day, the grass grows on the young man's shoulders and the orioles fly, and his hair that is messed up by the wind is shining.

His eyes were as dark as ink, serious and solemn.

Ruosu didn't dare to look at those eyes. She avoided the hot gaze of the always cold-hearted person and blocked the door. She lowered her head and said, "The princess went out early in the morning. Maybe she won't come back today."

This is an answer Cen Zhou never thought of.

Wei Zheng: "Where did she go?"

"The princess didn't say anything, and the slave didn't know either."

"Did she say when she would be back?"

"No."

"Then she..."

Cen Zhou has never been a talkative person, and even with acquaintances, he cherishes words like gold. There are so many problems at the moment that he doesn't feel like he talks too much.

Ruosu said to him, "You should go back first. When the princess comes back, I will let you know."

"No, I'll wait."

Ruosu emphasized: "It may take a long time for the princess to be out."

"I'm just standing here, you don't have to worry about me."

Cen Zhou's head was in a mess. He glanced blankly inside the room. He stood in the corridor and waited quietly for someone. His eyebrows were unruly, and his fingertips were unconsciously rubbing the hairpin in his sleeve. He thought that the other party must have gone out for something. He was probably very young.

Will be back soon.

As the sun came up, the midday sunshine became more and more intense, making people dare not look up for fear of shedding tears.

The servants of the Princess Mansion came and went in a hurry, passing through the nine-curved verandah, and took a second look at the figure still standing outside the palace.

"Su Qing'an."

"Come back soon."

The young man said in his heart, his cold and fair cheeks would bulge slightly and then sink, his eyelashes would droop, and he would look into the distance.

Cen Zhou always felt that Su Qing'an would come back.

So until the clouds covered the sun, he had not seen Su Qing'an.

He looked up to see the last ray of light being swallowed up by dark clouds, to see a gorgeous peach blossom being crushed into mud in the evening wind, to see a heavy rain overturning the entire Jian'an City!

"Boom——"

The dull thunder was deafening.

The cold raindrops dripped along the young man's slender joints, leaving only the mahogany hairpin intact.

This rain fell in Cen Zhou's eyes.

Ruosu's voice was a little unclear in the wind and rain, and she spoke anxiously: "It's raining so hard! You'd better go back quickly! If it doesn't take more than an hour and a half, you can't stay here forever!"

Cen Zhou blinked his eyes in realization and asked in a deep voice: "Where is she?"

He didn't believe she would forget such an important day.

Cen Zhou would only worry that she would catch a cold outside and be in danger.

"I really don't know!" Ruosu was frightened and took a step back, "I can't lie to you..."

The red lanterns hung every five steps in the corridor of the Princess Mansion swayed due to wind and rain. The candlelight did not know when it would reach the end of its life. Every time the thunder sounded, the lanterns trembled.

Cen Zhou stood there, motionless, with his back straight.

"Crack."

The light and shadow in the red lantern withstood the wind and rain and went out.

April 16th.

It's bad weather.

There is no moon.

It's past.

She didn't come back.

Cen Zhou remembered that she had told him before when she was drunk: "Don't leave."

He said he wouldn't leave.

She pestered him, and Wu Nong whispered that he was not allowed to leave.

How many times did she say it, how many times did he respond.

He remembered that her eyes were full of drunkenness and all she could see was him.

On April 17, she didn't come back.

April 18th, still not back.

Today is the night of the 18th, and the rain falls intermittently, sometimes stopping and sometimes coming heavily. In short, it refuses to let go of Jian'an City.

It was originally a dark night, but it was made even darker by the rain curtain. Raindrops were dripping under the eaves, and the sound startled the people in the picture.

Cen Zhou stood until his legs and feet were numb and his eye sockets were sore. Three days of cold rain had caused him to have a high fever. His side face was a bloodless white in the cold rain. His fingertips repeatedly rubbed the mahogany hairpin in his sleeves.

"Crazy...really crazy..."

Seeing that he was still there, Ruosu whispered a few words.

Cen Zhou, no matter how cold and cold-hearted he may appear, is pure and kind in his heart. No one taught him about love, so he grew up barbaric and was even pure and simple in this aspect.

Full of sincerity and passion.

"The princess is back!" The excited voice of the maid came from outside the courtyard.

The young man under the eaves suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight over——

Dressed in snow and brocade, with moles of tears at the corners of her eyes.

The man lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, with a calm expression on his face, and was talking to the person next to him.

The person standing with Su Qingan is Nie Chengye.

Cen Zhou's steps that were about to rush over froze, and the blood in his body seemed to flow backwards and freeze, crackling.

Su Qingan happened to raise her eyes.

The two looked at each other in the rain.

His eyes were filled with desolation, mixed with indescribable grievances and hatred, which made people feel hot from the top of their hearts.

Su Qing'an still had that faint smile in her eyes. After looking at each other for two seconds, she looked away first, calmly joked with Nie Chengye, and walked forward together.

Nie Chengye Suran also saw Cen Zhou. He paused for a moment and thought of something. Seeing Su Qing'an's attitude, he felt slightly relieved. Quan pretended that he had not seen it.

The princess in white clothes passed by Cen Zhou slowly without even a glance.

His wrist was tightly grasped by cold, slender fingers.

Su Qing'an was silent for a moment, then raised her eyes to look at the owner of these hands.

The young man waited here for three days and three nights. His black clothes were drenched by the rain. The rainwater gathered at his feet along the hem of his clothes and meandered into the distance. His strong and chivalrous face now seemed even more fragile and broken.

Su Qing'an only glanced at it, and then asked lightly: "Why are you still here?"
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