She tried to see more clearly, but the young man spoke up at this moment.

"If the princess goes further, I will have to ask you out personally."

Su Qing'an paused.

Seeing the sword he put aside, the pure black hilt was cold and hard.

"I'm bothering you so much, General." Su Qing'an said humbly, without stepping forward, "I'm willing to apologize to the General at the banquet in the harem for half a month."

"See you someday."

She smiled slightly, turned around and left.

A cold voice sounded from behind.

"Princess, there is no need to come again in the future."

Su Qing'an stopped slightly, opened the door and walked out. There was still dazzling sunlight outside, and there was a cold and cold feeling behind her.

She hid her dark eyes.

It's really crazy...how can two completely unrelated people be brought together.

Cen Zhou disappeared three years ago and has never been seen again.

Su Qing'an told herself repeatedly in her heart, turning back and taking a deep look at the attic.

The attic was still dark and silent, and the echoes seemed to have not dissipated.

Behind the huge landscape painting screen, the slender figure finally let go of the hand holding the wine cup.

The wine cup was placed on the table, leaving clear and heavy finger marks.

Half of a stern face was revealed in the dimness. The lines were sharp as if they had walked out of the battlefield, the brows were deep, the bridge of the nose was high, and there was a scar behind the left ear.

In those eyes, there is the wind, frost and loneliness in the distance.

When Su Qing'an returned to the princess's residence, Ruosu asked nervously: "General Dingyuan didn't do anything to you, right?"

"Can he still eat me?" Su Qingan smiled, "Look at how scared you are."

"This person should be a tough nut to crack, and we need to take a long-term approach." Su Qing'an thought that the best way to tie him down at the moment is to marry him. Everyone wants to marry him, but the people on her side are tricky.

Xiao Hui was extremely excited today. Su Qing'an threw herself on her as soon as she came back, clinging to her with all her might.

"I don't usually see you so attentive." Su Qing'an rubbed the wolf-dog's furry head.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch!"

Xiao Hui screamed eagerly and kept pushing into Su Qing'an's arms, sniffing for something.

Come on.

Animals are more affectionate than humans.

Su Qing'an has not been to the West Tower much in the past three years, but it goes there every day.

"Do you miss him?" Su Qing'an lowered her head, "He will not come back."

"Ouch!"

Su Qingan thought.

Cen Zhou hated her to death.

For some reason, Su Qingan felt a little uneasy.

Qi Lou hesitated several times, but still did not speak.

They have already caused great harm to people. The blackening value has been at 100 for the past three years. How can it be reduced?

The health pot was so angry that it started to go on strike.

snort!

Dingbei General's Mansion.

"Yo!" A young man in his twenties strode in. He was as gentle as jade and cheerful, with a joking smile in his voice. "This young general who everyone in Kyoto wants to meet, why is he alone in the house?

Drinking?"

Cen Zhou leaned out of the window, without raising his head, with an indifferent face, and threw the wine cup directly to him.

"Hey, let me get drunk with you today." Qiu Haochu sat down and raised his eyebrows, "I heard that Princess Zhaoyi came over today. Did you see her? Do you know that the whole Jian'an is watching?

As for you, the news has gone crazy now."

"Know."

"No, brother, what do you think?"

"Meet you casually." Cen Zhou spoke calmly, holding his forehead with his slender fingers, looking out the window at the peach trees that had been cut down to their roots, his dark and narrow eyes reflecting the dark sky, cold and unpredictable.

After three years of carving and battlefield baptism, the outline has lost the last trace of youthful youthfulness, and has been replaced by a tough and chivalrous look, which is extremely oppressive. Every time you raise your eyes or lower your head, you will be frightened.

Qiu Haochu thought that his face was indeed energetic, but it was a pity that it was too cold.

"Those who don't know better would think that you are bewitched by Princess Zhaoyi's beauty." Qiu Haochu teased, "After all, the most beautiful woman in Jian'an is well-deserved."

Cen Zhou's thin lips twitched slightly, as if there was a smile at the corner of his mouth, but it did not reach the bottom of his eyes. What was silent was a deep pool that no one could see through. It was extremely quiet.

Those days when we were entangled in absurd love and desire day and night, if we use the word bewitchment to summarize it, it would be a bit understated.

He poured the wine nonchalantly: "Drink yours and don't talk too much."

Qiu Hao was reluctant at first and came up with a wrong idea: "You have just arrived in Kyoto and you can't stay in the house all day. Why don't you go out with me for a walk? Have you heard of the Jian'an Shangxian Tower?"

Shangxian Tower is the largest place of drunkenness, dreams and death in Jian'an.

Cen Zhou raised his eyes to look at him.

Qiu Haochu was chilled by his eyes and said sarcastically.

"In the past three years, you have been in the frontier, but you are still so unsociable with women when you return to Beijing. Do you have someone in your heart, or have you been abandoned by someone... and you don't dare to love anymore?"

Cen Zhou looked away, as if he hadn't heard anything: "I think your life is too busy, so you might as well go to the military camp and practice for a few more days."

In fact, when Qiu Hao first said this, he actually had some temptation in mind. Who knows that there is a sister in the family who is so infatuated with people that he hesitates to ask.

"Jin Yuan, I guess the emperor will grant you a marriage. You have reached the age of marriage, have you ever considered a wife? You remember my sister, right? You saved her life three years ago, she..."

Cenzhou, also known as Jinyuan.

A high fever the year he left Beijing took half of Cen Zhou's life. It was painful to gouge out his heart and bones, and then something was cut out of his body.

He got through that time alone, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, and then he got better.

Later, the master sighed and said to him: "Go and join the army. You will never touch those romantic things again. Just try this thing once and you will know it is poisonous. We are heroes and righteous, and we have no regrets in our hearts."

these three years.

The sword in Cen Zhou's hand cuts off all the demons and monsters in the world, guarding Chang'an for thousands of miles!

This sword is worthy of anyone in the world, and I dare to say a word of magnanimity until death!

Cen Zhou picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The strong liquor poured down his throat, creating a cold yet hot burning sensation that burned all the way to his heart, reminding him of old memories.

The peach blossoms outside the window are accompanied by the trees grinding down the soil. It was so prosperous in the past, as if the flowers of last year were reflected again. A magpie stopped on the branch, its dark eyes reflected the fame of the capital. It was frightened by the sound in the distance, and quickly fluttered its wings and flew away.

Walk, wander high in the sky.

"Please refuse it for me."

His voice was hoarse.

"I have obstacles in my heart and don't want to mislead my beloved."

On April 15th, Grassland Khan and his subordinates traveled all the way to Jian'an City. Prince Su Ziheng went to meet them in person and arranged for them to live in the inn.

In the distance, Su Mohuan stood in the shadows and watched this scene, holding a portrait of Su Qing'an in her hand.

The palace banquet is scheduled for tomorrow, success or failure depends on this moment.

This year in Daliang, the country is peaceful and the people are at peace, every family is peaceful, and the streets are prosperous and lively.

"Boss! Two bottles of wine!"

A familiar voice sounded, and the beggar figure next to him had his pupils trembled. He quietly clenched his hands and looked up.

The little beggar Thirteen's body has become stronger. Except for his clothes and face which are always dirty, he looks particularly harmless. He still spends his time in Jian'an every day, wandering the streets and alleys laughing.

He was used to living like this.
Chapter completed!