Chapter 721 Crazy beauties took the villain script 51

  Chapter 721 Crazy Criticism of Beauty to Take Villain Script 51

  The tiger swooped on the spot, and the driver hurriedly drove the carriage to no avail. The whole carriage was hit by the tiger, and the people inside rolled heavily to the ground.

   “Sister!” Su Mohuan screamed in the confusion, “Are you alright?!”

   The action in his hand was malicious, and he personally pushed Su Qing’an in the direction of the tiger, so that he could be in front of him!

  The crushed stone pressed against the skin, and the overwhelmed heart tasted suffocation. Su Qingan narrowed her eyes and held the dagger in her hand, looking at the behemoth that rushed towards them.

   The black shade almost obscures the sky.

   “Be careful!” A stern shout came from a distance.

   “Brother Chengye!” The emotions in Su Mohuan’s eyes broke and reorganized, she said in surprise, and reached out to him subconsciously.

  Nie Chengye galloped wildly in those few seconds and rushed directly in front of Su Qingan.

  Su Mohuan was stunned, her outstretched hand was still in the air.

   Nie Chengye was about to pick up the man who fell on the ground, but another figure was faster than him—

   A sword of frost and cold, swirling blizzard!

  The tiger let out an enraged wailing from its throat, and blood gushed out from its body.

  Su Qing’an was so fascinated by the wind and snow that she could barely open her eyes, her eyes turned upside down, she wanted to stab the dagger in, but she smelled the familiar cold breath, and her movements stopped.

   She opened her eyes from a subversive perspective, and what she saw was not only the vast snow, the perseverance of the distant mountains, but also the deep outlines of the people in front of her.

   And she was held firmly in his arms by him, hearing the gesture of her heart without any obstruction.

  Su Qingan was stunned for two seconds, trying to see the situation outside.

   “Don’t look at it, look at me.”

   A low voice fell from his ears.

   He held her in his right hand and a sword in his left. His movements were cold-blooded and neat, with a black figure in the forest, showing the solitary madness of a young man.

  The huge body of the tiger fell heavily on the ground, splashing white snowflakes all over the place.

   Everyone looked at this scene and was in shock.

  Nie Chengye looked at the two people standing opposite, frowning slightly: “Princess Zhaoyi…” He paused for a moment and looked at Cen Zhou, “Who are you?”

  Cen Zhou didn’t look at him, and after everything was safe, he didn’t let go of Su Qing’an, and looked at her with lowered eyebrows.

   He left at the beginning of November and came back at the end of December, so he did not see him for two months.

   Their last meeting was not pleasant.

   Maybe they have been together before, so it seems that these two months are extraordinarily long.

  Cen Zhou’s eyes slid over Su Qingan’s body inch by inch, then raised his hand and pinned half a bunch of plum blossoms between her blue silk. There was no ambiguity in his movements, but there was a rare tenderness under his indifferent appearance.

   He said: “My subordinates pay tribute to Princess Zhaoyi.”

   His fingertips were cold, and he didn’t intend to brush Su Qing’an’s ears, causing a subtle and familiar shudder to reappear in front of his eyes, and the images that should have been forgotten reappear in front of his eyes.

  Su Qingan subconsciously avoided.

   She couldn’t describe the feeling of meeting Cen Zhou here, maybe it was because of the crisis of life and death just now, her heartbeat was still violent, and her weak body was messy even breathing, and she saw him at this moment.

   “Don’t let go yet?”

  Su Qingan gave him two seconds, the corners of his lips were still gentle and noble, and he raised his head and asked with a smile that seemed to be absent.

   The distance is too close, and the breath is intertwined.

  The boy’s brows and eyes are still cold and firm, and he carries a blue flame from his heart through this cold winter.

   After a silent confrontation, Cen Zhou grabbed her tightly and let go of her.

   “This is?” Nie Chengye said.

   “Secret guard of this palace.” Su Qingan summed up Cen Zhou’s identity in one sentence, “I didn’t expect to meet General Nie here.”

   The relationship between the two who were supposed to be fiancées, but now retains mutual testing.

Su Mohuan’s hand was still frozen in midair, she curled up and slowly retracted it, savoring the feeling, the expression on her face swept her nerves before the emotions in her heart, tears streamed down her face, very aggrieved He got up and said to Nie Chengye, “Brother Chengye, Ah Huan is so painful.”

  Nie Chengye briefly looked away from Su Qing’an, looked at her with eyes that Su Mohuan didn’t understand, and his tone was not as gentle as before: “I’m not a doctor, what’s the use of you looking for me!”

  Su Mohuan was completely stunned.

   “Princess Zhaoyi was frightened and the carriage was damaged. Why don’t you come back to Beijing with us.” Nie Chengye said to Su Qing’an, his tone softened a lot.

  Su Qing An is still about to speak.

The person behind    tore off her sleeve: “I can send you.”

   “Don’t make trouble.” Su Qingan knocked off Cen Zhou’s hand, and she still had to think about Nie Chengye’s affairs, pondered for two seconds, and chuckled: “It’s better not to trouble General Nie.”

  Nie Chengye insisted: “The journey is long, you are not safe alone—”

   “With Cen Zhou here, I will be fine in this palace.” Su Qingan casually raised his eyelids, “What do you think? Cen Zhou.”

  The boy’s tone was deep and cold: “My subordinates will keep the princess safe.”

  Nie Chengye looked at the young man again, his eyes were dazed for a moment, and soon the complexities covered his eyes.

  Cen Zhou.

   He remembered him.

   “General Nie is kind, help Ben Gong to send Ah Huan back, she is like this now, and Ben Gong is also worried.”

“elder sister…”

“Princess…”

  Nie Chengye was stunned.

   “Huh? Is General Nie unwilling?”

   “This is not suitable.” Nie Chengye said.

   “What’s inappropriate.” Su Qingan said lightly, “A Huan admires you very much.”

  Nie Chengye couldn’t leave Su Mohuan here, looking at the pitiful crying face of the other party, he had to bite the bullet and respond.

   “Brother Chengye.” Su Mohuan approached him, like before, wanting to hold Nie Chengye’s hand.

   was evaded by the opponent first.

   “Ten princesses please.”

The    road splits from here.

  The soldier also coaxed and said to Nie Chengye, “Seeing is better than hearing it once, Princess Zhaoyi really deserves her reputation!”

   “I won’t have a chance to see you later.”

   “What’s the matter? Waiting for the general’s celebration banquet, Princess Zhaoyi will definitely come, and when there is a big wedding, we can still go to the bridal chamber…”

  Su Mo listened to them, and her little face gradually became expressionless.

   She didn’t understand how Nie Chengye became like this after going out for two years.

  Su Mohuan became angrier the more she thought about it, she puffed up her face childishly, and looked back at Su Qing’an’s back, who was almost vanished by the boy’s shield. Hei Grapei’s eyes gradually showed an angry look.

  Nie Chengye looked at the backs of the two leaving, and planned to propose marriage at the celebration banquet.

  This time, he won’t miss it again.

  Prince’s wedding day—

  Gu Feibai, the leader of the Northern Expedition who had been stranded outside, suddenly returned to Beijing. At the same time, the prince’s father was detained, and the entire prime minister’s residence was like an iron barrel surrounded.

   This slap was not only slapped on the face of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, but also on the face of the Crown Prince.

   “Your Majesty! This minister has been wronged!”

  Golden Throne Hall.

  The prime minister knelt down on the ground in a state of embarrassment with his old bones, crying bitterly, what he shouted was a hoarse despair.

  The evidence was heavily smashed on his face from above, the forehead was bleeding, and the emperor’s furious voice came: “The evidence is like a mountain, what more do you want to say?!”

   (end of this chapter)