Chapter 743 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes the Villain Script 73

  The man seemed to just pause for a moment, then stepped forward in the next second, and there was some kind of cedar fragrance in the air.

  Fresh and smells good.

  Su Qingan knelt down with her back straight, resisting the urge to raise her head, and unconsciously, her nails were embedded in the palm of her hand.

   “You just returned to Jian’an, can everything still be adapted? The frontier is windy, sandy, and cold. You have been fighting for three years, and you have worked hard.”

   Two voices, one high and one low, fell in my ears.

  The latter’s voice was clear and cold.

   “For the beam, it’s worth it.”

  The palace presents a sense of awe of the authority of the emperor, with magnificent lights and shadows overhead, and people who are staggered can’t open their eyes.

  Su Qing’an finally raised his head, his gaze moved upwards inch by inch along the unreachable figure over there.

The glimmer of light on the high platform, drunken dreams and greed for joy, is like a brilliant illusion, everyone is deeply involved in it, blood is broken for the struggle for power, that person is there, standing there, innocent and unsullied. mud.

   When he spoke, his eyes did not look at Emperor Liang, but met her eyes across the half-blind light and shadow.

   The brow bones are deep and covered with frost.

   That kind of eyes, very deep and powerful.

  Easy to break through three years, and heart!

  Su Qingan held her breath, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of her lips.

   It’s not like I didn’t think about the reunion many times before, it was all in a dream.

   Finally, on this day, it came unexpectedly.

  Three years, more than a thousand days and nights, fate has never spared anyone.

   Just two seconds of looking at each other.

  Only Qingshan and Jun’s eyes, when they meet, do not change the old green.

   The young man’s gaze fell on Su Qing’an lightly and irresistibly, and then moved away indifferently, with the same attitude as a stranger, his eyelashes cast shadows on his eyelids, and he walked up to a higher place step by step.

Emperor Liang followed Cen Jiyuan’s gaze, turned his jade wrench with a hint of deep meaning, slid over the blue jade pendant around his waist, patted his shoulder, sat on the dragon chair, and said, “All Get up!”

   As soon as the imperial decree came out, everyone got up one after another and sat down, the sound of silk and bamboo resounded again.

   Emperor Liang said with a strong voice and a smile.

   “Today, everyone can gather in the palace, and you don’t have to endure the days of war. Thanks to the soldiers who defended the homeland and the country on the frontier, the main general’s credit is indispensable!”

   “Jin Yuan.” Emperor Liang raised his hand and stared at his young eyebrows, “I respect you.”

The encounter that was not an episode just now didn’t seem to have any effect on him. Cen Zhou took his seat, with a posture like a leisurely cloud wild crane, Wei and Jin romantic, under everyone’s eyes, raised his hand in honor and disgrace, and drank the wine. The words are clear: “Thank you for your love.”

   “Too modest! Too modest!”

   Emperor Liang introduced Cen Jinyuan’s identity in one sentence.

  Everyone’s eyes were fixed on that person, with a handsome face on the side, and the arc of the bridge of the nose showed a tall, cold light shadow.

   The gazes in these are shock, envy, and fear, each with its own mind.

  Nie Chengye’s expression froze before he could say the words with green face and fangs, and looked at the young man sitting on the opposite side in disbelief.

   is this face!

how come…

  Nie Chengye turned his head obscurely and looked at Su Qingan.

  Su Qingan didn’t show the slightest emotion on her face, she sat quietly with a warm smile on her lips.

   At that moment, Nie Chengye felt a sense of exhaustion that could never change his fate.

   The friend who was discussing with Nie Chengye just now fell silent, and didn’t dare to breathe loudly.

  Nie Chengye was not feeling well, and Su Ziheng was naturally shocked, his face was red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple.

   “Qing, Qing, Qingqing!”

   “You pinch me…”

  Gu Feibai’s face flushed with coughing thanks to his drinking.

   “No pinch, really.”

  “…”

  The secret guard of Princess Zhaoyi’s mansion, in three years, became the daunting general of Dingbei in the capital?

   Isn’t that great! If you have an old relationship, you can win over and become your own person. Gu Fei was happy for less than a second, thinking of the rumors about the Princess Mansion back then.

  No one dared to talk about it, but no one would forget that the torrential rain poured down that year, and that person stood outside the mansion for three whole days, and was finally kicked out of the mansion.

  Gu Feibai fell silent.

   If you don’t understand, ask, the high branches are separated from the clouds, can you still climb it now?

  # Hello, be friends after breaking up.

   “Hey…” Gu Feibai touched her lightly.

   Rather than worrying about whether Cen Jin would remember what happened back then, and trying to retaliate against them, Gu Feibai was more worried about Su Qingan.

   “It’s okay.” Su Qingan lowered her eyes and said, “I should have thought about it.”

  The looming familiarity behind the screen that day should have been him.

  Gu Feibai sighed: “Who would have thought of that.”

   Today is not the same as it used to be.

  Cen Zhou, Cen Jinyuan.

  Su Qingan moved the corner of her lower lip, ironically, what did he plan to do when he came back, just like the previous life, kill her again with Su Ziheng.

  The man rejected all gestures of clinging or flattering, like the whiteness on the snowy mountain, the cold light leaking from the white blade, lofty and cold.

   Except for the first two seconds, he never looked at her again.

   It was she who did not want him.

  The original swordsman Cen Zhou died three years ago, and now he is back with the Great Liang God of War, Cen Jinyuan.

   “The minister Xun Bisihan pays respects to Emperor Daliang!”

A rough voice sounded in the hall, and two men dressed in Mongolia walked over quickly. One after the other, the leader was probably in his fifties. Even though his body was exceptionally strong, his face looked a little old. In this state, he paid the steppe salute to Emperor Liang.

   “I wish the Emperor Daliang good health and longevity!”

   Emperor Liang said: “Get up! Can you still adapt when you come to the Central Plains?”

   Xun Bisihan respectfully said: “There are so many beautiful scenery in the Central Plains, which makes the minister linger and forget to return.”

  After some polite greetings, everyone knew the purpose of Xun Bisihan’s coming to the Central Plains, and each other had already agreed to do so, but the candidate for this marriage was still confusing.

  Su Mohuan’s eyes were a little red from excitement, and she clenched her hands tightly…

   All of this should belong to her, no one can love Su Qingan, as long as Su Qingan disappears forever.

Xun Bisihan’s eyes slowly surveyed the surroundings. The evil and chaotic state in his eyes made countless noble ladies of noble families avoid them, and they were apprehensive and prayed in their hearts. After all, who would want to marry an old man in his fifties? Can’t go back to Jian’an for the rest of my life?

   In the end, Xun Bisihan’s eyes stopped on Su Qing’an, and the corner of his mouth grinned.

   The princess was dressed in white as snow, with cold eyebrows and thin eyes. That understatement, with the arrogance unique to the Kyoto royal family, made Xun Bisihan have a great desire to conquer.

Before the arrival of   , someone indeed handed over Su Qing’an’s picture scroll. No matter who is in the capital, Xun Bisihan is always in his heart.

   So, he rubbed his fists twice and said, “Before I came to the Central Plains, I had heard of Princess Zhaoyi’s name, but now that I see it, it really lives up to its reputation!”

   The audience was slightly startled.

   Emperor Liang had a faint smile on his face, he didn’t speak for the first time, and the twelve crowns covered the look on his face.