MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 762 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes the Villain Script (End)
Chapter 762 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes Villain Script (End)
On the way back to the Dingbei General's Mansion at night, Cen Zhou saw a lamp from a distance.
is approaching, the princess lights up the way back home.
She said, "You weren't here when I came. It's such a cold day, go home."
The wind ruffled the cloak she was wearing.
At that moment, Cen Zhou's heart was scorched by every inch, deep in softness, the past Zhaozhao flashed chaotically in front of his eyes, he suddenly hugged her hard, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Su Qingan."
"What's the matter with you? Drink so much alcohol."
Cen Zhou closed his eyes for a long time, swallowed all the words, and only said that he missed you.
"The blackening value of the redemption mission target has been completely cleared."
"Mission is over."
Afterwards, the health pot happily said to Su Qingan, "Congratulations."
Su Qingan lowered her eyes and smiled.
This task, she never did it on purpose.
What cares about is never the blackening value, only the three characters of Cen Jinyuan.
Yonglin On the ninth day of the first lunar month in the thirty-sixth year, Princess Zhaoyi's enthronement ceremony was announced to the world!
That day coincided with the first snow of winter, the snow was fresh, and the sky was dawn.
The plum blossoms in the palace are blooming.
Nothing is more important than the right position, and nothing is more important than changing the yuan.
Jian'an City cannot stand all year round, majestic and majestic.
Every time the imperial guards pass through the palace road, the footsteps are neat, the iron and blood are majestic, and the gates and important roads of Jian'an are strictly guarded. Outside the Jian'an Gate!
The cold wind blew through every street and alley, and the people were enjoying themselves.
Golden Throne Hall.
Three thousand stone steps.
Ranked among civil and military officials, solemn and solemn!
Looking around, it was a piece of darkness.
Su Qing'an was dressed in a crowned dress, with twelve white beads hanging down from the emperor's hair, with a group as the tassel, the color was like its ribbon, the silk was full of ears, and the jade hairpin was the guide. Xuanyi, clothes, twelve chapters, shoulders the sun and the moon, bears the stars.
The wind ruffled the black and red robes of the emperor, and the wind was blowing.
With her back straight, she walked through the three thousand steps step by step, walking through this road of thousands of miles of bones and blood, and finally walked to the high platform that symbolizes the honor of Ninety-five!
The highest point.
Su Qingan waved his sleeves and turned around, overlooking thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!
What are you afraid of being too cold at high places? !
The sound of the crane is heard in the sky from Jiugao!
"Kneeling—" the Ritualists shouted.
To congratulate the ceremonies, kneel three times and nine kowtows to the emperor.
"Long Live My Emperor Long Live Long Live-"
"Long Live My Emperor Long Live Long Live-"
Between the heavens and the earth, for a long time, the shocking shouts of thousands of people echoed, swallowing mountains and rivers, and the momentum was mighty!
Su Qing'an stood on the top of the three thousand steps, climbed high and looked into the distance, opened his arms, the emperor's twelve crowns were hanging down, his eyes reflected the distant rivers and mountains, and his red lips lightly parted: "flat body."
Today, the same wind is blowing in one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles!
Wait until winter arrives on the ninth day of the first lunar month, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom!
The new emperor ascended the throne, with power over the court and the opposition, he made an edict to the world, announced the change to the Yuan Dynasty, and was known as Emperor Zhaoyi in history.
You laugh at women who are also worthy of being heroes, are you not afraid of being laughed at by the public? But she expanded the territory externally, and ruled the world internally. She strengthens the centralization of power, clears up politics from top to bottom, combines leniency and strictness, knows people and responsibilities, reorganizes the army and trains soldiers, eliminates the weak and weak, recruits exiles, and lightens the poor!
Su Qing'an has millions of soldiers under her command, and there are countless capable and strong people. She intends to annex the four countries, dominate the world, and create a peerless future.
She appointed Cen Jin for the Far North Expedition, Nie Chengye as her lieutenant, the King of Nanning to attack Chu, Jian'an to guard Gu Feibai, and more soldiers, heroes from all directions, for her use!
Su Qing'an could have kept Cen Zhou in the capital, but Jian'an couldn't hold back the hero in troubled times. He should be on the battlefield and play the biggest role of this sword to win the name of his life and death.
On the day of the Northern Expedition, Su Qingan said to Cen Zhou.
"General Dingbei, I want to expedition Manhu in the north, sweeping the four kingdoms, a million troops, but one general is missing."
"Come here."
"If you have work, I will wait for the general to return."
The emperor in black and red robes stood on the Jian'an city wall and sent him away.
Cen Zhou rode a war horse and led thousands of troops out of the city gate, far away from Jian'an, and never looked back.
The back gradually faded away.
Su Qingan tamed the wolves in the northwest, and the frontier was bitter and cold. He guarded her for seven years.
The first three years were separated, and then another seven years were added.
occupies a long ten years of life.
Only see the cold moon and warm sun, come to fry life.
The Tibetan Fragrance in the south of the Yangtze River is coming in spring, and the burial of bones in Saibei begins.
separates the two worlds.
Su Qingan sat on the high hall and listened to the ruler.
Cen Jinyuan will kill Kyushu with one sword!
The yellow sand is rolling in the north, and the blood flows into a river.
How many nights, Cen Zhou has seen too many soldiers, wives and ions scattered, and there is not one out of ten.
He sits alone on a rock, draws a sculpted bow like a full moon, looks northwest, and shoots Sirius.
The frontier moon is reflected in his eyes.
Eight hundred miles of subordinates are burned, fifty strings are turned and the sound outside the fortress, the battlefield will be deployed in autumn!
The horse-made Lu Fei is fast, and his bow is like a thunderbolt. But the king's affairs in the world, won the name before and after his life!
Seven years of battle, nine deaths, 279 wounds on his body.
Cen Zhou's suicide note was full of Su Qing'an's name.
has never returned a private letter to Su Qingan in seven years.
Every battle report is a great victory.
Su Qingan once said to him in the only letter, your letter is too rigid, you have nothing else to tell me?
Cen Zhou replied to her with a battle report of the great victory after three months, without mentioning a word, and left a vague sentence at the end of the battle report - I wish Your Majesty peace.
In the spring of the 43rd year, it took only seven years for Daliang to destroy the four kingdoms, conquer the Xiongnu, and rule the world, ending the chaos of separatism for several years, and completely realizing the Daliang Dynasty, which was absolutist and centralized. Turned a new page!
Wherever the sun and the moon shine, and wherever the rivers come, they are all beams of soil!
This year, the peach blossoms on the mountains in the western suburbs are blooming brightly. The wind is rustling and whistling past, causing the ground to turn crimson.
The small animals in the mountains also seem to smell the fragrance of peach blossoms in the mountains and plains, and secretly hide a petal as a treasure, which is the breath of spring.
But seeing the green hills, not seeing the deceased return.
On the top of the mountain, a person stood.
The scene of the two of them worshipping in front of the old Buddha in the ruined temple is still like yesterday. The singer sang opera on the other side of the river.
The woman stood alone on the highest mountain, looking out into the distance, the wind blowing blue silk fluttering, her clothes flying, only an old peach hairpin was pinned in her hair, Wen Qixian.
When the cloud thinks of clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold of Revlon. If you don't meet at the top of the jade mountain, you will meet at Yaotai under the moon.
"Su Qing'an!"
A clear voice came from behind.
That voice was sonorous and powerful, echoing from the horizon for a long time, passing through the torrent of time, easily pulling people back to seven years ago.
Su Qing'an's eyelashes trembled, and at that moment, she turned around quickly, peach blossoms fell on the hem of her clothes, and she saw a figure in the distance.
He stood under the peach tree, dressed in black and a sword, with a straight back and a mountain of eyebrows, his shoulders covered with frost from the north, looking at her with dark eyes, wildfire in his eyes, it was a trace from a distance, As first seen.
She smiled brightly like the sun.
Jian'an's peach blossoms are blooming, the old man is back.
My fate with too many people in this life is like dew, but with you, it is like an endless river.
(end of this chapter)
