The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me Chapter 990

  Daliang Dynasty.

  Winter of the nineteenth year forever.

  In the deep forest, heavy snow overturned.

  All the guards are doing their best to hunt down a wolf, galloping their horses.

   That was a gift handpicked by His Majesty to Princess Zhaoyi.

  Princess Zhaoyi asked for it herself.

She doesn't want a thousand taels of gold, a good house and a good horse. In front of everyone at the palace banquet, the eight-year-old girl was dressed in white, with a wooden hairpin in her hair, and said with a gentle smile, "Zhaoyi wants to raise her." A wolf."

   shocked everyone.

   It seems that no one can imagine that a child will be resourceful, quick-witted, and make great contributions to the political affairs of managing the floods in the south of the Yangtze River.

   Speaking of the story of Princess Zhaoyi, she really climbed out of the bone-like forest step by step.

  Monster, the guard thought to himself.

  It's a pity, he is born weak and depends on medicine, so he may be short-lived and won't live long.

  It has gone deep into the mountains for hundreds of miles, and no wild lone wolf has been caught yet.

   "Princess." The chief guard walked up to her and shook his head slightly.

The snow was flying heavily, submerging the thousand-year-old trees. An eight or nine-year-old girl was standing in the depths of the forest with her arms folded. She wore a snow-white white dress and a red fox cloak with a thick and ancient charm. Against the backdrop of her pale and sickly skin, she still couldn't stop her. Live in a body that is so thin that only bones are left.

   "Didn't you find it?" Her voice was soft and soft, accompanied by a suppressed and weak cough, which could not be resisted, "It's okay, continue."

  Princess Zhaoyi said to continue, so she had to continue.

   Didn't catch it, don't go back.

  Su Qing quietly looked at the green hills in the distance. Her black hair reached her waist, and the wind blew across Lingding's slender neck. There was also a vermilion tear mole under the corner of her right eye, adding a touch of coquettishness to her gentle face.

  Standing at that time, it looked like an old painting of an ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, full of compassion, like a banished fairy.

  It's a pity that those eyes are the ashes of the fire, hiding deep ambition and cruel killing.

   is the noblest desire for power.

  The imperial guards searched the mountains for a whole day, and finally found a wolf before dark!

  The next thing is the hunting and hunting—

  The howling of wolves pierced the top of the mountain, and the snow fell more and more. There is no moon on the top of the mountain tonight, and it should be a night of ghosts.

   But whatever Su Qingan wants, she will do whatever it takes to get it.

   "It's windy at night, the princess is afraid she won't be able to bear it, why don't you go back first."

  The chief guard persuaded, lest something happen to this precious princess, they couldn't afford it.

   "I want to see it with my own eyes." Su Qingan said calmly, with royal dignity, "My pet."

  The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the footsteps are chaotic and pressing.

  The wolf is howling, and the hunter is chasing.

  Princess Zhaoyi is riding on a steed, with snowy light flowing on her body, like a Buddha statue enshrined in a temple.

   Half a piece of jade face, stunningly beautiful.

   secretly…

  The habitat of wolves.

  A pair of cold eyes watched this scene.

  Under the heavy snow, it was full of murderous intentions, blood, and ferocity. Those were a pair of human eyes, but they had no human emotions at all.

  In places where the snow does not shine, four or five-year-old wolf cubs live among wolves, are raised by female wolves, and grow wildly.

  He knelt down on one knee, pressed against the dead wood, making no sound at all, which was frightening.

  That immature and green face, the straight curvature of the bridge of the nose at first sight, hidden in the shadows, is cold-blooded and numb that does not match the age.

   Pupils are like wolves.

   Eyes on Su Qingan.

  Aggression permeated silently.

  The howling sound overflowed from the throat, conveying some information, the adult wild wolf slowly climbed up the young boy's back, and rubbed his face affectionately with its wolf ears.

  The four or five-year-old child tilted his head, under the slender eyelashes, the pupils revealed animal cruelty, and clearly had a soft and vivid face.

  The voice is dry and hoarse.

   "Kill her."

  The adult silver wolf roared, his dark green pupils looked at him, and behind him was a pack of wolves.

far away.

  Su Qingan frowned when she realized it, and looked up. The wind passed by Linshao, and the snow was heavy, so she didn't see anything.

  The little girl's bright red cloak and snow-white skirt are extremely quiet and charming.

  She walked over step by step.

  The snow-white and expensive brocade boots stepped on the ground, leaving deep and shallow footprints on the snow, making a slight creaking sound.

   One step, two steps.

   approaching...

   Just then, a voice came from behind.

   "Princess, the wolf has caught it!"

  Su Qingan stopped, turned around, and looked over.

She has the most gentle eyes, but they are full of the fiercest ambition in the world. Looking at the **** wolf cub, she disregarded the dissuasion of the guards and approached it without hesitation. All bloodlines are starting to get excited.

   "Little guy." She smiled sweetly, her voice was still immature, "I caught you."

   "Ow—" The cub screamed ferociously, dying, its green crystal eyes fixed on Su Qing'an.

  She held out her hand.

  The face of the guard next to him changed drastically: "Princess!"

  Su Qingan told him to shut up.

  The wolf bit her wrist fiercely. She frowned and opened its jaw abruptly, her voice was very soft: "Bite, let's see if I have a short life, or you die first, huh? Little beast."

   This wolf is spiritual and can understand her words.

   Stalemate, dead silence.

  In the mountains, there is only cold and windy, devastated.

  There was no moon in that night.

  Later, Princess Zhaoyi and the imperial army left the forest, and the footprints of the horses were covered by heavy snow. Behind him, a wolf boy came out of the shadows, surrounded by a pack of wolves.

  Snowflakes fell on his long black eyelashes, showing the cruelty of ignorant killing.

  That year, the mountains were covered by heavy snow, and the bright moon was rarely seen.

  Ten years later.

  Yonglin twenty-ninth year summer and July.

  Daliang is prosperous, and Kyoto is prosperous.

  At the feet of the Son of Heaven, three thousand lamps are always bright.

  The road from Jian'an City to Luoyang has continuous mountains.

   It was a natural disaster, and the fields were dry. Princess Zhaoyi lived in the temple for a long time, eating fast and praying to Buddha, praying for good weather in Daliang, and God bless Daliang.

  Praying for blessings day and night, on the day when the princess ascended the altar, the heavy rain was coming, and everyone said that the princess was sincere and moved God.

  Two days later, Princess Fengjia departed from Gusu Temple in Luoyang and returned to Kyoto.

  No one knows that chanting Buddha's name is to avoid disasters, and praying for blessings is a calculation. The right time, the right place, and the people are all calculated with her, and she plans carefully to win thousands of miles, only for one day to ascend to the bone-like throne.

  No accident, this Luoyang, she will not come again.

  Su Qingan leaned against the carriage in a good mood, raised the curtain with bare hands and looked out, with tears and moles in the corners of her eyes, gentle and beautiful, with a bodhisattva heart.

  The sun shines on half of her face, showing a morbid and illusory beauty.

  She was too weak to be blown by the wind, so she lowered the curtain.

at the same time.

   An ingot of silver was placed on the wine table, and the young man left with a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his hand. He rode his horse galloping along Luoyang Road, and the wind lifted his clothes, hunting wildly.

  Looking on the sidelines, clapping hands and laughing at the madness, what's wrong with being sparse, what's wrong with being crazy?

  The horse's hooves were raised high and then lowered, stepping across Luoyang Road, splashing dust all over the ground.

  A black suit, a sword, and a jug of wine.

  He is a chivalrous man with a clear heart.

   On the day Su Qingan left Luoyang, it was a beautiful day and a pleasure to watch.

  The young man on the horse and the princess's phoenix passed each other on the long street.

   "Princess Zhaoyi."

  In the distance, the young man looked back on horseback, his brows were cold, his chivalry was tough, and his youthful spirit, he was naturally incomparable, as high as the sky.

  Those pure black wolf eyes reflected the bustling Luoyang Street and Princess Luanjia.

   Cen Zhou didn't care much about looking away, unfamiliar and alienated, lowered his head, and saw the beggar who was timidly raising his head: "Brother, can you buy me a bun?"

  The young man turned around on horseback, threw him a few taels of silver, and said in a low voice, "Go buy it."

  He was born free, grew up in the rivers and lakes, and loved without fear.

   "Princess Zhaoyi." The maid beside her called out, "The wind is strong, the princess must not catch a cold."

  Su Qing'an narrowed her eyes slightly, and agreed, but lazily retracted her gaze, closed her eyes and rested her mind.

  One person walks towards imperial power and wealth, and the other walks towards high mountains and far away places.

  Mountain birds and fish have different paths, why should we have known each other when we met.

  At this time, they still don't know that their fate will be connected together in the early spring of the 32nd year of Eternal Prominence, a fateful miss, and a destined reunion.

  After a long time, no one should bow their heads.

  Yonglin forty-five years autumn.

  At the border, the sky is full of yellow sand, and a sword is frosty and cold, cutting through the boundless mountains and rivers.

  The general and I took off our battle robes, and a hundred generations of practitioners were able to sleep together.

after that.

   In the high hall of the king, a knight-errant travels in the rivers and lakes.

   Dongxue cannot replace the white head, and the mountains and rivers will finally meet again from then on.

  90,000 miles of mountains stretch continuously, and guests come from afar, which is their unswerving fate until death.

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