Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 205 Master Hou He Was Caught by a Scheming Beauty 95
"But if this story really exists, where is the original Meng Tang'an? What role does she play in this story? What is her relationship with Xie Xun?"

Qi Lou was confused by a series of questions: "I don't know."

These lines were mixed together in a mess, and it was impossible to tell the truth from the fake. Meng Tangan couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think about it.

Everything has a cause and effect.

In the first three months of their big wedding as scheduled, they had fought to death countless times, and their love was hard to distinguish.

"Xie Xun..."

"Ah."

"Go and fight." A round of cold moon exuded a not-so-soft light, the temperature in the bedroom was getting higher and higher, absurd and ambiguous, and she kept falling. Her eyes were red, and she was born with a pair of affectionate woods. She looked at him without any shyness. Whispering softly beside Xie Xun, like a poisonous rose in full bloom, bewitching people into deep desire, "I want you to win."

Xie Xun smiled, his eyes were bottomless, he was frivolous and reckless, and said in a hoarse voice, "I will never lose."

...

According to the rules, they cannot meet each other three days before the wedding. Meng Tang'an has been living in the Xu Beihou's Mansion for the past few months, and is about to enter the palace today and get married from the palace.

For nearly half a year, the two had been living together, and Xie Xun felt a little weird when they were separated so suddenly and couldn't see each other. He came back from outside without doing much business.

"Xun Lang."

A joyful and sweet voice sounded, the man gathered his white shirt, sat on the swing specially built for her in Weijian Pavilion, swayed, and the surrounding peach trees were full of flowers, dancing in the air.

Xie Xun tucked his left hand in his sleeve, responded calmly, and walked forward.

"The wedding is in four days."

"Being able to marry you, Tang An has no regrets in this life." She sat on the swing quietly, word for word.

Xie Xun paused, threw something to her, and said in a casual tone, "Here you are."

"What?" Meng Tangan was stunned, subconsciously caught it, and carefully held it in his hand.

That was actually a blue silk bracelet——

A strand of hair is wrapped with a red thread. The workmanship is not very delicate, but it looks good. When it is held in the palm of the hand, it feels a little hot.

Her lips fluttered, and before she could say anything, Xie Xun said casually: "I heard that your daughter's family likes this, it's so childish, but I just happen to have time."

The tone was as arrogant as ever.

Meng Tang'an clenched the blue silk bracelet, paused imperceptibly for a second or two, threw herself into his arms, raised her head, her eyebrows and eyes were more immortal and brighter than April's peach blossoms.

"Xie Xun, do you love me a little bit?"

Every word fell into Xie Xun's ear, causing him to stop suddenly, and pushed her away in the next second: "Heh... what are you talking about?"

He refused to admit it, and said frivolously in red: "Meng Tang'an, the wedding is all given to you, don't push yourself too far."

He never said he loved her.

there has never been.

"I love Xun Lang." She bent her eyes and stretched out her hand, "I like the bracelet very much, please put it on for me."

A section of the wrist was crystal white and greasy, and it looked even more beautiful after wearing the red string. Xie Xun moved a little more gently, and there was a smile in his eyes that he didn't realize.

A strand of blue silk tied the wrist.

The sky is full of peach blossoms.

"Xie Xun." She said without beginning or end, "Don't be cruel to girls in the future."

Xie Xun looked at her.

"Girls are easy to coax. You just need to talk softly to her. Like you are now, you will push people further and further away."

"Meng Tang'an, just tell me if you want me to treat you well." Xie Xun narrowed his eyes and sneered, "There's no need to beat around the bush, I'll think about it."

"???"

After Meng Tang'an had a hard time, he kindly taught Xie Xun how to fall in love with the person he likes in the future. Now he really felt that he was hopeless, so he sighed.

The next second, Xie Xun picked her up and walked towards the pavilion. She was wearing a blue silk red string on her wrist, which was very bright and tender.

"Next time, don't make me say I'm sad, because I'm really sad when I say it, you have to coax me before that, and, you..."

"Ah."

She said a lot, and he responded seriously.

Leaving Xubeihou's mansion, it was the palace where Xie Xun personally sent Meng Tang'an to, the nanny who came to pick him up couldn't stand it anymore, he said.

"We'll be married in three days, and then you can do whatever you want, Xu Beihou, stop!"

"Don't you want me?" Meng Tang'an smiled like a fox.

"Who doesn't want you." Xie Xun said disdainfully, with his hands behind his back, "Let's go."

As he said so, his body didn't move.

After the cold winter passed, it was already full of spring. At sunset, a large area of ​​evening light shrouded the sky, stretching his shadow obliquely.

"Xun Lang, see you as a newlywed." Meng Tangan hugged him, raised his head, his eyes were full of affection.

Not anymore.

This is the last time they see each other.

Xie Xun lowered his eyes and saw those eyes clearly, his heart was so soft that he was in a mess, his usual conceit made him unable to say anything, in the end he just hummed indifferently.

he thinks.

There is ample time.

The white hair band fluttered with the wind, and gradually drifted away, and the slender figure completely disappeared from sight, and was no longer visible.

Xie Xun stood there for a long time, then left this time and went to the Ministry of Rites.

He is already a regular visitor to the Ministry of Rites, Shang Shu was not surprised at all, and told Xie Xun about the preparations for the big wedding.

Xie Xun looked at the quiet room, the bright red wedding gowns quietly hung on the hangers, layer upon layer, phoenix crowns and xiapei, the sun came in from the window, the halo was mottled, and the hem of the wedding dress was slightly raised, shining crimson, swaying into him fundus.

He looked at it for a long time, then walked forward step by step, caressing the wedding dress with his slender fingers, his movements were gentle as if treating a rare treasure, the halo passed between his fingers, he sank in the light and shadow, full of vigor, his eyes were lowered, and a smile almost overflowed .

The stitches and threads under the fingertips are complicated and delicate, with all the painstaking efforts, embroidered with thousands of gold.

Meng Tang'an will wear this wedding dress and marry Xie Xun in an upright manner.

It must be beautiful then.

When Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites came in, he was stunned for a moment, and he didn't dare to disturb him, so he backed out again.

Thinking back to the way Xie Xun looked at the wedding dress just now, he was startled.

Everyone in the world said that Xie Xun was only attracted to that stunning face and was indulging in beauty, so he did such an act that shocked the entire Chang'an city, serving people with color will definitely not last long.

But the entire Ministry of Rites knew that Xie Xun went back and forth to the Ministry of Rites hundreds of times during the three months of the wedding.

People who have always been romantic and proud attach more importance to this wedding than anyone else.

The day before the big wedding, Meng Tangan was not in the palace, but in the third prince's mansion.

—— On the day of the wedding, I got the military list from Xie Xun.

This is the last dead order.

Lin Zhengyuan said gently: "Tang An, don't let me down."

Meng Tangan put on a veiled hat, turned and left.

In April, the temperature in Chang'an fluctuates from high to low, and at night, the spring is cold, and the cool wind is not gentle, blowing into the bones of the people.

Meng Tang'an loves beauty, there is never any difference between demeanor and temperature, she wears very thin clothes, with fluttering white skirts, and her veil is inadvertently lifted by the wind, revealing her stunning and cold eyes.

Piercing heavily into one person's eyes...

(End of this chapter)