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

Chapter 290 Extra Story: Dress up to attend, marry with the person you like

"Paper cutting."

Mrs. Pei looked at the newcomer with a smile, and Pei Yanzhi stood with his hands behind his back, answering Xie Quyan's question.

"What? What kind of gift is this???" Xie Quyan was at a loss, unable to understand but shocked.

Pei Yanzhi didn't speak any more, his eyes were calm.

Tears welled up in the Empress Dowager's eyes, Xia Fu hurriedly comforted her, Liang Xiuyun stood aside, looking very elegant, Cha Qiu calmly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Yang Zhihua and Zhongcao stood together, still hugging their chubby son, the child stared curiously at the newcomer with black grape-like eyes, giggling.

The parrot quacked: "Happy newlyweds." The falcon who heard the bone whistle looked at it with distaste, noble and cold.

More aristocrats and common people from aristocratic families had wedding candies in their hands and witnessed this grand wedding with their own eyes.

"The newlyweds are invited to bow three times and knock down nine times—"

"Worship heaven and earth!"

Xie Xun and Meng Tangan knelt down together and kowtowed three times.

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

The two faced Liu Zhu and kowtowed three times.

"Bye husband and wife!"

They face each other, wearing wedding dresses and red strings tied around their wrists.

With the red hijab hanging down, Meng Tang'an dimly saw the opposite figure, elegant and high-spirited, she was the king of her life, and her heartbeat, no matter how steady it was, became fast at this moment, and her palms were sweating finely, and she kowtowed.

"I'm here, don't be afraid." Amidst the din of everyone's voice, he only looked at her, seeing her dressed up to attend, seeing her phoenix crown and Xiapei, seeing her marrying him, comforting him in a low voice, the voice only she could hear, directly teaching Peace of mind.

"My heart is happy," she said.

"Licheng-"

They bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to get married!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, when the guests are full, talk about the hidden love to the fullest.

Tonight Xie Xun was drunk a lot of wine, his brows and eyes were full of pride, he was slightly drunk, he walked into the wedding room step by step, leaning against the door, looking at the figure in front of the bed, he felt that this life was enough.

How many times, even in dreams, I have to be careful not to think about the picture.

"Tangtang." He walked up to her step by step, and lifted her hijab with his own hands.

Meng Tang'an looked up at him, and smiled, his eyes moved to be guessed.

The two drank a cup of wine together, both of which had the taste of peach blossoms.

When the peach blossoms bloomed this year, he married her back home.

It is March [-]th, and the wedding ceremony is complete.

It is the mutual love between the two, which goes deeper and deeper.

...

Meng Tangan had a dream.

It was so long, it seemed like half a lifetime.

In the dream, there are great mountains and rivers, the city of Chang'an is prosperous, and everything is developing in a good direction.

No one knows the village at the foot of the mountain thousands of miles away. Young children are curled up by the stove, ragged, skinny, and vulnerable to death at any time.

Seven years ago, when Nanliang Palace was in turmoil, Princess Buhua and her newborn little princess died in the fire.

People in the world don't know that the little princess didn't die, she was taken out of the palace by the maidservant, she fled all the way, suffered all kinds of hardships, fell into the trap of Tianmeng Village, and couldn't escape again.

The princess, who was supposed to be a golden branch and jade leaf, became a servant of the Wei family due to twists and turns of fate. From the beginning of consciousness, she lived in the repeated abuse and endless whipping, and could not be freed.

When she was seven years old, the traffickers paid for her, and the Wei family immediately sold her...

As soon as the screen turned, the sunlight tore through the darkness, piercing so hard that people couldn't open their eyes.

She ran and ran on the mountain road, ran a long way, fell down several times, exhausted, but dared not stop, behind her was the trafficker chasing her.

Where should she go?

She doesn't know either.

Until she fell at the boy's feet, crying out as a cub: "Help me."

I don't know who's young boy has just grown up, his body is straight, very dignified, and the red clothes are green and unruly.

The sun was too glaring, she couldn't see his face clearly, no matter how hard she tried to open her eyes.

That feeling was very strange. Meng Tangan knew that she was dreaming, and the person in the dream seemed to be her. She couldn't struggle, couldn't wake up, and watched everything happen. It was like a long process of suffocation on the bottom of the sea, and she couldn't escape drowning.

He held out his hand to her.

The fate of this life is just like this, with countless encounters and countless misses.

"Please, don't hurt him, please, I'll go with you, ah—!"

The boy was alone, but he stood in front of her without hesitation.

The girl knelt on the ground and begged frantically, but was kicked away by the trafficker. Her head was covered in blood, and she was only skinny. She watched the boy sink in the turbulent river. At the last second, he was still following him. She said, "Run."

The sun blinds people's eyes, makes them dizzy, and the world plunges into darkness.

She rolled down the cliff, hit her head on the rock, and woke up again, it was the night of the second day.

Dead silence at night.

The little girl in the muddy white skirt walked unsteadily on the mountain road, instinctively walked along the river, seemed to be thinking about someone, but couldn't remember.

All she knew was that a very important person fell into the river, and she wanted to find him!
Her vision was blurred, and she could see the silhouette of the young man in the middle of the night from a distance, but she couldn't see that face clearly. There was a trace of cautious joy in her eyes, and she murmured indistinctly: "Brother... Thank you."

After the words fell, she passed out, and her white skirt was covered with blood, hanging by the river, like a butterfly with broken wings, drowning in the dark night.

"Young master, why is this man covered in blood? Don't worry about it, let's go."

Lin Zhengyuan stopped in his tracks: "She just... seems to be calling me!"

later.

She was bought back by Lin Zhengyuan.

"What is your name?"

"I forgot."

"From now on, you are the hidden guard of the Lin family."

"it is good."

The seven-year-old child injured her head and doesn't remember anything, only that Lin Zhengyuan saved her, and he is her benefactor in this life.

He almost lost his life because of her and died in the river.

So her fate in this life.

They all belong to Lin Zhengyuan!

She was like a blank sheet of paper, approaching timidly, her eyes full of dependence.

Lin Zhengyuan took her to see the blood and killed someone, making her a knife to stab Xie Xun.

Meng Tangan was 17 years old.

Early autumn, the ninth day of September.

"You have a new mission."

"Kill Xie Xun!"

They loop in a deadlock, never ending well.

Meng Tang'an carefully planned a scam, approached Xie Xun in every possible way, and knelt down in front of Xu Beihou in the dark night of Chang'an City, in a lonely and deep alley: "Help me."

The man was high above, his eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the dimness, and he couldn't see clearly.

No problem.

She already knows.

He was her assassination target.

That year, no one recognized anyone.

Later, Meng Tang'an really became the only woman beside Xu Beihou who was not close to women.

Xie Xun asked for a marriage for her, resisted all the pressure of the world, made three letters and six rituals, and married her!
He never said a word that he loved her.

But he loves her with all his heart.

The young man is full of love in the capital, and he can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

He took her on a horse and drank wine, chatted, and even the brows were full of madness.

On the night before we parted, Xie Xun put the red string on her wrist with his own hands, his eyes were full of tenderness, he wholeheartedly looked forward to the future, and said with a low smile, "Tangtang, wait until I marry you."

(End of this chapter)