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

   Chapter 180 Lord Hou, he was caught by the beauty outside the room 70

   "Oh, it's not like you don't know about my brother, he's not interested, you can tell me..."

  He gags.

  Those people looked embarrassed and pulled Xie Quyan to ask questions, but they were all put off by him.

   Zhang Nuanyan stood in the distance, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

   If these people want to introduce Xie Xun to his fiancée, what should she do?

  Don't think she doesn't know, these people just look down on her and think she gets in the way.

   Zhang Nuanyan was upset, and her eyes became more and more gloomy and terrifying.

   On the banquet, the tea is staggered.

   "Brother Xie Xun, I respect you." Zhang Nuanyan stood up with a drink in hand, virtuous and virtuous, and her red dress matched Xie Xun, like a newly married man.

  However, Xie Xun didn't respond, his eyelashes didn't move, he leaned against the back of the chair, arrogant.

   "Brother Xun." The more Liu Zhu looked at the two of them, the happier they were. Isn't this a natural couple!

   coughed: "Your sister is toasting you."

   She deliberately emphasized the word sister, reminding Zhang Nuanyan of her identity.

   "Why don't I know when the mother gave birth to another daughter?"

   Liu Zhu froze.

   Zhang Nuanyan's face turned pale.

  Xie Quyan hurriedly rounded up the game and took the wine from Zhang Nuanyan's hand: "Sister, I'll drink, I'll drink!"

   "Thank you, Brother Quyan." Zhang Nuanyan's voice was like a mosquito, which made people feel distressed.

  Xie Quyan has always been the master of Lianxiangxiyu, and felt that Xie Xun was a bit too much, no matter what, there was no need to embarrass Zhang Nuanyan in public.

   But Xie Xun has always been like this, there is nothing special, and it is a fantasy to expect him to accommodate anyone.

  Those side thoughts still haven't disappeared, they all said to Xie Xun to see a fiancée, Zhang Nuanyan vaguely regarded herself as the hostess, and the virtuous refused for Xie Xun.

   Those people didn't say anything on the face, but cursed in their hearts, but she was a poor girl who was adopted by Liu Zhu, what's so great?

   After three rounds of drinking, Xie Xun was also three-point drunk.

   Listening to the hustle and bustle, I only felt that they were noisy, far less leisurely than Chu Yuju's.

  What comes to mind, take out the paper-cuts that are still on your body, and look at them at will.

  Red paper-cut, gentle silhouette.

   "No, Xie Xun, you still look at this kind of gadget, who gave it to you?"

   Xie Quyan drank too much, walked over staggeringly, vaguely saw the outline of a woman, and whistled: "Which little lady is that again?"

  It doesn't matter who gives, it is a miracle that Xie Xun will receive.

  Xie Quyan's words attracted Zhang Nuanyan's eyes, and she suddenly stopped, recognizing who the person above was.

  Xie Xun put the paper cut into his sleeve.

   "I see you're not too drunk."

   Zhang Nuanyan smiled slightly and said actively.

   "This is what Miss Meng gave to brother Xie Xun, right? You can tell at a glance that only Miss Meng can make such gadgets, and other ladies can't. It's amazing."

   As soon as Meng Tangan was mentioned, Liu Zhu remembered the Buddhist scriptures he copied and sneered.

   "Isn't it? She's the only one who can make such worthless things. She really carves lowness into her bones. Which noble girl has such petty air of her? If you want me to say, a slave is a slave, and she is only fit to serve others in her life!"

   The wine cup was buckled on the table, making a sound, neither light nor heavy, which made people feel chills in their hearts, not angry but arrogant.

   Liu Zhu was silent, her face embarrassed.

  Xie Xun got up lightly: "So, I like this kind of thing, but it's also cheap?"

   "How can this be compared?!"

   "Brother Xie Xun, mother, that's not what she meant."

   "Speak with caution."

   The voice fell, and he turned to leave the table.

   Even if Xie Xun really wasn't interested in these gadgets, he wouldn't allow others to say that about Meng Tangan.

  Xie Quyan chased out, carrying two jars of wine: "It was too noisy at the banquet, brother, let's have a drink alone!"

   "That's not called drinking alone."

   "Don't be so particular, just do it."

  Somehow, Xie Xun was in a bad mood today, so he pushed the boat and acquiesced to Xie Quyan's words. Halfway through the drink, he felt that the taste was not right.

   "What kind of wine is this?"

   "Oh, I dug out the two hundred-year-old sake brews buried under the tree. I won't drink it if I don't drink it."

   No wonder he was so excited, Xie Xun snorted and drank the spirits in one gulp.

   At the end of the drink, he was also seven or eight points drunk and had a severe headache. Xie Xun narrowed his eyes, looked at the night sky, and suddenly got up.

   "Where are you going?" Xie Quyan rolled to the ground, vaguely seeing Xie Xun walking away.

   "Chu Yuju."

  The cold wind was howling, the snow was blowing, and it was almost freezing to the core. Xie Xun stepped out of Xu Beihou's mansion. The red clothes were lazy and fierce, and he didn't notice the paper-cuts fluttering in the wind...

   The red paper shadow swirled in the air, fell to the feet of a person, and was picked up.

  Chu Yuju was cold and pure, without the slightest bit of red, the servants were all listless, sighed, and suddenly screamed in shock.

  Xie Xun glanced at the courtyard: "Why are all the things removed?"

  Zha Qiu was horrified, today is New Year's Eve!

  Xie Xun did not stay in Xu Beihou's mansion, but came to Chu Yuju instead. This is going to spread, Meng Tangan will be stabbed in the spine, and even Xie Xun has to be said to be addicted to beauty!

   She knew it all in her heart, and she knew that Xie Xun couldn't come, and now...

   She didn't dare to think deeply. Faced with Xie Xun's question, she naturally didn't dare to say that it was because Meng Tangan was unhappy, so she tore it up and answered tremblingly.

   "Girl, girl thinks these things are not good enough and want to change it."

  Xie Xun listened, thinking that it was because of Meng Tangan's temper that those paper-cut red silks had already been thrown away.

   "What about people?"

   "The girl has rested."

  …

   "Emperor, you're too old, Aijia can't take care of you...I just ask you one thing."

"what?"

   "Don't move Xie Xun."

After the sentence    fell, the bedroom was silent for a long time.

   "In the mother's heart, is the son such a person?" Emperor Yan's eyes darkened.

   "You know what you've done." The Queen Mother sighed deeply, "I'm just a woman. In a hundred years, I look forward to Brother Xun getting married and living a peaceful life."

   "Then why is Xie Xun an ordinary person?! Keeping him will cause endless troubles!"

   "That's what you told me back then."

   Mentioned that in those days, Emperor Yan felt astringent on the tip of his tongue, but he did not regret it.

   He just wants to secure the throne, what is wrong with him!

   "I am your biological son, do you want to never see me again because of that incident?"

   "Buhua is your sister!!" The Queen Mother coughed so hard that she almost coughed up blood, "How can you...how can..."

   "I do all this for Beiyan! A woman's kindness can't make a big deal!" Emperor Yan growled.

   "So you sent her to Nanliang and Qin. Do you know how old the emperor was? A full sixty-one years old! How old was Buhua? She was only sixteen!"

  The Queen Mother no longer dared to recall how her daughter cried in front of her that day: "Emperor Nanliang was desolate, so many young women died in the harem..."

   "Did you ever know that when she was about to begin, she was already—!"

   (end of this chapter)