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

   Chapter 205 Lord Hou, he was caught by the beauty outside the room 95

   "But if this story really exists, where is the original Meng Tangan? 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 are mixed together in a mess, and it is impossible to distinguish the true from the false. 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 the wedding as scheduled, they fought to the death countless times, and their love was hard to tell.

   "Xie Xun..."

"Um."

"Let's fight." A round of Lengyue exudes a light that is not very soft, the temperature of the bedroom is getting higher, absurd and ambiguous, and the fall is endless, her eyes are red, and she is born with a pair of affectionate trees, and she looks at him without any hesitation, She whispered softly beside Xie Xun, like a blooming poisonous rose, beguiling people into deep desire, "I want you to win."

  Xie Xun smiled, those eyes were bottomless, frivolous, and hoarsely: "I will never lose."

  …

  According to the rules, you can't meet three days before the wedding. Meng Tangan has been living in Xu Beihou's mansion for several months, and she will enter the palace today and marry from the palace.

   For almost half a year, the two have been living together, so suddenly separated and unable to see each other, Xie Xun felt a little weird, and came back from outside without doing much business.

   "Xunlang."

   The sweet and sweet voice of joy sounded, and the man pulled up his white shirt and sat on the swing specially built for her by Wei Jian Pavilion, swaying, and the surrounding peach trees were full of flowers, dancing in the air.

  Xie Xun tucked his left hand into his sleeve, responded calmly, and stepped forward.

   "The wedding is in four days."

   "If I can marry you, Tang An will have no regrets in her life." She sat demurely on the swing, word for word.

  Xie Xun paused, threw her something, and said in a sloppy tone, "Give it to you."

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

   That was actually a blue silk bracelet—

  A strand of hair is wrapped around a red thread. The workmanship is not very delicate, but it is very beautiful. When you put it in the palm of your hand, it will get hot.

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

The tone of    is as arrogant as ever.

   Meng Tangan clenched the blue silk bracelet tightly, stopped imperceptibly for a second or two, threw himself into his arms, raised his head, his eyebrows were more immortal than April peach blossoms.

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

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

   He refused to admit it, and the red clothes were frivolous: "Meng Tangan, the wedding is all for you, don't make an inch."

   He never said he loved her.

there has never been.

   "It's good that I love Xunlang." She rolled her eyes and stretched out her hand, "I like the bracelet very much, you can put it on me."

   One of the wrists was crystal white and greasy, and it looked even better after wearing the red rope. Xie Xun's movements were gentler, and there was a smile in his eyes that he didn't even realize.

  A strand of blue silk tied the wrist.

   Peach blossoms fill the sky.

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

  Xie Xun looked at her.

   "Girls are easy to coax, just say a few soft words to her. Like you are now, you will push people farther and farther."

   "Meng Tangan, if you want me to be nice to you, just say it straight." Xie Xun narrowed his eyes and sneered, "There is no need to beat around the bush, I will consider it."

  “???”

   Meng Tangan finally taught Xie Xun how to fall in love with the person he liked in the future. He really felt that there was no cure for him, and sighed.

   The next second, Xie Xun picked up the person and walked to the pavilion. She wore a blue silk red rope on her wrist, which was very bright.

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

"Um."

   She said a lot, and he responded seriously.

   Leaving Xu Beihou's mansion, it was still the palace where Xie Xun personally sent Meng Tangan to, and the mammy who came to pick him up couldn't stand it any longer, he said.

   "We will get married in three days. You can do whatever you want, Xu Beihou, stop!"

   "You can't bear me?" Meng Tangan smiled like a fox.

   "Who can't bear you." Xie Xun said disdainfully, putting his hands behind his back, "Let's go."

   said that without moving.

  The cold winter has passed, and it is already spring. At sunset, a large area of ​​twilight shrouded the horizon, pulling his shadow diagonally long.

   "Lang Xun, see you at the newlyweds." Meng Tangan hugged him and raised her head, her eyes full of affection.

Not anymore.

   This is the last time they meet.

  Xie Xun lowered his eyes and saw those eyes clearly, his heart was soft and messed up, his usual conceit made him unable to say anything, and in the end he just hummed coldly.

he thinks.

There is ample time.

  The white headband fluttered in the wind and drifted away, and the slender figure completely disappeared from sight, and could not be seen again.

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

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

Xie Xun looked at the serene room, the bright red wedding dresses on the hangers, layers upon layers, phoenix crowns, and the sun came in from the window, the halo was mottled, and the hem of the wedding dress was slightly raised, and it was dazzling and crimson, and it entered him. 's eyes.

He watched for a long time, then stepped forward, slender fingers caressed the wedding dress, his movements were gentle like treating rare treasures, the halo passed between his fingers, he was submerged in the light and shadow, high-spirited, with low eyes, almost overflowing smile .

  The stitches under the fingertips are complicated and delicate, and they are embroidered with thousands of gold.

   Meng Tangan will wear this wedding dress and marry Xie Xun upright.

   It must be beautiful when it arrives.

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

  Recalling the look in Xie Xun's eyes just now looking at the wedding dress, made him startled.

  People in the world say that Xie Xun was only attracted to that stunning face and indulged in beauty, so he did such an act that shocked the entire Chang'an City, and the Israeli servants would definitely not last long.

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

  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 Mansion of the Third Prince.

  ——On the day of the wedding, get the military list in the hands of Xie Xun.

   This is the last order to die.

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

   Meng Tangan wore a hat and turned to leave.

  The temperature in Chang'an in April fluctuates high and low, and in the evening, the spring is cold, and the cool breeze is not gentle, blowing into the bones of people.

   Meng Tangan loves beauty, and there is never a temperature between demeanor and temperature. She wears very thin clothes, fluttering white robes, and the curtain and hat are inadvertently lifted by the wind, revealing stunning and cold eyebrows.

   pierced into one's eyes...

   (end of this chapter)