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

  Chapter 289 Fanwai: Turning over the old accounts, it's late but it's here!

   "It's a rabbit."

   "Does it look good?"

   "Yes, yes, yes, Xie Xiaohou."

  The snow-white jade rabbit on the brocade is not very vivid, but it is also a normal rabbit, neither scribbled nor wild, Meng Tangan is very pleased.

   As expected of her student!

   The voices of the two of them echoed in the bamboo garden. The voices overlapped in the rustling breeze. He embroidered the last stroke on it and said with a smile, "The second time I saw you, you held a rabbit in your arms."

   Meng Tangan narrowed her eyes: "Yes, you said that I was nothing more than that."

  Xie Xun coughed and condemned himself: "I was too blind at the time, very cute, really."

   Turn over the old accounts, be late but never be absent!

   "For the sake of the little rabbit, I'll let you go first."

Occasionally, when he was halfway through embroidering, he would also stick to the woman, tugging at her white headband, wrapping it around his fingertips, unruly, unrestrained, and while she was caught off guard, he propped up his body and quickly moved in front of her. Kissed on the lips.

   "Xie Xun!" she shouted.

   "Any more? Good." Xie Xun sternly leaned over, knelt down and pressed down, pinching her chin with his articulated fingers, and kissed her deeply.

  Meng Tangan fell on the table, the text was scattered all over the place, and he simply stared into his eyes from a close distance: "Slow down, Xun, Lang."

  Sometimes, Xie Xun would suddenly fall towards her. He was obviously so arrogant and arrogant, but he said to her in pain, "Hey...the wrist hurts. It will be better if Tangtang kisses her."

  “???”

   Meng Tangan feels that this dialogue is so familiar!

   "You are not allowed to learn from me!!"

   "It really hurts, what should I do if I can't use force?" He dragged his tail and smiled at her.

   "But my brother hurts me too." Meng Tangan was not resigned to being inferior, and pitifully acted coquettishly at him, "Xiao Langjun hurt me."

   More often, Xie Xun would hold her hand and rub her wrist with gentle movements, like the comfort of a rainy day.

   They embroidered each other's wedding dresses with their own hands. She taught her patiently, and he learned very well. Every question and answer, his voice drifted far away with the wind.

   It was snowing heavily outside the window, the sun was not dry, and the ground was mottled. The two of them got very close unknowingly, and their hair occasionally brushed their hair. They raised their eyes inadvertently, and their eyes met.

  Qi Lou would appear like a ghost at this moment, and quietly shouted in Meng Tang'an's ear: "Don't post it, don't post it!"

  “…”

   After the incident, Qi Lou apologized to Meng Tangan in tears.

"Your embroidery is good, I've never seen you touch needlework before." Qi Lou has seen Meng Tangan play musical instruments, and she is very handy, she has seen her play chess, every step is startling, and she has seen her Danqing, the more time passes, the more The more surprised she is, the more she seems to never see it through, she will always surprise you from time to time, "How can you do anything."

   "Do the best if you want to, and strive for the first place if you want to." Meng Tangan said in a light voice, "The more you learn, the more you will be able to use it."

Meng Tangan used to be eager to make herself perfect. She had ambitions, she wanted to break free from her family of origin, break free from everyone, she had to learn everything, and she had to be satisfied, even sick. Until now, this habit has not changed. .

  Qi Lou does not comment.

   Meng Tangan is really contradictory. Every time he feels that he sees through her, she will show another characteristic.

  Yangchun March, the spring is cold and steep.

  You can't meet three days before the big wedding. Xie Xun personally sent her to the palace, with sweaty palms, solemn and straightforward: "See you on the big wedding, I love you."

Meng Tangan can already accept this sentence now, but it is difficult to respond. The nausea is less, and things are getting better. She stood in the sun and tiptoed kissed his chin: "See you on the big wedding. "

   Xie Xun felt a warm touch on his wrist, something was put on his hand by her.

   is a hand rope, her strands of blue silk are tied with red threads, which are brightly colored.

   "The wedding gift."

  Meng Tangan also learned later that it turns out that a strand of blue silk and a strand of soul can keep people safe for a hundred years, prevent disasters and disasters, and be safe every year.

   Her voice was melodious and clear: "I originally wanted to give it to you on the day of the big wedding. After thinking about it, I should give it in advance. Don't be afraid, I'm always here."

The temperature on the wrist was a little burning, and it spread to the heart. Xie Xun's fingertips touched the hand rope lightly, lest he accidentally break it. Looking at her, the joy in his eyes was pure and sincere. : "Tang Tang, I like it very much, I like it very much."

   Meng Tangan stretched out his hand and raised his sleeves: "Together."

   Her wrist was tied with a red rope!

  Bright red, against the white skin and beautiful wrist bones.

  How could Xie Xun not recognize it? It was the first time he made it up by himself.

   "Didn't you say burn it?"

   "Yeah, I originally wanted to burn it, but someone stopped me." Meng Tang calmed down and said with relief, "Thank him and respect our fate."

   As soon as the voice fell, Xie Xun hugged him into his arms, his breath was filled with each other's breath, and the temperature was just right.

   "Thank him for me." Xie Xun said, "Tangtang, happy wedding."

   They have very similar bracelets tied around their wrists. They are brightly colored in the sun, and they complement each other. When the breeze blows, they sway with them. Lovesickness is endless and endless.

   "I'm not a human being!" Qi Lou shouted, "I'm a pot!! Thank you for the pot that knows magic!"

   "..." Meng Tangan felt that he was a little ill, "I want to tell Xie Xun like this, he will think I am ill."

   "Humph!" Qi Lou proudly lifted the lid of the pot and spilled tea all over the floor.

   March 16, the wedding date is up.

   They embroidered wedding dresses together, missed each other one by one, and gave each other gifts.

   Today.

  Xie Xiaohou Ye rode a horse to greet his relatives, came to marry his wife, and traveled all over Chang'an City.

  Eight carry a large sedan chair, ten miles of red makeup.

   Ming media is getting married, Feng Guanxia!

   This time.

   Meng Tangan dressed up to attend and married her sweetheart.

   "Xie Xun, I'm here to marry you."

  The slender jade hand rested on Xie Xun's hand, and the slim figure was wearing a bright red wedding dress.

   Xie Xun held her hand tightly and responded gently.

  The sun is shining today, Chang'an City is quietly bathed in light and shadow, and a gust of wind through the hall has set off a shock.

   They walked to the lobby step by step, with candles swaying under the embroidered peach blossom lampshades on both sides, bright silk hanging high, red carpets covered, extremely precious, reflecting the elegant and elegant wedding dress.

  This big wedding can reach half of the country, and the whole world knows it. The whole city of Chang'an is entertained, and the guests are full of guests, and the victorious friends are like clouds.

Liu Zhuduan sat on the high hall with a smile on his face, Zhang Nuanyan was by the side, his eyes were slightly sad, and his blessing was sincere. Xie Quyan beat the gongs and drums in person, almost screaming in excitement, and scolded Pei Yanzhi: "Hey, you send What congratulations?"

   (end of this chapter)