Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me
Chapter 177 Master Hou He Was Caught by a Scheming Beauty 67
Chapter 177 Master Hou He Was Caught by a Scheming Beauty 67
The waist leaning against the edge of the cold table is soft and greasy, the white shirt is cold and thin, and three thousand blue silks are spread out. The man actively wraps around his neck, nods, and the ending sound is sweet: "Mmm..."
Neck, waist, wrists, ankles.
Everything is white and thin, and it will break with a little force, revealing a cold and lonely brokenness.
"Meng Tang'an, Ben Hou said something wrong." Xie Xun said hoarsely, with a half-smile.
"What?"
"I do, will be swayed by desire."
For example, his first thought when he saw Meng Tangan was to tear her apart.
"Will Xu Beihou be swayed by Tang An?" Meng Tang'an's voice was melodious and captivating.
"That depends on how long Tangtang will cry tonight."
The moon was in the middle of the sky, and Xue Ni's wrist was unable to hang down.
On the second day, Meng Tang'an didn't get out of bed for almost the whole day, and even stayed on the bed to eat, Xie Xun fed her in one gulp.
"It still hurts?"
"It's all blue." Meng Tang'an complained, her nose was red and her voice was hoarse and pitiful.
"Let me take a look." Xie Xun held the woman's ankle and lifted her clothes. Her skin was white, delicate and delicate, and the bruises on her knees were shocking. He frowned, rubbed her gently, and smiled softly, "Why? So squeamish."
"It's not just this pain..." Meng Tang'an leaned there with loose clothes, looking pitiful, and said angrily, "Xie Xun is a bastard."
After such a long time interval, Xie Xun did not know how to restrain himself, but he did not expect it to be so serious: "Well, I was wrong."
Meng Tang'an really didn't want to talk to him.
Afterwards, Xie Xun coaxed her for several days before returning to a smiling face.
This year's New Year came early, and soon after was the emperor's birthday, Chang'an City was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and it was bustling with activity.
A few days before the New Year's Eve, even Chu Yuju put up window grilles, which were full of fireworks.
Meng Tang'an is teaching Xie Xun to cut window grilles, his movements are delicate and skillful, and his profile is very gentle.
Xie Xun doesn't have so many things to do every time he celebrates the holidays, as usual, he doesn't want to be tossed by Meng Tang'an, who has no patience to hook her hair.
"What's the use of making these? Just let the servants do it."
"How can this be the same!" Meng Tangan glared at him and knocked off Xie Xun's hand, "You don't understand at all."
"Success, it's my fault again."
Xie Xun looked at Meng Tang'an's actions, and didn't understand how she made such a big move, but since she was willing, Xie Xun just let her go, they were all small things, harmless, and didn't take it to heart.
Chu Yuju was deserted in the past, how could it be as lively as it is now?
Xie Xun is here, and raising such a charming person again, it can be said to be decorated, and everyone is happy in his heart.
Seeing this, the servants serving in the bedroom retreated in unison.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the sky is white, the cold wind blows outside the window, tearing the air, and the bedroom is burning with good charcoal fire, which is as warm as early spring.
"Does it look good?" Meng Tangan carefully picked up the red paper-cut and showed it to Xie Xun. His eyes were curved and bright, full of joy, hiding his daughter's little thoughts, "It's you."
Xie Xun looked down, the paper-cut was beautiful and lifelike, outlining his demeanor, leaning on Hongmei, talking and laughing happily.
"Our Tangtang is really skillful." He pulled Meng Tangan into his arms and kissed her earlobe.
Meng Tangan could feel his disinterest, pursed her lips, and pushed him.
"Be serious."
"Isn't that serious enough?" Xie Xun's tone was unclear.
Meng Tang'an obviously thought of something, his cheeks were flushed, and there was a trace of hope in his eyes: "Aren't you really going to learn? I'll teach you."
Xie Xun could see what she meant, and rubbed his jade wrench finger.
"It's enough for me to see Tangtang, how can I tell other thoughts."
Even refusal seemed affectionate.
Meng Tang'an could tell that he was not interested and was a little disappointed, so he didn't say anything.
She was busy, Xie Xun watched her busy, he could see all the facial features and expressions in his eyes, often he would not participate, it was like this for several days in a row.
Meng Tangan cut a lot of paper-cuts, all kinds of flowers, plants, portraits and beautiful scenery, and pasted them on the window.
On the day before thirty, when Xie Xun came over, he walked up to him with his hands behind his back, and handed him a piece of paper-cut.
"No, for you."
The person on the paper-cut looks at the red plums outside the window, the corners of the eyes and brows are gentle.
Xie Xun was stunned for a moment, just took it as her little thought, took it and fiddled with it, and asked casually, "Why do you think of doing this?"
"I heard that people who have each other's paper-cuts on New Year's Eve will be together every year, and of course we can't miss it."
Meng Tangan was pure Chicheng, tapped the paper-cut in Xie Xun's hand, and placed another paper-cut on the table.
"This is yours and this is mine."
Xie Xun couldn't help feeling a little funny: "Just for this?"
The tone was a bit contemptuous, Meng Tangan was annoyed, and stared at him: "What do you mean?"
"How old are you, why do you still believe it? I'm afraid I was deceived by someone." Xie Xun put the paper-cut on the table and tapped his fingers.
"You were deceived! It's true!"
It looked really angry, Xie Xun didn't expect to offend her with a single sentence, although he didn't think so, but he swallowed that nonsense after all.
"Ah."
"It's really spiritual, and it will bless people to unite and grow together."
Meng Tangan was a little sad, and told Xie Xun earnestly and persistently.
She seldom spoke like this, and once she did, it was the truth.
When those words fell on his ears, Xie Xun paused for a moment, and hugged him in his arms: "Who did you listen to?"
Xie Xun heard this kind of words fresh, no one has ever said this in front of him.
A total of whiteheads...
He never thought about it.
"Folk customs, it's better to believe in something than nothing. What if I'm lucky and it becomes true?"
She was born delicate and weak, like a crabapple flower in full bloom, her brows are full of lingering affection, she should be born precious and delicate, and be held in the palm of her hand and cared for carefully.
The satisfied eyes were full of sincerity, Xie Xun stared at her for a moment, avoided her eyes, didn't care, lowered his eyelashes casually, and pinched the woman's face.
"It's better to believe in me than to believe in these."
He never believed in any illusory theory of ghosts and gods, traditional customs, these are dispensable to Xie Xun, not worth mentioning.
Meng Tang'an couldn't explain it to Xie Xun, so he had to say: "You have to take good care of it, and don't lose it."
"Okay, I'll listen to Tangtang." Xie Xun put the paper-cut into his sleeve, "Satisfied?"
Meng Tangan snorted, was kissed by Xie Xun, and ran away struggling: "I'm still busy..."
This busy work lasted until the evening, she and the servants had a quarrel, Xie Xun calmly looked at the figure in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
It could be seen that Meng Tangan was really happy, and he even told him what he was going to do when he was having dinner.
"Dumplings are definitely indispensable on New Year's Eve. I will make dumplings for you tomorrow. I have learned a lot from Qiuqiu. I will definitely not let you down. We can hang up lanterns and set off firecrackers tomorrow. Let's watch the year together..."
"Meng Tang'an." Xie Xun suddenly called her name.
(End of this chapter)
The waist leaning against the edge of the cold table is soft and greasy, the white shirt is cold and thin, and three thousand blue silks are spread out. The man actively wraps around his neck, nods, and the ending sound is sweet: "Mmm..."
Neck, waist, wrists, ankles.
Everything is white and thin, and it will break with a little force, revealing a cold and lonely brokenness.
"Meng Tang'an, Ben Hou said something wrong." Xie Xun said hoarsely, with a half-smile.
"What?"
"I do, will be swayed by desire."
For example, his first thought when he saw Meng Tangan was to tear her apart.
"Will Xu Beihou be swayed by Tang An?" Meng Tang'an's voice was melodious and captivating.
"That depends on how long Tangtang will cry tonight."
The moon was in the middle of the sky, and Xue Ni's wrist was unable to hang down.
On the second day, Meng Tang'an didn't get out of bed for almost the whole day, and even stayed on the bed to eat, Xie Xun fed her in one gulp.
"It still hurts?"
"It's all blue." Meng Tang'an complained, her nose was red and her voice was hoarse and pitiful.
"Let me take a look." Xie Xun held the woman's ankle and lifted her clothes. Her skin was white, delicate and delicate, and the bruises on her knees were shocking. He frowned, rubbed her gently, and smiled softly, "Why? So squeamish."
"It's not just this pain..." Meng Tang'an leaned there with loose clothes, looking pitiful, and said angrily, "Xie Xun is a bastard."
After such a long time interval, Xie Xun did not know how to restrain himself, but he did not expect it to be so serious: "Well, I was wrong."
Meng Tang'an really didn't want to talk to him.
Afterwards, Xie Xun coaxed her for several days before returning to a smiling face.
This year's New Year came early, and soon after was the emperor's birthday, Chang'an City was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and it was bustling with activity.
A few days before the New Year's Eve, even Chu Yuju put up window grilles, which were full of fireworks.
Meng Tang'an is teaching Xie Xun to cut window grilles, his movements are delicate and skillful, and his profile is very gentle.
Xie Xun doesn't have so many things to do every time he celebrates the holidays, as usual, he doesn't want to be tossed by Meng Tang'an, who has no patience to hook her hair.
"What's the use of making these? Just let the servants do it."
"How can this be the same!" Meng Tangan glared at him and knocked off Xie Xun's hand, "You don't understand at all."
"Success, it's my fault again."
Xie Xun looked at Meng Tang'an's actions, and didn't understand how she made such a big move, but since she was willing, Xie Xun just let her go, they were all small things, harmless, and didn't take it to heart.
Chu Yuju was deserted in the past, how could it be as lively as it is now?
Xie Xun is here, and raising such a charming person again, it can be said to be decorated, and everyone is happy in his heart.
Seeing this, the servants serving in the bedroom retreated in unison.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the sky is white, the cold wind blows outside the window, tearing the air, and the bedroom is burning with good charcoal fire, which is as warm as early spring.
"Does it look good?" Meng Tangan carefully picked up the red paper-cut and showed it to Xie Xun. His eyes were curved and bright, full of joy, hiding his daughter's little thoughts, "It's you."
Xie Xun looked down, the paper-cut was beautiful and lifelike, outlining his demeanor, leaning on Hongmei, talking and laughing happily.
"Our Tangtang is really skillful." He pulled Meng Tangan into his arms and kissed her earlobe.
Meng Tangan could feel his disinterest, pursed her lips, and pushed him.
"Be serious."
"Isn't that serious enough?" Xie Xun's tone was unclear.
Meng Tang'an obviously thought of something, his cheeks were flushed, and there was a trace of hope in his eyes: "Aren't you really going to learn? I'll teach you."
Xie Xun could see what she meant, and rubbed his jade wrench finger.
"It's enough for me to see Tangtang, how can I tell other thoughts."
Even refusal seemed affectionate.
Meng Tang'an could tell that he was not interested and was a little disappointed, so he didn't say anything.
She was busy, Xie Xun watched her busy, he could see all the facial features and expressions in his eyes, often he would not participate, it was like this for several days in a row.
Meng Tangan cut a lot of paper-cuts, all kinds of flowers, plants, portraits and beautiful scenery, and pasted them on the window.
On the day before thirty, when Xie Xun came over, he walked up to him with his hands behind his back, and handed him a piece of paper-cut.
"No, for you."
The person on the paper-cut looks at the red plums outside the window, the corners of the eyes and brows are gentle.
Xie Xun was stunned for a moment, just took it as her little thought, took it and fiddled with it, and asked casually, "Why do you think of doing this?"
"I heard that people who have each other's paper-cuts on New Year's Eve will be together every year, and of course we can't miss it."
Meng Tangan was pure Chicheng, tapped the paper-cut in Xie Xun's hand, and placed another paper-cut on the table.
"This is yours and this is mine."
Xie Xun couldn't help feeling a little funny: "Just for this?"
The tone was a bit contemptuous, Meng Tangan was annoyed, and stared at him: "What do you mean?"
"How old are you, why do you still believe it? I'm afraid I was deceived by someone." Xie Xun put the paper-cut on the table and tapped his fingers.
"You were deceived! It's true!"
It looked really angry, Xie Xun didn't expect to offend her with a single sentence, although he didn't think so, but he swallowed that nonsense after all.
"Ah."
"It's really spiritual, and it will bless people to unite and grow together."
Meng Tangan was a little sad, and told Xie Xun earnestly and persistently.
She seldom spoke like this, and once she did, it was the truth.
When those words fell on his ears, Xie Xun paused for a moment, and hugged him in his arms: "Who did you listen to?"
Xie Xun heard this kind of words fresh, no one has ever said this in front of him.
A total of whiteheads...
He never thought about it.
"Folk customs, it's better to believe in something than nothing. What if I'm lucky and it becomes true?"
She was born delicate and weak, like a crabapple flower in full bloom, her brows are full of lingering affection, she should be born precious and delicate, and be held in the palm of her hand and cared for carefully.
The satisfied eyes were full of sincerity, Xie Xun stared at her for a moment, avoided her eyes, didn't care, lowered his eyelashes casually, and pinched the woman's face.
"It's better to believe in me than to believe in these."
He never believed in any illusory theory of ghosts and gods, traditional customs, these are dispensable to Xie Xun, not worth mentioning.
Meng Tang'an couldn't explain it to Xie Xun, so he had to say: "You have to take good care of it, and don't lose it."
"Okay, I'll listen to Tangtang." Xie Xun put the paper-cut into his sleeve, "Satisfied?"
Meng Tangan snorted, was kissed by Xie Xun, and ran away struggling: "I'm still busy..."
This busy work lasted until the evening, she and the servants had a quarrel, Xie Xun calmly looked at the figure in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
It could be seen that Meng Tangan was really happy, and he even told him what he was going to do when he was having dinner.
"Dumplings are definitely indispensable on New Year's Eve. I will make dumplings for you tomorrow. I have learned a lot from Qiuqiu. I will definitely not let you down. We can hang up lanterns and set off firecrackers tomorrow. Let's watch the year together..."
"Meng Tang'an." Xie Xun suddenly called her name.
(End of this chapter)
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