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

Chapter 182 Master Hou He Was Caught by a Scheming Beauty 72
"When did you come here?" he asked.

"I just came here, looking for you." Meng Tangan was curious, "What are you talking about?"

Xie Xun didn't think of how to tell Meng Tang'an, especially when he thought of the look in her eyes that day, at the end, he prevaricated casually: "It's nothing, it's just business."

"I hear what you're looking for..."

"What is it? I'll help you!" Meng Tang'an leaned forward with a crisp voice.

"You can't help." He lowered his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were dark, and he put his finger on the woman's forehead, "It's cold, go back."

"Oh."

Meng Tangan obediently followed him in, talking happily about many things, completely unable to see that he was crying alone last night.

Xie Xun didn't know where she was talking so much, but she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and even responded more than usual.

Meng Tang'an's smile became brighter and her heart sneered again and again.

She has never seen someone so eager to seek abuse.

It's okay to lose it.

But what a gift.

On the night of Thirty, the news that Xie Xun stayed at Chu Yuju was well suppressed, no one else knew about it except Xu Beihou's residence, so it was inconvenient to stay again on the first day of the new year.

Perhaps it was because of the night of thirty that Meng Tang'an became even more clingy to Xie Xun, expressing his care and admiration without hesitation, and the relationship between the two was unprecedentedly peaceful.

That night, when Xie Xun was taking a bath, Meng Tangan hung his outer clothes on the shelf next to him, and a small thing fell out. She reached out to pick it up, and found that it was the bone whistle she had seen in Bai'an Mountain before, subconsciously I took a look.

"Xun Lang, your thing..."

Xie Xun looked up, his eyes froze.

"Don't touch."

The voice was a little cold.

Meng Tangan froze, he had already walked over and took the black bone whistle from her hand.

"Is it important to you?"

"unimportant."

Xie Xun put away the bone whistle.

"It's not important, so don't let me touch it..." Meng Tang'an whispered, puffing up his face.

Xie Xun didn't coax her this time, and said lightly, "You go out first."

"You're angry?"

"No." Xie Xun still had the same appearance, calm and calm, but Meng Tang'an always felt that there was something behind his smile, making it difficult to see clearly.

Meng Tang'an was also a little angry: "It was dropped just now, I'll help you pick it up, why are you angry at me!"

Xie Xun was in a bad mood and had an arrogant temper. It was impossible to expect him to apologize, so he was silent for a second or two, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was flat: "Tangtang, be obedient."

Meng Tang turned around angrily and left.

Xie Xun stood alone in the bedroom, leaning against the wall, playing with the cold bone whistle in his hand with downcast eyes, his expression was unclear.

It took a while to go out and left Chu Yuju.

"Regarding Mount Gaopeng, rumors have spread." Yang Zhihua whispered.

"Keep an eye on Liang Jian."

"Ok."

He said abruptly, "Meng Tang'an."

"what?"

Xie Xun walked in the snowy night without looking back, his tone was calm: "During this time, follow her, don't let her find out."

Yang Zhihua was dumbfounded.

What does this mean?
Honestly: "About Miss Meng's life experience, it's strange to say, it's too clean, I sent people to Jiangnan, and looked for the old man more than ten years ago, but they said they don't remember."

"After many inquiries, she seems to have been in Tianmeng Village when she was a child, and people have been sent to verify it."

"Tian Meng Village?" Xie Xun's half face was sunk in the shadows, he was cold and proud, "What a coincidence."

Tianmeng Village, besides Gaopeng Mountain, is another place where grain and grass may be stored privately.

"Continue to investigate." He patted the snow on his shoulder.

Master Hou is suspicious of Miss Meng?

But isn't this the person next to him!
"it is good."

"Look at the recent news, make arrangements, I will go to Mount Gaopeng in a few days."

"It's too dangerous! You can't help it, Gao Pengshan is very chaotic recently, you go at this time..."

"I can only go because of the chaos."

While they were talking, the Third Prince's Mansion.

"Something went wrong." Someone hurried in and said something.

Liang Jian stood up abruptly.

After a while, I went to Lin's mansion.

I walked too fast and accidentally bumped into someone.

"Are you okay?"

The man shook his head.

Liang Jian glanced at her, feeling familiar: "Are you Lin Han's servant?"

Cong Lian said softly, "I have seen the third prince."

Liang Jian nodded, strode forward, and didn't stay behind.

Cong Lian stood where she was, looking at his back for a long time.

The passing nanny urged: "What are you doing Leng Na? Hurry up and work!"

Since this day, Xie Xun has not been to Chu Yuju for the next seven days, which has never happened before, especially in recent days, the two of them are very good.

Cha Qiu was worried.

Like their way of getting along with each other for three days, a small quarrel and five days, she was really worried that a crack would really break out one day, and it would be hard to close the water.

"Girl, you also know Lord Hou's temperament, but he is not forgiving. If you give him up, this matter will be over."

"Why do I have to accommodate him every time?"

Every time, she is regressing and compromising.

Cha Qiu was silent, and said softly, "Some things are destined to be unequal."

In Meng Tang'an's heart, she wanted to kiss her baby, hug her and hold her high, without showing it on her face, and immersed herself in her own script.

"At this time, Lord Hou should be leaving Dali Temple soon."

After being quiet for a long time, Meng Tang'an pulled off Zha Qiu's sleeve aggrievedly, and asked sadly, "Do I look good now?"

Cha Qiu laughed: "It's pretty, girls are the prettiest."

She brought a cloak for the girl, and put it on her shoulders. A person who is usually plain and simple, after putting on a bright red cloak, she looks extraordinarily delicate, like a fairy.

Dali Temple is solemn and solemn.

The woman in the black hair and red shirt, the cloak fluttering with the wind, and the snowflakes fell, standing in the ice and snow, with a pair of autumn ink pupils looking at the direction not far away.

The guards didn't let Meng Tangan in, nor did they want to communicate. She could only stand outside and wait. It took about half an hour before someone came out.

Her eyes lit up, she stood on tiptoe subconsciously, looked nervously and apprehensively, her body was a little stiff from the cold, even the fingertips hidden in her sleeves were blue from the cold, her joints were delicate and white, and she handed it over carefully. He breathed on his lips.

The one who came out was a young man, he looked young, dressed in a stern, dark blue robe, his profile was stern and ruthless, with a bit of bloody smell.

Not Xie Xun.

Meng Tangan pursed her lips, her eyelashes drooped, and she looked away.

A long distance away, under heavy snow, Shaoqing of Dali Temple walked out, subconsciously looked sideways, and looked sharply.

The figure in the distance is thin and weak, wearing a red cloak, it belongs to the daughter's house, the hem of the clothes is blown by the wind, and the white snow is falling on the shoulders, looking at her delicately, frowning sadly, tenderly, and late.

Slim and graceful, with a full waist, delicate and sick all over, standing in the snowy world, it seems that the wind will come.

The wide bright red hood was buttoned on the top of the hair, and the soft snow-white fox fur surrounded the skin, almost covering the palm-sized face.

- Delicate and precious.

Pei Yanzhi couldn't see what she looked like, but felt that she shouldn't appear in such a place.

With clear eyebrows and a cold voice: "Who is that?"

(End of this chapter)