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

  Chapter 290 Extra: Dress up to attend, marry and love someone

   "Paper cut."

   Mrs. Pei smiled and looked at the newcomer, Pei Yanzhi stood with his hands behind his back and answered Xie Quyan's question.

   "What? What gift is this???" Xie Quyan was at a loss, not understanding but shocked.

   Pei Yanzhi did not speak any more, his eyes were calm.

  The Queen Mother was full of tears, Xia Fu was busy comforting her, Liang Xiuyun stood by the side, she was very elegant, Cha Qiu's eyes were calm, and she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

  Yang Zhihua and Zhongcao stood together, holding their chubby son, who stared curiously at the newcomer with black grape-like eyes, giggling.

   The parrot quaked, "Happy newlyweds." The Falcon, who had heard the bone whistle, looked at it with disgust, noble and cruel.

  More noble families and common people have wedding candy in their hands, and they witnessed this grand wedding with their own eyes.

   "Invite the newlyweds to do three bows and nine kowtows—"

   "One Worship!"

   Xie Xun and Meng Tangan knelt down together and kowtowed three times.

   "Two worship high hall!"

   The two faced Liu Zhu and kowtowed three times.

   "Happy husband and wife!"

   They faced each other, their wedding dresses on their bodies, and red cords tied their wrists.

   The red hijab hung down, Meng Tangan dimly saw the figure on the opposite side, she was dignified and high-spirited, she was the king of her life, no matter how steady her heartbeat was, it became fast at this moment, her palms sweated finely, and she kowtowed.

"I'm here, don't be afraid." In the midst of everyone's roaring voices, he looked at her alone, at her in full costume, at her Feng Guanxia, ​​at her marriage to him, and whispered to comfort him, only the voice she could hear, direct teaching Peace of mind.

   "My heart rejoices," she said.

   "Licheng—"

   They worship three times and nine times, and get married!

  Under the eyes of the public, when the audience is full of friends, they will talk about the hidden love to the fullest.

  Tonight Xie Xun was drunk with a lot of wine, his eyebrows were arrogant, and he was three-point drunk. He walked into the wedding room step by step, leaned against the door, looked at the figure in front of the bed, and felt that this life was enough.

   How many times, even in a dream, I have to be careful about the picture that I dare not imagine.

   "Tangtang." He walked in front of her step by step and lifted her hijab with his own hands.

   Meng Tangan looked up at him, smiled, and his eyes moved to be guessed.

   The two of them drank a cup of wine, both with the taste of peach blossoms.

   When the peach blossoms bloomed this year, he took her home.

   is March 16th, the wedding ceremony is completed.

   is the love of two people, and they go deep together.

  …

   Meng Tangan had a dream.

  It is extremely long, like half a lifetime.

   In the dream, there are great mountains and rivers, Chang'an City is prosperous, and everything is developing in a good direction.

  No one knows about the villages at the foot of the mountain thousands of miles away, where young children curl up by the fire, ragged, skinny, fragile enough to die at any time.

   Seven years ago, during the Nanliang Palace chaos, Princess Buhua and the newly born little princess died in the fire.

  The world does not know that the little princess is not dead. She was taken out of the palace by the maid, and she fled all the way. She suffered all kinds of hardships, fell into the trap of Tianmeng Village, and could not escape.

  The princess who was supposed to be golden, became a servant of the Wei family due to twists and turns in her fate. Since she was conscious, she lived in repeated abuses and endless beatings, and she could not be freed.

   When she was seven years old, the traffickers paid for her, and the Wei family immediately sold her...

   As soon as the picture turned, the sunlight ripped apart the darkness and stabbed people to the point of being unable to open their eyes.

   She ran and ran on the mountain road, ran for a long distance, fell some somersaults several times, was exhausted, but did not dare to stop, behind the traffickers chasing her.

  Where should she go?

   She doesn't know either.

   Until she fell at the boy's feet and let out a cub's whimper: "Save me."

  I don't know whose youth grew up at the beginning of the year, with straight bones, very expensive, and green clothes and unruly.

   The sun was so dazzling that she couldn't see his face clearly, even if she tried her best to open her eyes.

   That kind of feeling is amazing, Meng Tangan knew that she was dreaming, the person in the dream seemed to be her, she couldn't struggle, couldn't wake up, and watched everything happen, it was like a long process of suffocation at the bottom of the sea, unable to escape drowning.

   He held out his hand to her.

   The fate of this life is just so involved, we meet countless times and miss countless times.

   "Please, don't hurt him, please, I'll go with you, ah—!"

   The boy was only one person, but he stood in front of her without hesitation.

The girl knelt on the ground and begged madly, and was kicked away by the traffickers, her head was covered with blood, and the thin one was only a handful of bones. She watched the boy sink into the turbulent river. She said, "Run."

  The sun makes people unable to open their eyes, dizzy, and the world is plunged into darkness.

   She rolled off the cliff, knocked her head on the rock, and woke up again on the second night.

   Dead silence in the middle of the night.

   The muddy little girl in the white dress walked staggeringly on the mountain road, instinctively walking along the riverside, as if she was thinking of someone, but I can't remember.

   Only know that a very important person fell into the river, and she wants to find him!

   Her vision was blurred, and she could see the silhouette of the young man in the middle of the night from a distance. She couldn't see that face clearly. A trace of careful joy flashed in her eyes, and she murmured indistinctly, "Brother...Thank you."

The    voice fell, and he fainted. The white dress was stained with blood, hanging down by the river, like a butterfly with broken wings, drowned in the dark night.

   "Little Young Master, why is this man covered in blood, don't worry about it, let's go."

  Lin Zhengyuan stopped: "She just... seems to be calling me!"

   Later.

  She was bought back by Lin Zhengyuan.

"What is your name?"

"I forgot."

   "From now on, you are the Lin family's secret guard."

"it is good."

   The seven-year-old child injured his head and can't remember anything. He only knew that Lin Zhengyuan saved her, and he was her benefactor in her life.

   He almost lost his life for her and died in the river.

   So her life in this life.

   All belong to Lin Zhengyuan!

   She was like a blank piece of paper, approaching timidly, her eyes full of dependence.

  Lin Zhengyuan brought her to see blood, killed people, and made her a knife to stab Xie Xun.

   Meng Tangan was seventeen years old.

  Early autumn, the ninth day of September.

   "You have a new mission."

   "Kill Xie Xun!"

   They loop in a dead end and never end well.

  Meng Tangan carefully planned a deception and approached Xie Xun in every possible way. In the dark night of Chang'an City, in the lonely and cool alley, he knelt in front of Xu Beihou: "Save me."

  The man was high above, his eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see it clearly.

   No problem.

   She already knew.

   He was her assassination target.

   That year, no one recognized anyone.

   Later, Meng Tangan really became the only woman beside Xu Beihou who was not a woman.

  Xie Xun asked for a marriage for her, resisting all the pressure of the world, three books and six rituals, and marrying her as his wife!

   He never said he loved her.

   But he loves her deep down.

  The young man is full of love in the capital, seeing all the Chang'an flowers in one day.

   He took her to drink on horseback, chatting, and even frowning with arrogance.

   On the night of the separation before marriage, Xie Xun put the red rope on her wrist with his own hands. His eyes were full of tenderness, and he hoped for the future with a low smile: "Tangtang, wait for me to marry you."

   (end of this chapter)