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    As he spoke, he took out a thin bracelet. The chain was brilliant and made of mother-of-pearl from the East China Sea and Xihe crystal from Zhurong Mountain. It looked like a valuable item.

    "You were studying the book earlier and wanted to ask for a carp spar, but unfortunately, that stone has already been taken by my cousin to make swords. I didn't prepare any other gifts. I bought this water and fire chain. It should be suitable for you to wear."

    "Thisit's too expensive, I'm afraid Qiutong won't be able to accept it"

    "How can there be no reason not to accept gifts?" Mo Ran laughed, "What's more, the water and fire chain can also suppress the spiritual power of the fire system, but it is only suitable for women to wear. You wear it on your body, and you will always be with Mr. Nangong in the future, and it will be more or less calm.  Check out his spiritual flow, it's a practical thing."

    Song Qiutong looked back at Nangong Si, and got approval, then took the chain with both hands, saluted respectfully, and said softly: "Thank you, Master Mo."

    The four of them drank tea and sat and chatted for a while.

    Chu Wanning cared about Nangong Si's lifelong event, so he asked him to pay more attention to whether all the details of the wedding ceremony have been arranged properly these days, and don't make any temporary troubles.

    Nangong Si drank the tea in two or three sips, tossed the empty cup in his hand for fun, and then said with a smile: "Don't worry, Grandmaster, I go to see it every night. I am different from when I was a child. I know some things.  You should pay attention. No, yesterday I found that Qiutong¡¯s dress was missing a pearl, so I immediately asked someone to rework it.¡±

    When he talked about the wedding ceremony, there was a little shyness on his usually unrestrained face.

    He glanced at Song Qiutong and said with a smile: "Qiutong will definitely look good when the time comes."

    These words fell into the ears of Song Qiutong's former husband, and Mo Ran absently poured himself another cup of tea. Of course he knew that Song Qiutong was beautiful and beautiful, but so what?

    Back then when Xu Yingfeng offered sacrifices to the heavens, Ta Xianjun married the first queen in the realm of comprehension. On the wedding night, the candles were shining brightly, but he never stayed in the new house.

    That night, he drank too much, the red candles were thick, and the tent was drowsy. He raised the bride's blushing and shy face and stared at it for a while.  Before the important ceremony of life, people are always prone to have the feeling of being overwhelmed by the years and the vicissitudes of life, even if they are Ta Xianjun, there will be no exception.

    He suddenly felt so unreal, his eyes seemed to have penetrated the beautiful and bright red in front of him, and fell into the snowstorm many years ago.

    When he was naked in the cold wind when he was about to die of starvation and thirst, and was pitied by someone, when he licked the rice soup scooped up by that person when he first came to the pinnacle of life and death, feeling uneasy  When he stood on tiptoe and went to fold the moon and under the begonia When he knelt in front of Chu Wanning and Liu Teng added

    He never thought that one day, he would trample all the immortals and respect the world.

    "Husband, what are you thinking?" Her red lips parted slightly, her eyes fixed, the breath she exhaled was sweet and extravagant, just like his high status today.

    He seems to have everything, beauty, status, power

    Now what is he dissatisfied with?

    He couldn't think of any dissatisfaction, but he felt very empty. The whole person seemed to be standing on the top of a steep peak, surrounded by only one low-lying face, blurred.

    He walked among these flattering faces, they praised him, praised him, they knelt to meet him, flattered him, one face after another was exactly the same.

    He heard someone calling him charmingly, with a soft voice like peony petals: "Husbandhusband"

    He felt disgusted and disgusted, he wanted to get away from this tide of fans, but this sweet voice engulfed him like sugar water.

    He violently pushed Song Qiutong away, and the charming bride was so violent that she fell down on the scarlet dragon and phoenix red couch in the bridal chamber, her hair was trembling with gold, silver and emerald green, her steps were shaking, and in the phantom of jewels, Mo Ran felt that everything was in turmoil.  It's so distorted, so unreal, the golden light is like a will-o'-the-wisp, and the bright red candle is like blood and tears.

    He felt so disgustedbut he didn't know who he was disgusting with, Song Qiutong?  Or become like this.

    He snatched the door and left.

    In the previous life, few people in the world knew that on the day of Ta Xianjun's wedding, Empress Song Qiutong was left out in the cold. She was dressed in golden and red clothes and pushed open the door of the red lotus water pavilion.

    He walked in, and after a while, the candles in the water pavilion were extinguished, and Song Qiutong's newlywed stayed inside for a whole night.

    It wasn't until the evening of the second day that Xue Meng rushed to the pinnacle of death and life to make trouble, Mo Ran lazily opened the door, tidied up his messy clothes, and strolled to the front hall with a lustful expression.

    What happened in the red lotus pavilion that night is completely unknown to outsiders.

    ? Farewell to Nangongsi, Chu Wanning and Mo RanIn the room, there was a malicious light flashing.

    He looked at the mother and son beside the white wall and black tiles from a distance, touched his teeth and said coldly: "Oh, this is the proud son of heaven, Xue Zhengyi's good son, Xue Meng, right?"

    Mrs. Wang: ""

    Jiang Xi's eyelashes trembled for a moment, then he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of sarcasm: "As expected of Xue Zhengyi's kind, it's really good manners."

    "You are not allowed to insult my father!"

    "Meng'er!" Mrs. Wang immediately grabbed him, pulled him behind her, then bowed to Jiang Xi with a pale face, "Son Xue Meng, I'm used to self-willedness, please don't take offense at the head of Jiang."

    "Heh, Head Jiang" Like a poisonous snake, Jiang Xi soaked these three words between her moist lips and teeth for a moment, swallowed them slowly, and then said, "It's okay. At least he has half of your senior sister on him."  Blood, counting seniority, I can recognize him as a god-nephew"

    "Who wants to be your nephew! Don't even look at your ugly face, get out!"

    "Meng'er"

    Jiang Xi smiled coldly, stared at Xue Meng for a moment, his eyes slowly shifted, and fell on Mrs. Wang's face, and Mrs. Wang lowered her eyes and said: "Please don't make jokes anymore, the concubine is no longer alone.  Now that Yue Ye is a disciple, how can he talk about his seniority with the head of the sect?"

    "Okay." Jiang Xi nodded, and said coldly, "Okay, great. Seeing the old man and the old man's son today really opened Jiang's eyes. I don't know what the deadly place is  No matter how you raise people, a good magnolia can also be stained with mud."

    "Jiang Xi! You fucking talk! I'll tear your mouth apart!"

    Xue Meng listened to this man insulting his mother in front of him, blood rushed to the top of his head, and rushed forward desperately, Mrs. Wang couldn't hold him back, seeing the situation out of control, suddenly heard a loud noise in the sky  , a bright firework exploded, the bells and drums rumbled, and the ceremonial officer of the Confucianism School spread a sentence across the seventy-two cities in an instant with the technique of amplifying the sound.

    "The reception banquet of hundreds of families will be held in the Hall of Poetry and Music at the time of the unitary hour. All distinguished guests are respectfully invited to come and enjoy the honor¡ª"

    Jiang Xi gave Xue Meng a cold look, turned around with his sleeves, and walked away.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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