The new house is quiet, and you can faintly hear the festive and lively sound outside, which has a kind of charm of quietness in the middle of the noise.

Mo Xiaodie sat quietly for a while, but finally couldn't help it, and lifted the red hijab, and the room was empty.

This room, she is no stranger, just because she came not long ago, this is Xiao Churui's room, at this time this room is also full of joy, the bed she is sitting on is replaced with a new big red mandarin duck auspicious pattern bedding bedding, sprinkled with gold and silver coins, peanuts, miscellaneous fruits and other things.

She sighed lightly, remembering what Wei Ziqing said in her ear when she combed her hair, "Originally, we didn't have hope, but Xiao Erlang just didn't believe you...... No, he said, a lot of wonderful things have happened to you, and this time, it will definitely happen again.

The eldest princess's mansion has prepared a marriage thing, saying that as soon as you come back, you will get married.

Today's Nanping Houfu, you also know that the family is not a family, and even saddled with treason, but the eldest princess's mansion does not have the slightest disgust, and your brother-in-law and I don't want to say anything, there is a marriage contract given by the official family between you and Xiao Erlang. If that hadn't happened to you, you'd have gotten married......

Ziyi, as your eldest sister, all I hope is that you can have a happy and secure second half of your life, the past things, the eldest sister doesn't want to mention it anymore, hand you over to Xiao Erlang, the eldest sister and your brother-in-law can rest assured. ”

Mo Xiaodie's heart moistened slightly, during Shen Qiange's period, she also had a marriage with her childhood sweetheart Lin Jiannan, but the result was that Lin Jiannan split her legs with another female disciple of their Tingyin Pavilion and gave her a faceless.

At that time, she didn't want to believe it, so she ran to question Lin Jiannan, but Lin Jiannan said bitterly: "Qiange, you are too strong, and you are ...... Too strong, I can't raise my head in front of you at all, the pavilion master likes you and wants to pass on the throne to you, and the disciples in the pavilion worship you and respect you.

But I'm just an ordinary man! I also want to protect my own women and be needed by my own women! Chika, it's not that I don't like you, but I'm too tired to be with you! ”

At that time, she was so angry that she wanted to split this slut, but she couldn't give up so many years of friendship, so she only beat him with a blue nose and swollen face, and later, the adulterer ** was kicked out by the pavilion master on the grounds of insulting the door, and she no longer had the intention of getting married.

It's not that she has no ability to love her after being injured, but she feels that it's nothing if she doesn't marry, she has so many brothers and sisters, and so many disciples, and she lives a full and happy life.

She didn't think that she would meet Xiao Churui later, she had made a lot of efforts to marry him, and she firmly believed in her heart that he was worth it.

But now it's different, although she is already sitting in this new room, her mood has changed, if Xiao Churui insists on being with her, it means that he must accept everything she had when she was Shen Qiange-

Her hatred, and the dangers she may face.

Mo Xiaodie is not a self-entangled person, since she has come to this point, it is meaningless to want to stay away from him and Wei Ziyi, but Xiao Churui has the right to choose.

At this moment, only a "squeak" was heard.

Xiao Churui, who was dressed in red, walked in, and when he saw her sitting quietly and beautifully on the edge of the bed, the corners of his mouth were already slightly raised, and his eyes seemed to be a little confused, and he slowly walked towards her.

It was the first time Mo Xiaodie had seen Xiao Churui wearing red, his skin was white, his facial features were exquisite, he could suppress such a bright red, and it also set off him to be more handsome and chic, and even hooked out the bright color that was suppressed by the cold aura on his body before.

At this time, his smile seemed to have a hook, and he hooked Mo Xiaodie's heart, Mo Xiaodie couldn't help blushing slightly, and turned her head, but she really had a little bit of the shyness of a bride.

As he approached, she suddenly smelled a smell of wine, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, "Xiao Churui, have you drunk?" ”

"Well......" The man responded paradoxically, suddenly leaned on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand and scooped her up, hugged her tightly in his arms, and chuckled, "Madam, you are finally my wife......"

In his voice, there was a rare hint of stupidity.

Mo Xiaodie remembered the matter and desperately wanted to struggle, "Xiao Churui, I have something to tell you......"

The man in front of him didn't seem to hear it, he held her shoulder and gently helped her up, frowned at her and said, "Madam, why did you take off the red hijab by yourself, this should be done for your husband." ”

As she spoke, she picked up the red hijab on the bed and was about to put it back on her, Mo Xiaodie cried bitterly, this childish ghost! While struggling, he begged for mercy: "Xiao Churui, I really have something to tell you......"

Suddenly, Xiao Churui's movements stopped, looking at her with a serious face, Mo Xiaodie was stunned, thinking that he had finally listened to her words, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was suddenly pulled up by him and walked to the table in the small hall.

"No, it's time to drink the wine."

Mo Xiaodie endured and endured, and finally couldn't help but kick a certain drunk on the chair with a kick, and before he could react, he bullied over, supported the corner of the table with both hands, circled him in the middle, and said viciously: "Listen to me first!" ”

The man in front of him was slightly stunned, his eyes drooped slightly, and he looked very innocent, Mo Xiaodie's heart jumped, and he was reflecting on whether he was too much, and his waist tightened, and he was already tightly hugged by the man.

And his face was buried in ......

Mo Xiaodie felt that the heat on her face was soaring rapidly, and Xiao someone's methods of hooliganism after marriage became more and more outrageous! was about to go crazy, but suddenly heard the man's clear and hoarse voice say, "I don't want to hear ......"

Mo Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, then saw him raise his head slightly, and a pair of phoenix eyes looked at her as if they could seduce her, "Do you want to leave me again?" ”

The picture from Mo Xiaodie's perspective is simply thrilling, the man's face is buried between her slightly undulating mounds, his head is tilted at this time, his chin is against her, and when he speaks, his mouth moves slightly, and his chin is moved, as if he is caressing her with his chin.

Mo Xiaodie was dizzy from this fragrant scene and the slight numbness of her body, Nima, how can you talk like this! Without saying anything, he pushed him away, walked to the other side of the relatively safe table and sat down, his face was slightly tense and said, "No, you must listen." ”

Seeing the man's eyes sinking instantly, she hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't want to leave you." ”

This time, she put the power of choice in his hands.

The red candles in the room were burning their lives wantonly, and from time to time they made a slight popping sound.

Mo Xiaodie and Xiao Churui were separated by a small ebony round table, and slowly, little by little, told him everything he had not told him about Mo Xiaodie, and everything he was going to tell him about Shen Qiange now.

Xiao Churui's face went from gloomy at the beginning to serious, and then he kept such a look, with slightly drooping eyes and thin lips pursed slightly.

He listened quietly, without interrupting or asking questions, but Mo Xiaodie became more and more uneasy.

She believed in Xiao Churui, so she told him everything.

It's just that these things are still too shocking for a native ancient?

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