Chapter 157: Master, on that wedding night, I actually

As he said this, he took out a thin bracelet, made of mother-of-pearl from the East Sea and Xihe crystal from Mount Zhurong, which was of great value.

"You wanted to ask for a carp crystal, but unfortunately, my cousin has already taken the stone to make a sword. I didn't prepare any other congratulatory gift, so I bought this water and fire chain, which should be suitable for you."

"This is too expensive for Qiutong to accept."

"Mo Ran laughed, "Besides, the water and fire chain can suppress the fire power, but it is only suitable for women. "

Song Qiutong looked back at Nangong Si, and only after receiving his approval did he accept the chain with both hands and bowed respectfully, saying in a gentle voice, "Thank you, Master Mo."

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

Chu Wanning was concerned about Nangong Si's life and asked him to make sure that all the details of the wedding ceremony were in order so that nothing would go wrong.

Nangong Si finished his tea in a couple of gulps, tossed the empty cup in his hands and laughed: "Don't worry, Master, I go every night. Yesterday I found a pearl missing from Qiutong's gown and had it reworked immediately."

When he spoke of the wedding ceremony, there was a slight coyness on his always flighty and uninhibited face.

He looked at Song Qiutong for a moment and laughed, " Qiutong will look great by then."

The words fell on the ears of Song Qiutong's former husband and Mo Ran absentmindedly poured himself another cup of tea, knowing of course that Song Qiutong was beautiful and had a great sense of style, but so what?

When Fairy Tramper married the first queen of the Xianxia realm at the Xuyin Mountain festival, he did not stay in the bridal chamber on the night of the wedding when the phoenix candle shone brightly.

That night, he had had too much to drink, and as the red candles drew in and the tent fell, he picked up his bride's flushed face and stared at it for a moment. It is always easy to feel the years drowning before a major ceremony in one's life, even as a Fairy Tramper.

He suddenly felt so surreal, as if his gaze had penetrated the charming sweetness before him and fallen back to the blizzard that had filled the sky years ago.

When he was naked in the cold wind, when he was dying of hunger and thirst, when he was at the mercy of someone who licked the rice soup he had brought, when he first came to the summit of death and life and was anxious, when he stood on tiptoe to fold the begonias under the moon, when he knelt before Chu Wanning and willow vine added to his body

How could he have ever imagined that one day he would step on all the immortals and become the reigning Emperor of the world?

"Husband, what are you thinking about?" her lips were softly parted, her eyes gazing, her exhaled breath sweet and extravagant, just like his high position today.

He seemed to have everything, beauty, status, power

What could he not be satisfied with today

He could not think of anything unsatisfying, but felt empty, as if he were standing on the top of a craggy peak, surrounded only by a blur of downturned faces.

He walked among the flattering faces of those who glorified him, who praised him, who knelt to greet him, who flattered him, one after the other.

He heard someone calling him delicately, with a voice as soft as a peony petal: "Husband, husband."

He felt sick and disgusted, and he tried to get away from the tidal wave of admirers, but the sweet voice wrapped itself around him like sugar water.

He violently pushed Song Qiutong away, and the charming bride, overwhelmed by the roughness, collapsed on the scarlet dragon red couch of the bridal chamber, her head trembling with gold and silver, her pendants rustling, and in the illusion of beads and jewels, Mo Ran felt that everything was so distorted, so unreal, that the golden light looked like ghost fire, the red candles like tears of blood.

He feels disgusted but doesn't know who he's disgusted with, Song Qiutong or himself for being like this.

He grabbed the door and left.

In a previous life, few people in the world knew that on Fairy Tramper's wedding day, Queen Song Qiutong was left out in the cold and Mo Ran, dressed in gold and red, pushed open the door to the red lotus watering hole.

He went in, and after a while the candles in the water pavilion went out, and Song Qiutong's new husband spent the whole night inside.

It was only at dusk on the second day, when Xue Meng barged up to the top of the Dead and Alive to cause trouble, that Mo Ran lazily pushed open the door, straightened his dishevelled clothes and, with a look of lustful insatiability, strode to the front hall.

What happened in the red lotus watering hole that night is a mystery to outsiders.

After bidding farewell to Nangong Si, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran returned to the house where they had settled.

Chu Wanning suddenly asked, "Nangong just said Song Qiutong was good looking, why are you staring at her?"

Mo Ran said, "I was thinking about how she would look in a wedding dress."

Chu Wanning was still seething with jealousy and he flicked his sleeve, his face extremely cold: "Don't think of other people's fiancées, what do you have to think of?

Mo Ran laughed, "Who said I was thinking of her, I was thinking of how she would look in her wedding dress, and that's about it. Not half as good as the Master's colours."

""

I had a lot of anger to vent, but I was caught off guard by the little wolfdog licking my palm.

Chu Wanning's face turned white and red for half a day, but he could not say a decent word, and then he waved his sleeve and said, "The absurdity of the Ghost Master's vision must not be mentioned again."

Mo Ran sighed in his heart and said, "I didn't want to mention it, you asked me, and I didn't want to lie to you, compliment you on your good looks, and be mean to you.

But it's also sweet to be mean to you.

When I think of having lost you, I just feel like I've been dipped in a sugar jar for the rest of my life when you scold me in such high spirits, Chu Wanning

What to do, I can't do it without longing for you.

The days passed quickly and the day of Nangong Si's wedding was just one day away.

The School of Confucianism was already full of guests from all over the world, whether they were young masters of the great sects, casual practitioners of the rivers and lakes, or even some rich merchants and magnates who had not come in advance, all gathered in front of the main city on this day. The streets of Confucianism were illuminated by the reflections of the Milky Way and the stars.

Xue Meng was dragged along by his father to greet the women of similar age.

"Wang Your Mightiness, it's been a long time, nice to meet you... Oh, if it isn't little Mantuo... he's grown so much, he's so beautiful... come on, Xue Meng, come and say hello to your Uncle Wang."

Xue Meng reluctantly moved over and as soon as she spoke, "Hello Uncle Wang."

Xue Zhengyong slapped him on the back of the head, smiling on his face but gritting his teeth, "It's Uncle Wang, not Uncle Wang."

"Hahahaha, the same, all the same, the pride of heaven is indeed so handsome, born like you, Mr. Xue, you are blessed."

After walking alongside Xue Meng for a while, she said, "The elders pushed us to come out together. Xue Meng and the elders pushed us to come out together, so Mr. Xue wouldn't not understand."

"Hmm."

"But I'll say it up front, a walk is fine, it's just that I don't really like the kind of heart that Xue Gongzi has. So don't think about the other side."

"Oh hmm."

Shocked, Xue Meng stopped abruptly, his face grey and black, and waited for little Mantuo.

The little wildflower lifted its chin and looked at Xue Meng's face in a haughty and demonstrative manner, saying coldly, "I have my own heart, even if you are devoted to me."

"You're sick, aren't you?" Xue Meng exploded, "I," he nodded at himself with a finger, his face full of shock, "fell in love with you."

"Why else would you have dragged me down a deserted path? Wasn't there a ghost in your heart?"

"Why didn't you say it was a hole in your head?"

Xue Meng's temper flared up, his eyes blazing with anger as he repeated, "I like you, I like you, I."

"What do you like about me so many times, you rascal," said the young Mantuo, who was very strong, stomped his foot, raised his head and slapped Xue Meng across the face.

Xue Meng was already dizzy with anger, and when he was slapped by the pink hand for no reason at all, he was about to vomit blood. If it wasn't for Madame Wang who had taught him to be courteous to women, he would have punched the little Mantuo on the ground and beaten her into a trumpet flower.

At that moment, a man with pale eyes and a high nose came from afar. When she saw him, little Mantuo froze and then, in a flash, her tears filled her eyes and she ran straight towards him with a delicate voice saying, "Mr. Mei".

The man who came along was none other than Mei Hanxue. He had not expected to meet anyone else on such an isolated path, and was obviously stunned for a moment. The girl was caught unawares and fell to the ground with a cry of surprise as she hit the boundary with the power of lightning flowing through it.

Mei Hanxue had no intention of helping her either, and looked down at her with a frown, "Girl, you've mistaken her for someone else."

"How could it be wrong? How could it be wrong? That year you promised me a golden scented bag, saying that if you saw me once, you would never forget it again, and that when I was eighteen, you would come and marry me, have you you forgotten all that?"

Mei Hanxue :""

"Lord Mei"

"You're really mistaken." Mei Hanxue said no more, just shook her head, dropped the words, and walked past the girl with tears in her eyes.

Xue Meng witnessed the scene and felt nothing but good anger and relief at the same time.

The first time I saw this was at Mei Hanxue, where the seed of flirtatiousness was really not recognizable when he pulled up his trousers, so thin-skinned that it was no wonder he only dared to pick the side streets on such occasions.

It's a relief because he didn't expect that little Mantuo would fall in love with Mei Hanxue, who is just like his name, a womanizer and a ruthless man who is said to have two different faces before and after hitting on women.

Mei Hanxue walked up to him, narrowed her light glazed eyes and looked at him sideways for a moment.

Xue Meng thought, "What are you looking at? How dare you look at me like this? You are famous for your flowers and I am famous for my prestige.

So he tilted his head proudly, sweeping Mei Hanxue with the end of his eyes like a two-hundred-year-old, ready to grunt rather majestically, rather contemptuously, when the two men were completely on the wrong side of the shoulder.

"Why is your face swollen?"

Unexpectedly, Mei Hanxue stopped halfway and stopped in her tracks, standing in front of him, a stone's throw away, and looking at him indifferently.

"It's quite chic to be swollen."

Xue Meng, still unable to catch her breath, gave a proud "grunt".

Mei Hanxue :""

"" Xue Meng's face quickly turned red and she snapped her head around with a fierce, murderous look on her face, "What do you care if I fall on my face when I walk?"

"Then you'd better watch your step from now on." Mei Hanxue said calmly, "It's not easy to fall like that."

Xue Meng was left standing in the same place for a long time before he jumped to his feet in anger and said, "Mei Hanxue, you hairy grandson, you, you wait for me and I will not stand against you."

In a rush, Xue Meng ran out of the garden with her eyes red with anger and bumped into a man's chest.

Xue Meng was furious and scolded, "What the hell is walking around with no eyes?"

When he looked up, he saw a tall, dashing man in green, his clothes embroidered with golden silk threads and a crown of jade hair from Lonely Moonlit, with two curtains of long, soft eyelashes hanging in front of his eyes.

The man pushed Xue Meng away and straightened his clothes, he seemed to be in a bad mood too, his long fingers smoothed out the folds in front of his lapel inch by inch, Xue Meng saw the Xuanwu silver finger ring on his index finger and froze for a moment, suddenly startled: " Jiang Xi "

Jiang Xi, the head of Lonely Moonlit and the richest man in the world

This man is of a similar age to Xue Zhengyong, but with a different mentality, and Jiang Xi's looks remain in his twenties.

At the Lingshan Mountain Conference, Jiang Xi was the only one missing from the Ten Masters. At that time, Xue Meng wondered what this absent man looked like.

Jiang Xi was sullen but not in a good mood: "The name of a sect master is also a ridiculous one for you to call."

When Xue Meng heard this, he felt a hundred times more humiliated than what Mei Hanxue had suffered there, and immediately said angrily, "What's wrong? "

"How unruly" Jiang Xi said morosely, "whose disciple are you?"

"Why should I answer you when you ask? What kind of Lonely Moonlit group of rats follow your orders and I have to buy your account?

" Xue Meng "

A soft voice suddenly sounded, and Xue Meng stopped talking sharply, staggering Jiang Xi and looking behind him.

She had probably heard Xue Meng's unruly comments, so she looked a little pale and anxious, and hurriedly stopped her, "Xue Meng, stop it, come over here and come to Mother."

Xue Meng gave Jiang Xi another vicious glare and flung herself towards Madam Wang, bowing her head obsequiously, " Mother."

Jiang Xi stood still for a moment and also turned back slowly, narrowing his eyes, which were clearly born so beautifully, but shone with an unmistakable light of malice.

He looked at the mother and son from a distance and said coldly, "Oh, this is Xue Meng, the son of Xue Zhengyong, the pride of heaven."

Madame Wang: ""

Jiang Xi's eyelashes twitched for a moment, then he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with mockery: "You are worthy of being Xue Zhengyong's seed, you are so well-bred."

"Don't you dare insult my father."

" Xue Meng" Madam Wang immediately tugged him and pulled him behind herself, then with a white face, she and Jiang Xi bowed, "My dog son, Xue Meng, is used to being capricious, so please don't take offense, Master Jiang."

"Jiang Xi, like a viper, swallowed those three words slowly after dipping them between his moist lips and teeth for a moment, then said, "No matter. At least he has half of your blood in him, so I can recognize him as a god-nephew."

"Who wants to be your god-nephew? Don't even look at your ugly face, get lost."

" Xue Meng "

Jiang Xi smiled coldly and stared at Xue Meng for a moment before her eyes slowly shifted and fell on Madame Wang's face, who lowered her eyes and said, "Please don't joke around anymore, Master, I am no longer a disciple of Lonely Moonlit, so how can I discuss seniority with Master anymore?"

"Good." Jiang Xi nodded and said coldly, "Good, very good. Today, I have seen a deceased person and his son, which has really opened my eyes. I don't know how this filthy place at the top of death and life nurtures people, even a good white magnolia can be covered in mud and dust."

" Jiang Xi, you say another fucking word and I'll rip your mouth off."

When Xue Meng heard this man insult his mother in front of him, his blood rushed to his head and he was about to rush forward regardless of the situation.

"The banquet will be held at the Hall of Poetry and Music at 10 o'clock, please come and enjoy the banquet."

Jiang Xi gave Xue Meng a cold look and turned around with his sleeves flung out, leaving the city.