Chapter 327: Extra Xue Meng - The Lost Young Lady of Matchmaking II

Xue Meng :""

At these words, Xue Meng, whose sense of justice was as great as that of his master, felt a strong sense of shock and anger.

Cold Palace's angry comment about "disappearing from the world" gave her pause.

He must stop her from hurting herself like this

Xue Meng said with indignation, "Don't worry, I don't like this kind of person who is a womanizer, I'll take care of it, I'll back you up, he will be so angry that he will vomit blood and regret it."

After a pause, he said seriously and with a grunt, "But if you know yourself and your enemy, you will never lose a battle. You'd better tell me all about you, so that I can have an idea."

Cold Palace, however, frowned, "It's too hard to tell what we're up to. It's hard to tell for a while."

"Oh. Then why don't I ask the questions and you answer them?" Xue Meng, in a rare act of kindness to such a poor woman, "If there's something you can't say, let's skip it, what do you think?"

Cold Palace thought about it and nodded, "OK. Let's do it."

This was followed by their goulash and poppers coming up one after another.

As they ate, Xue Meng said, "Tell me about you and your partner, how long have you two known each other and what is your situation?"

Cold Palace took two bites of her chopsticks of crispy fried loin with garlic scapes, put them down and looked up at Xue Meng.

"What's going on between him and me is actually a bit lurid, just to ask if you're afraid."

Xue Meng said, "There is nothing more shocking than my own life. You tell me."

Cold Palace, a gossip, suddenly approached with interest: "Oh really? What's your background?"

Xue Meng: "Are you still going to ask me to help you be angry?"

Cold Palace retracted her curiosity and coughed twice, "OK, let's get straight to mine then."

Then she spoke up.

The first sentence is truly appalling.

"My match, he used to be my master."

"" Xue Meng was suddenly reminded of a certain not-so-pleasant experience. He picked up his cup of tea and took a silent sip, trying to press the issue.

The second sentence is even more appalling.

"We paid our respects and got married a long time ago."

Xue Meng's hands are a little shaky when it comes to tea, but he is still able to steady his field.

Until the third word came out

"We went to bed every day, before we were married, and after we were married we were even more lustful, getting away with it day and night."

Xue Meng spat out a mouthful of tea: "Ahem... Ahem..."

The Scroll of Relief says that Fairy Cold Palace is "direct", but Xue Meng did not expect her to be so direct as a girl.

But that's not all, Cold Palace continued, "He wasn't very good in bed, and I was the only one who didn't mind him, and because I was so good in bed, he gradually got a taste for it. We did it all."

"Stop." Xue Meng finally got over his coughing fit, his ears smoking as he wiped the water from his choke while turning red, "You don't have to describe these details so clearly. I know you have a harmonious life as a couple and that's all."

"OK. We have a harmonious life as a couple, we come three or four times every night, sometimes seven or eight, the average person can't handle it but I can, we've done it all in bed in the courtyard in the flower room in the hot tub"

Xue Meng :""

"Fuck." Cold Palace said, suddenly angry, and she slammed the table, shaking the cups and glasses, "If we hadn't been unable to have children, I'm afraid we would have had children already, and there would have been nothing to do with that cunt"

Xue Meng was stunned. It turned out that this Leng girl was unable to give birth to a child, which was why she was exploited by the unruly woman who came after her.

If you think about it, he, Mother, was also incapable of conceiving a second child, but Xue Zhengyong did not dislike her at all and remained with her for the rest of his life. There are so few men in the world who are like his father that there are so many long-lasting grievances, and so many white heads.

Xue Meng was therefore indignant, but also intolerant, and asked, "Have you tried to regulate your body and seek medical help? Jiang Yechen of Lonely Moonlit is not a very nice person, but he is still a good doctor.

"Hmph, why not, though all others think it absolutely impossible, but my life is in me and not in heaven, and even less in others. If I want to have a baby with him, I don't care what he has or doesn't have. That's why I asked Jiang Yechen for a way, but that little beauty was so stubborn that she said it was something harmful and refused to give it to me. He was so insensitive."

Xue Meng :""

Jiang Xi is right to be insensitive, but how is he beautiful enough to be associated with the word "beautiful"?

But beauty aside, the story sounded familiar

Xue Meng thought about it but couldn't remember, so he stopped thinking and said, "Jiang Yechen, that dog thief, has always been ungrateful and ungrateful, and he doesn't know the plight of the people, he is a black businessman. Don't bother with him. What about the interloper you stole from, what happened to your master and you, since that kind of thing was still harmonious, he should have loved you, how come he moved on?"

Cold Palace was fine without mentioning it, but when he did, he gnashed his teeth: "That's because the other side took advantage of my absence and took advantage of the situation, taking advantage of the situation and taking advantage of it."

Xue Meng's eyes widened as she let out a cry, "Was it during the time you were alone in your bed that he came to the fore?"

Cold Palace grinded his teeth, "Exactly."

It's a tragedy that only new people laugh, but not old people cry

Xue Meng was so angry that he threw himself on the table and stood up: "He's not Jiang Yechen, he's almost as good as Jiang Yechen."

Cold Palace was curious again, cocking his head and tapping his long fingers mindlessly on the table, "You seem to know Jiang Yechen well, who are you to him?"

"" Xue Meng sat down dryly and poured himself a cup of tea, "I'm his father."

Cold Palace :""

Xue Meng: "I'm just saying I'm angry, I have nothing to do with Jiang Yechen, I'm just using him as an analogy, who doesn't know that he is the scum of Xianxia, the scum of female cultivators." He is the scum of Xianxia, the scum of female cultivation," he said and gave a vicious "bah".

Cold Palace widened his purple-black eyes, "Is that so? How come I heard that he hates men and women, a row of women go to him to hand him love letters, a row of women will all receive remedies for various diseases, written also very straightforward, directly saying that people have adult acne and fat limbs, he plays with women"

Xue Meng opened his mouth, but found himself speechless and unable to say anything, so he just deflated and said, "No. I only said that he was a bad businessman."

"That's not wrong."

Xue Meng felt that he could not pursue the subject any further, his anger at Jiang Xi was still unquenchable and if he continued he might slip up. So he said, "Let's move on to your master, how did he leave you behind then?

"I can't spare him." Cold Palace snorted, "Joke, I don't even spare him."

""

After a few moments, she looked at Xue Meng with a sidelong glance and asked reluctantly, "Ahem, how can you tell I can't let him go?"

"It's not because of a person I know." Xue Meng looked subtle, seemingly embarrassed, annoyed and helpless, but after a long time of stewing, he continued dryly, "His symptoms, to be honest, are quite similar to yours."

"Yeah? What's his deal?"

"When he was just weak, he disliked his master every day, he disliked him for being cold, he disliked him for not treating him well enough to give him little shoes to wear, and he also said he didn't even care, didn't care, didn't like it."

Cold Palace listened with rapt attention and even started eating peanuts: "And then what happened then?"

Xue Meng clasped her hands to her chest and rolled her eyes, "What else can I do, I regret it."

""

"They are crying and rolling around asking for people to come back, playing the grandson and kissing ass." Xue Meng said, "So let me advise you, if you leave a line in the sand, you will meet each other later, don't talk so much."

Cold Palace didn't care, she leaned back, lifted her chin and sneered, "I'm not going to cry and beg for someone to come back. If I don't want him to go, there are other ways to keep him."

Xue Meng saw that she was very unenlightened and although she could not bear it, she still poked her: "So did you keep it?"

Cold Palace's smug smile froze a little.

Another cut: "Aren't you still dumped?"

Cold Palace's frozen smile slowly fades.

Another stab: "Didn't he dump you and get together with someone else while you were away?"

Cold Palace's vanishing smile faded into flames of anger.

Xue Meng said, "Look, if you had talked to him earlier and not screwed up and refused to bow down, he probably wouldn't have left."

Cold Palace seemed to be touched by something, and the flames of anger were extinguished at once. Despite her tautness, a hidden pain flashed in her eyes.

After a moment, she said, "He was indeed forced by me to go back then."

""

"But I didn't want him to go. I've always I've always"

Pause for a moment and look away, eyes a little red.

Xue Meng suddenly panicked, ah ah, she will not be crying he grew up, but never know how to coax women

Cold Palace was worried, but realized that he was just worrying about nothing. After his eyes were red, he started to get angry again and said stubbornly, "What's the big deal if he leaves? What's the big deal? I can't live if he's gone?"

Xue Meng :""

"Let's not talk about it. It's not pleasant to talk about it." Cold Palace refilled his cup of tea, gulped it down, and then said, "Come I'll talk to you about that moralizing dodger."

"Shit." At the mention of this man, Cold Palace looked as if he had a decade's worth of grievances, so angry that he raised his hand and clicked his fingers to say something, but was a little short of words and couldn't find any to vent his anger for a while, so he spat out, "I just don't understand what's better about him than me."

Xue Meng: "What does your master think makes him better than you?"

Cold Palace said angrily, "If he thinks he's better than me, I'll make him suffer in bed."

Xue Meng was a little tired and he rubbed his forehead: "So tell me, tell me what I would find better about him if it were an outsider, like me."

Cold Palace now reluctantly begins to think.

After thinking about it for a long time, without fail, he said grimly, "All of them are worse than me."

""

"He and I both came from bad backgrounds. But he was unmotivated and lazy, and I took care of myself and fought my way out of the world. After I slept with my master for one night, I could take ten tons of gold and let him smash it in the water for fun just to make him happy. He slept with his master seven times a night, and when he was done he actually only took him to eat at a small roadside rundown restaurant with a fifty-penny table, damn that's too much gas, you say how he has such thick skin"

""But you're not too thin-skinned to say such things in a girl's house.

Cold Palace didn't even see Xue Meng's embarrassment and said confidently, "I'm rich, I'm rich, I can support him. When my master was with me, he lived in a luxurious room, wore luxurious clothes, and I fed and clothed him according to the best."

Xue Meng, somewhat hesitantly and with some difficulty, "Your master is still a soft-spoken man."

"What's the point of saying that?" Cold Palace said unhappily, "A thousand pieces of money will not buy me happiness, so long as he is happy. But since he has been with that man, he lives in a small ragged hut, wears ordinary clothes, has to grow his own food and make his own food, and is ridiculously poor. How can you say that he is as good as me?"

Xue Meng, who has seen a lot of life and death and good karma, heard him say this, and then said, "Well, that's not necessarily true. Your master may not want to be kept by you. Let me give you an example, let's say you had a dad who was a great guy who raised you for many years and treated you all right, but he wasn't the richest. Would you like him?"

Without thinking, Cold Palace said, "Yes."

"Then you have another father."

"Why do you keep citing Dad as an example?" Cold Palace was puzzled by Xue Meng's lack of examples, "You're not happy with Dad."

"

Cold Palace was furious: "I'll kill him alive, of course."

Xue Meng: "That's not necessary. You think money will make him happy, but maybe all he wants is for you to read with him or something."

Cold Palace thought about it, but the more he thought about it, the worse his face became.

In the end he said stiffly, "I just can't read, I'm just uneducated, and I can't compare to someone who has travelled around and read for five years after I've bored myself for ten years. All I have is money, and good physical strength. If he doesn't like it, what can I do."

Xue Meng suddenly felt like a wolf-dog who had been abandoned by its master and left in the rain, and was obviously dying of aggression, but still sat upright and pretended not to care.

Xue Meng sighed, "Let's not talk about that. Tell me more about something else."

Cold Palace stubbornly said, "He's not as good as me in anything else."

"For example."

"He's not as white as me."

Meeting Xue Meng's skeptical look, Cold Palace said irritably, "What are you looking at? I mean before, I'm not that white now either, for complicated reasons that I won't tell you."

"Oh." Xue Meng said, "I don't want to hear it either. There's more."

"He's not as good looking as me. The taste in clothes is very shabby."

"He's not as direct as I am. He's got a lot of heart in the corners."

"He's not as tall as me."

Xue Meng, for some reason, felt that Cold Palace had said this last statement in a way that made it sound like it was a bit of a no-brainer.

I'm afraid that if we keep asking questions like this, we'll just end up measuring the limit of how many sentences Cold Palace can make using "he doesn't have me" as a start. And as Xue Meng has discovered, the Cold Palace woman is somewhat lacking in self-reflection. Ask her about her own faults and she can't answer.

He would have to ask in a different way.

So Xue Meng had an idea and said to Cold Palace, "You see, that's not clear enough. Why don't you and I play a game?"

"Oh what a game"

"From now on, suppose I am your master and I come to you with some requests. You interpret them for me according to your reaction, compared to the reaction of the one who digs you up, and you see if it works out"

Cold Palace: "I can't believe you don't look so old, but you can still have fun."

Thinking for a moment, he said, "Fine, but let's be clear with you on one point: you don't salivate over my early success as a great weapon and spring for the opportunity to take advantage of me by pretending to be my master. I am not going to sleep with you."

Xue Meng was stunned and exploded, "I'm fucking helping you. What are you thinking? Who's trying to take advantage of you? Take back your vulgarity and don't ever say the word bed again."

Cold Palace raised one eyebrow and clasped his hands in his arms and said, "Oh."

Xue Meng then blew up: "Also, it's a late bloomer, not an early bloomer, don't use idioms indiscriminately"

"Well" Cold Palace's expression was a little forced, "Really? You don't set things like that when you're a teenager, you can still get bigger later."

Xue Meng: "What are you talking about, I don't understand a word of it. Forget it, I know you don't read much, I'm convinced, let's not talk about it, let's start the show."

He cleared his throat and said, "I'll start asking questions, ah."

Cold Palace came to her senses and sat up straight.

"Let your horses come."