Chapter 149: The quilt blesses the people in the world

The words Haitang said made Fan Xian feel very good and strong. At this time, the young man and woman covered the quilt together, and under the moonlit night, she whispered this touching thing, and it was inevitable that she would not end up with a very x, violent cliché...

But Fan Xian was not surprised, nor was he so scared that he got under the bed, nor did he pounce on the wolf. He just said sincerely, seriously and directly: "Very good, let's discuss the wedding date."

This sentence is the response to the sentence "How about marrying you...", so it was Miss Haitang's turn to be stunned at this time, feeling like she was trapped in a cocoon, and she knew that she had once again underestimated the shamelessness and thick blackness under Fan Xian's Qingrou's face.

She smiled, lowered her head, and was also wondering why she said something like that?

Speaking of this year, she and Fan Xian have been together frequently. The two of them have developed a sense of closeness and tacit understanding that is beyond friendship but close to family members. When Fan Xian saw her expression, he knew what she was thinking. He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "The Queen Mother of your family."

"Your emperor." Haitang raised his face and continued with a smile.

"Your bald head." Fan Xian continued seriously.

Haitang tilted his head slightly: "Your identity."

"And your identity." Fan Xian smiled.

These few words without end have clearly set up obstacles and problems between the two. The relationship between men and women cares about one's heart. Although they did not say any sweet words, they used moonlight as evidence to make each other's thoughts clear.

There are countless mediocre people in the world, and it is rare to find a confidant in the world. Who would easily miss it or let it go?

But the problem is that the Emperor of Qing Dynasty certainly did not want Fan Xian to have such a strong foreign aid under such great power. The Empress Dowager of Northern Qi was also anxious to find a young handsome man with a good match for Haitang this year, so it was impossible for Haitang to deal with it himself.

The status of Fan Xian and Haitang in their respective countries is destined to face unimaginable pressure if the two of them break the current situation and stand together openly.

Nan Qing is still a little easier to deal with. Even if the Emperor Qing does not like Fan Xian, he will get foreign aid. However, with the emperor's strong self-confidence, it is inevitable that he would not have thought that using Fan Xian's love affairs, the strength of the Northern Qi side could be weakened again. Fan Xian could use this reason to convince his father who was not very close.

In the eyes of the people of Nanqing, Fan Xian married Haitang, which is also a great event to win the face of Qingren and a matter of taking advantage. Who is unwilling to do it?

The resistance from the Northern Qi side must be quite great. Regardless of whether the Northern Qi people who have always claimed to be orthodox subjects can accept it, the pride of their own country, the saintly begonia, and the generation of Tianzhi people marrying those Southern barbarians whom they look down on in their hearts. The Empress Dowager and Kuhe will prevent this from happening.

When exchanging international students, both sides have to discuss the matter of marrying a girl. It is obvious that people from Northern Qi are suffering from the disadvantages, so how can they do it?

As for the little emperor, even Fan Xian admired him a little, and he didn't expect him to let go. Fan Xian said with a self-deprecating voice: "You come to Jiangnan, your little emperor asked you to supervise me to earn money... If you become my yellow-faced woman, even if we open a husband-and-wife shop and spend his money, he won't be angry to death?"

Haitang laughed and said, "If he listens to you, he will be angry to death."

Fan Xian sighed and said, "Actually, if you marry me, our whole family will spend the rest of our lives in a secluded place, which will make it difficult for the courts of the two countries to become angry."

Haitang looked at him with a smile: "Are you willing?"

Fan Xian was silent for a moment and looked back at her unwillingly: "Are you willing?"

The two looked at each other and knew that they were tied to each other and had a kindness to the world. Although Fan Xian's kindness came from his selfish heart. Haitang's kindness came from his kind nature, no matter who it was, he could not leave lightly and stare at everything that happened in the world coldly outside the clouds.

How can we emerge from the worldly worldly people?

The room became silent again. In the night sky above the Huayuan, the crescent moon suddenly passed through the smoke-like clouds. The light slightly increased, reflected in the pool on the wall between the gardens, reflected into the house, casting a halo on the big bed, a brocade quilt, and the two wonderful people.

Haitang looked at him quietly, and suddenly smiled and said, "The key is that you have already married."

Fan Xian fell silent and knew that this sentence was not easy to respond. He had been reborn in this world for nearly twenty years, but he had never heard of the custom of marrying two wives. Although he was on the cliff and told Wu Zhu Uncle Wu that three representatives and three major purposes, one of which was to marry many wives, but when things came to an end, he realized that it was actually very difficult to be a Dumas who possessed the beauty of the whole world.

The key is that he has a high vision... He sighed shamelessly. Wan'er, Needless to say, the most favored princess in the palace, Haitang, who is no longer willing to let go, has an extremely noble status in Northern Qi. He has listed so many obstacles before. If Haitang is allowed to be a concubine?

Fan Xian shivered, and he felt that he was a little hiccup. He believed that the people of Northern Qi would definitely go crazy. Maybe the two countries started a war again.

"Is it cold?" Haitang looked at him with a smile, pulled the bedding with both hands, and carefully covered his shoulders.

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and sighed: "It's heartbreaking."

The night was indeed a little cold, and the quilt was sleeping together, but it could not cover the two of them. Haitang pulled her over a little, and Fan Xian's upper body was empty outside. He shrank a little and then pulled her back.

With a swish, Haitang was stunned and found that the quilt had been snatched away by him. He glared at him angrily and snatched it back.

Fan Xian smiled and didn't say anything, and then took it back.

The two of them were playing a childish game of robbing quilts on the bed. Fortunately, they didn't use their true energy, otherwise the quilt would be worthy? They would have turned into thousands of cotton wool and danced with the night wind, and the car broke into pieces and died. But what's the good fortune of the quilt? They were able to be fought over by the two most famous and powerful people in the world today, and they would not give up any inch of land.

The quilt is not a jade seal.

If these two people follow the original historical process, perhaps in a few years, they should be standing in each other's country and fighting for the world. Now that they have started to compete for quilts, then the world... don't fight.

God blesses the people of the world.

It was rare to make such a crazy mess. The two of them closed their mouths tightly and their eyes kicked each other. Haitang had put down his legs on the ground, and kicked them shyly and angrily. In this way, Fan Xian, the disciple, seized the opportunity.

Fan Xian let go. The big quilt was immediately snatched by Haitang. With a shout, he rolled up the curtain, buried his upper body in a soft mattress. The girl's house let out a slight cry of surprise.

A pair of legs in thin underwear were exposed outside the quilt, especially the barefoots, which were white and seductive.

Fan Xian reached out and covered his feet.

Haitang's feet trembled slightly, but they did not struggle.

"Don't be cold." Fan Xian said righteously. He was actually very proud. His previous capture had actually reached the highest level of his own. He was as fast as lightning, as fast as the wind, and as soon as the sunflower came out. He had a faint sense of the blind uncle who beat someone with a bamboo stick. How could Haitang hide away?

Maybe... Haitang didn't want to hide at all?

The touch was good. Fan Xian hugged the girl's feet in his arms, squinted her eyes and was proud. However, somehow he thought of his previous life. When he was in high school, it was snowing heavily, and he hugged the female class monitor's feet in his arms...

Oh. Only when you are happy can you recall those things that are already far away and vague.

"Let go." Haitang, who was buried in the quilt, said in a buzzing voice, but there was a little more anger in his tone.

Fan Xian was stunned and let go, completely contrary to the persistence a man should have at this time.

Haitang turned the quilt down and looked at him angrily, but his face was slightly red and his hair was messy. He looked really powerful.

Fan Xian looked at her retracting her feet back into the quilt and smiled. He didn't say anything.

Haitang's face turned slightly flushed, she glared at him, and turned toward the bed.

Fan Xian quietly turned into a black cat, crawled over, lying side by side with her, but lying on the ground very well, saying in a thin voice like a mosquito: "Cold, cover it."

Haitang buzzed in a bee-like voice and said, "I don't have my hands?"

As he said that, the girl's house still moved inside, making some room for Fan Xian, and at the same time leaving half of the quilt for him.

Fan Xian lay down comfortably and sniffed hard, and found that he had not smelled any body fragrance. He just put himself in a quiet, clean and gentle manner. He opened his bright eyes and looked at the tent in the dark.

The two of them lie in the same bed, and being silent is embarrassing, and being embarrassed is embarrassing. Fan Xian said before that he would not play with ambiguous, but in fact he felt that he was so frightened.

He thought to himself, Duoduo... Today he finally showed his child's mood. He had different interests and different interests, but he did not reflect on himself. His own psychology was very ill.

Haitang calmed down a little, showed her face carefully, and said, "Are you really not going to let me get married?"

"Yes." Fan Xian put his hands behind his head and said with a smile: "If you want to marry, you can't marry someone else, you can only be me."

Miss Haitang was defeated.

"I came today, I was pouring out my hardships to you." Fan Xian glanced at the girl's house next to him and talked about his previous anxiety in the garden.

After thinking about it, Haitang whispered: "Is it inappropriate to talk to me about your wife?"

Fan Xian was stunned and then realized that he seemed to be a bitchy. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Well, let's talk about Ye Liuyun. I still don't understand why he came to Suzhou to see his traces."

As soon as the matter was mentioned, the children's mood of the girl Haitang suddenly disappeared, and she returned to her usual tranquility and stability. She turned around and began to discuss and analyze with Fan Xian. At the same time, she also told the story of Ye Liuyun far along the way and the stories that happened along the way.

After talking, the two of them had no idea. Instead, Haitang suddenly said lightly: "There is a possibility. I wonder if you have thought about it?"

"What?" Fan Xian asked curiously.

"Maybe the emperor had known about the relationship between the Ye family and the Junshan Association for a long time, so Ye Liuyun was not worried about letting the emperor know that he had taken action." Haitang said seriously.

Fan Xian thought for a while and shook his head: "It still doesn't make sense."

After chatting with Ye Liuyun, what are you talking about? The old house in Kyoto, Lin Wan'er? This is naturally an inconvenient question to talk about in bed. Fan Xian feels more or less guilty. No matter how much Haitang is, he is not an ignorant wooden man.

But I just lie down like this, my breathing is entangled, my body temperature is invaded, and I occasionally have contact. Although I am not really enchanting, the temperature in the quilt slowly rises.

"Tell me about the temple." Fan Xian said lightly, perhaps because he made up his mind.

A hint of tenderness and emotion flashed in Haitang's eyes, and he smiled and said, "Bar the West Lake in Hangzhou, you said that you only talk about the world."

"The temple is my local affairs." Fan Xian said with a smile: "It will naturally be your local affairs in the future."

The meaning of kindness and trust in these words makes Haitang warm without reason. Even though she is a saint of Northern Qi, she has no obstacles in entering and leaving the palace and has a prominent position, where can she go to find a close friend? Looking for a true friend, looking for a person who can treat her own country equally without any grudges?

"The word "Wu?" Haitang lies up slightly, his fingers wizarding in the air. He draws several semicircular arcs, his brows frowned tightly, "What does this symbol on the temple mean?"

At this time, Fan Xian had carefully described Sean's narrative in the cave, but just to worry about the girl's family's mood, Master Kuhe's eating human flesh was hidden.

Haitang kept listening quietly, but when she was reposting the incident of Sean's Northern Wei Dynasty, a trace of complex emotions occasionally flashed in her eyes. Finally, she was puzzled by the symbols and then asked questions.

"How do I know?" Fan Xian said with a headache: "It seems that one day I will go to the temple to see it."

The bright and firm look gradually appeared in Haitang's eyes as bright as autumn water: "I'm going."

Fan Xian smiled: "I know how tempting this is for you, so you must promise me... you can't run away secretly by yourself."

He pointed to his head and said, "Shawn's roadmap was hidden here."

"Who is the little girl who ran out of the temple?" Haitang asked, and in fact he had already guessed a little.

Although the answer did not surprise her, it still made her sigh uncontrollably.

"My mom."

Fan Xian said proudly.

So the topic began to turn to the Ye family back then, and occasionally talked about the style of the blind uncle. The more I listened to those details, the look of longing in Haitang's eyes became stronger and stronger.
To be continued...