The waist that was leaning against the edge of the cold table was soft and smooth, and the white shirt was cold and thin. Three thousand blue silks were spread out. The man took the initiative to wrap his neck around his neck, nodded, and said in a sweet voice: "Hmm..."
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Neck, waist, wrists, ankles.

Everything is fair and slender, and will break with a little force, showing a cold and lonely brokenness.

"Meng Tang'an, I said the wrong thing." Xie Xun said hoarsely, half smiling but not smiling.

"What words?"

"I do, I will be swayed by desire."

For example, when he saw Meng Tangan, his first thought was to tear her into pieces.

"Will Xu Beihou be influenced by Tang An?" Meng Tang'an smiled sweetly, her voice was gentle and charming.

"That depends on how long Tangtang will cry tonight."

The moon is at the top of the sky, and the snowy wrists hang down weakly.

On the second day, Meng Tang'an didn't get out of bed for almost the whole day, and even stayed in bed to eat. Xie Xun fed her in one bite.

"It still hurts?"

"It's all green." Meng Tangan complained, the tip of his nose was red, and his voice was hoarse and pitiful.

"Let me take a look." Xie Xun held the woman's ankle and lifted up her shirt. Her skin was white, delicate and delicate, and the bruises on her knees were shocking. He frowned, rubbed her gently, and chuckled, "Why?

So squeamish."

"It doesn't just hurt..." Meng Tang'an's clothes were loose and she leaned there, looking pitiful, and said angrily, "Xie Xun, bastard."

After such a long time, Xie Xun did not know how to restrain himself, but he did not expect it to be so serious. His voice was gentle and affectionate: "Well, I was wrong."

Meng Tangan really doesn’t want to pay attention to him.

Afterwards, Xie Xun coaxed her for several days before she regained her smiling face.

This year’s New Year comes early, and the emperor’s birthday comes soon after, and the city of Chang’an is decorated with lanterns and colorful lights and is bustling with activity.

A few days before the New Year's Eve, even Chu Yuju put up window grilles, chatting and laughing, full of fireworks.

Meng Tangan is teaching Xie Xun how to cut window grilles, her movements are delicate and skillful, and her profile is particularly gentle.

Xie Xun didn't have so many things to do every time during the holidays. It was the same as usual. He didn't want to be tormented by Meng Tangan, so he hooked her hair impatiently and said lazily.

"What's the use of doing this? Just let the servants do it."

"How can this be the same!" Meng Tang'an glared at him and knocked off Xie Xun's hand, "You don't understand at all."

"Sure, it's my fault again."

Xie Xun looked at Meng Tang'an's actions and didn't understand why she was so aggressive. However, since she was willing, Xie Xun let her go. They were just trivial things and were innocuous, so he didn't take them to heart.

Chu Yuju was deserted in previous years, but where is it as lively as it is now?

Xie Xun is here and raising such a lovely person, it can be said that it is a feast for the eyes, and my heart is full of joy.

When the servants serving in the bedroom saw this, they smiled knowingly and retreated in unison.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the sky is white. The cold wind howls outside the window, tearing the air. A good charcoal fire is burning in the bedroom, which is as warm as early spring.

"Does it look good?" Meng Tang'an carefully picked up the red paper-cut and showed it to Xie Xun. Her eyes were crooked and bright, full of joy, hiding her daughter's little thoughts, "It's you."

Xie Xun lowered his eyes and saw that the paper-cut was beautiful and lifelike, outlining his expression, leaning on the red plum, chatting and laughing happily.

"We Tangtang are so skillful with our hands." He smiled, pulled Meng Tang'an into his arms, and kissed her earlobe.

Meng Tang'an could feel his lack of concern, pursed her lips, and reached out to push him.

"Be more serious."

"Isn't this serious enough?" Xie Xun's tone was unclear.

Meng Tangan obviously thought of something, his cheeks turned red: "Are you really not going to learn? I will teach you."

"It's enough for me to look at Tangtang, how can I tell what else is on my mind?"

Xie Xun even said his refusal with a lazy smile.

Meng Tangan could tell that he was not interested and felt a little disappointed, so he said nothing more.

She was busy, and Xie Xun watched her busy, with all the expressions on her face, and she often didn't participate. This was the case for several days in a row.

Meng Tang'an cut out a lot of paper-cuts, all kinds of flowers, plants, portraits and beautiful scenery, and pasted them on the window.

The day before his thirtieth day, when Xie Xun came over, he walked up to him with his hands behind his back and handed him a piece of paper-cut.

"No, it's for you."

The figure in the paper-cut looks out the window at the red plum blossoms, with gentle eyes and brows.

Xie Xun was stunned for a moment, thinking it was just her little idea, and took it over to play with, and asked casually: "Why do you think of doing this?"

"I heard that people who cut each other's paper on New Year's Eve will stay together year after year. Of course we can't miss it."

Meng Tang smiled with pure Chicheng, tapped the paper-cut in Xie Xun's hand, and placed another paper-cut on the table.

"This is yours, this is mine."

Xie Xun couldn't help but feel a little funny: "Just for this?"

The tone was a bit dismissive, and Meng Tangan was annoyed and stared at him: "What do you mean?"

"How old are you? How can you still believe it? I'm afraid you were deceived." Xie Xun put the paper-cut on the table and tapped it with his fingers.

"You were deceived! It's true!"

She looked really angry, and Xie Xun didn't even think of saying a word to offend her. Although he didn't think so, he swallowed the nonsense.

"Hmm."

"It's really very effective and will help people unite and grow together."

Meng Tangan was a little sad and told Xie Xun seriously and stubbornly.

It's rare for her to speak like this, but once she does, it's the truth.

When those words fell on his ears, Xie Xun paused for a moment, then quickly smiled and held the person in his arms: "Who said that?"

This kind of words sounded new to Xie Xun, no one had ever said it in front of him.

Let’s grow old together...

He never thought about it.

"As for folk customs, I would rather believe that they exist than not believe that they don't exist. What if I have better luck and it comes true?"

She was born delicate and frail, just like a begonia flower in full bloom, with lingering affection on her eyebrows. She was born to be noble and pampered, and to be held in the palm of someone's hand and carefully cared for.

His eyes were filled with satisfaction and sincerity. Xie Xun stared at her for a moment, avoiding her eyes and not caring. He casually lowered his eyelashes and pinched the woman's face.

"It's better to believe these than to believe me."

He never believed in any mythical theories about ghosts and gods, nor in traditional customs. For Xie Xun, these were dispensable and not worth mentioning.

Meng Tang'an couldn't explain to Xie Xun, so he had to say: "You have to keep it well and don't lose it."

"Okay, I'll listen to Tangtang." Xie Xun put the paper-cut into his sleeve, "Are you satisfied?"

Meng Tangan snorted, was kissed on the lips by Xie Xun, and struggled to run away: "I'm still busy..."

This work lasted until the evening, when she and her servants were making a fuss. Xie Xun calmly looked at the figure in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

It can be seen that Meng Tangan is really happy. During dinner, she happily told him what she would do when she was thirty.

"Dumplings are definitely indispensable on New Year's Eve. I will make them for you tomorrow. I have learned a lot from Qiuqiu and I will not disappoint you. We can also hang up lanterns and set off firecrackers tomorrow, and we must keep the New Year together..."
Chapter completed!