"Oh, it's not like you don't know my brother, and he has no interest in him. Just tell me..."

He makes jokes.

Those people had sly expressions on their faces and asked Xie Quyan to ask questions, but he fiddled them all.

Zhang Nuanyan stood in the distance, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

If these people want to introduce Xie Xun to her fiancée, what should she do?

Don't think she doesn't know, these people just look down on her and think she is in the way.

Zhang Nuanyan was upset, and her eyes became increasingly gloomy and terrifying.

At the banquet, people drank and drank.

"Brother Xie Xun, I respect you." Zhang Nuanyan stood up with wine in hand. She was a virtuous and virtuous man. Her red dress and Xie Xun complemented each other like a newlywed.

However, Xie Xun showed no reaction, didn't even move his eyelashes, and leaned against the back of his chair, looking arrogant and dignified.

"Brother Xun." The more Liu Zhu looked at the two of them, the happier he became. Aren't they a match made in heaven?

He coughed: "Your sister is toasting you."

She deliberately emphasized the word "sister" to remind Zhang Nuanyan of her identity.

"Why don't I know when my mother gave birth to another daughter?"

Liu Zhu froze.

Zhang Nuanyan's face turned pale.

Xie Quyan quickly smoothed things over and took the wine from Zhang Nuanyan's hand: "Okay, sister, I'll drink, I'll drink!"

"Thank you, Brother Qu Yan." Zhang Nuanyan's voice is like a mosquito, which makes people feel distressed.

Xie Quyan has always been a sympathetic person, and he feels that Xie Xun has gone too far. There is no need to embarrass Zhang Nuanyan in public anyway.

But Xie Xun has always been like this, nothing special, and expecting him to accommodate anyone is a fantasy.

Those side thoughts have not yet gone away, and they all said that they wanted to find a fiancée for Xie Xunxiang. Zhang Nuanyan vaguely regarded herself as the hostess and virtuously refused on Xie Xun's behalf.

Those people didn't say anything on their faces, but they cursed secretly in their hearts. She was just a poor girl adopted by Liu Zhu. What's the big deal?

After three rounds of drinking, Xie Xun also became half drunk.

Listening to the noisy and lively sounds, I just feel that they are noisy and far less leisurely than Chu Yuju.

When I think of something, I take out the paper-cutting that I still have on my body and look through it at will.

Red paper-cut, gentle silhouette.

"No, Xie Xun, you actually look at this kind of gadget, who gave it to you?"

Xie Quyan drank too much and staggered over. He vaguely saw the outline of a woman and whistled: "Which girl is this again?"

It doesn’t matter who gives it, it’s a miracle that Xie Xun accepts it.

Xie Quyan's words attracted Zhang Nuanyan's gaze, and he suddenly froze and recognized who the person above was.

Xie Xun put the paper-cut into his sleeve.

"I see you are quite drunk."

Zhang Nuanyan smiled slightly and took the initiative.

"This is what Miss Meng gave to brother Xie Xun, right? You can tell at a glance that only Miss Meng can make such gadgets, and other ladies can't do it. It's really amazing."

When Meng Tang'an was mentioned, Liu Zhu thought of the Buddhist scriptures he had copied and vomited, and sneered.

"Isn't that right? She is the only one who can handle such worthless things. She really has her lowliness engraved in her bones. Which noble girl can be as petty as she is? If you ask me, a slave is a slave, and she is only qualified to serve others in her whole life!"
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The wine cup was placed on the table, making a sound that was neither light nor heavy, but it made people feel chilly in their hearts, not angry but powerful.

Liu Zhu remained silent and looked embarrassed.

Xie Xun stood up calmly: "So, if I like this kind of thing, it is also despicable?"

"How can this be compared?!"

"Brother Xie Xun, mother, that's not what you meant."

"Be careful what you say."

After the words fell, he turned and left the table.

Even if Xie Xun is really not interested in these gadgets, he cannot tolerate others saying that to Meng Tangan.

Xie Quyan chased after him, carrying two jars of wine: "The banquet is too noisy, brother, let's drink alone!"

"That's not called drinking alone."

"You don't have to be so particular, just do it."

For some reason, Xie Xun was not in a good mood today, so he just accepted Xie Quyan's words. Halfway through the drink, he felt that the taste was not right.

"What kind of wine is this?"

"Oh, I dug out the two jars of century-old clear wine buried under the tree. If you don't drink it, you won't drink it."

No wonder he was so energetic. Xie Xun sneered and drank the liquor in one gulp.

By the end of the drink, he was still 70% drunk and had a severe headache. Xie Xun squinted his eyes, looked at the night sky, and suddenly stood up.

"Where are you going?" Xie Quyan rolled to the ground and vaguely saw Xie Xun walking away.

"Chu Yuju."

The cold wind was howling, the snow was flying, and it was almost cold to the bone. Xie Xun stepped out of the Xu Beihou Mansion, wearing a lazy and sharp red dress, and did not notice that the paper cut was fluttering in the wind...

The red paper shadow was spinning in the air, falling to a person's feet, and was picked up.

Chu Yu's residence was deserted and plain, with no trace of red in sight. All the servants were listless, sighing, and suddenly making a sound of shock.

Xie Xun looked around the courtyard: "Why have all the things been removed?"

Cha Qiu was horrified, today is the New Year's Eve!

Xie Xun did not stay in Xu Beihou Mansion, but instead came to Chu Yuju. If word spread, Meng Tang'an would be stabbed in the back, and even Xie Xun would be said to be obsessed with beauty!

She knew it in her heart and knew that Xie Xun couldn't come. Now...

She didn't dare to think deeply. When faced with Xie Xun's questions, she naturally didn't dare to say that it was because Meng Tang'an was unhappy, so she tore them up and answered tremblingly.

"Girl, I think these things are not good enough and want to change them again."

Xie Xun listened, thinking that because of Meng Tang'an's temper, those paper-cut red silks had already been thrown away.

"Where are the people?"

"The girl has rested."

…

"Emperor, you are old and the Ai family can't control you... I only want one thing from you."

"What?"

"Don't touch Xie Xun."

After saying these words, the bedroom was silent for a long time.

"In the mother's heart, is this the kind of person her son is?" Emperor Yan's eyes were dark.

"You know what you have done." The Queen Mother sighed deeply, "I am just a woman. A hundred years from now, I look forward to Brother Xun getting married and living a peaceful life."

"Then Xie Xun is an ordinary person?! He will be left in endless trouble!"

"That's what you told me back then."

Mentioning those days, Emperor Yan's tongue felt astringent, but he had no regrets.

He just wants to secure the throne, what’s wrong with him!

"I am your biological son, do you want to never see me again because of that incident?"

"Bu Hua is your biological sister!!" The Queen Mother coughed so hard that she almost coughed up blood, "How could you...how could you..."

"I did all this for Bei Yan! A woman's kindness can't achieve great things!" Emperor Yan growled.

"So you sent her to Nanliang for marriage. Do you know how old the emperor was? Sixty-one years old! How old was Bu Hua? She was only sixteen years old!"

The Queen Mother no longer dares to recall how her daughter cried in front of her that day: "The Emperor of Nanliang was dissolute, so many young women died in the harem..."
Chapter completed!