Xie Xun made such a calm conclusion.

Meng Tangan will definitely come back.

She simply can't live without him.

This huge city of Chang'an.

Except for him, Meng Tangan has no friends and nowhere to go.

Who else could she know?

The night wind carried fine snow particles, bringing with it a faint sweet fragrance. He suddenly raised his eyes sharply, revealing a trace of anger.

The black boots ruthlessly trampled the ground, and every step he took was neither light nor heavy.

Finally, we stopped under the Chang'an Bridge.

…

When Zhongcao heard the news about Meng Tang'an's disappearance, he lost his appetite for even the most fragrant roast duck and rushed out of the house to look for someone, regardless of the dishes that were still burning.

Meng Tang'an was alone outside. With such an appearance and no ability to restrain a chicken, if he met someone with evil intentions.

She didn't even dare to think about it.

"Tang'an!"

"Tang'an!!"

She walked anxiously on the street, her feet hitting each other and sinking deeply into the snow. Her clumsy body struggled to move, but she was sweating profusely in the cold weather.

"Stop looking. The Marquis has sent people to look for Miss Meng everywhere. You can't do anything to help her. Go back quickly."

Yang Zhihua met her on the way, and she was half a relative by fate, so she didn't feel relieved to persuade her.

Zhong Cao asked angrily: "Why is Tang An missing?!"

Yang Zhihua didn't dare to say anything. Under her repeated questioning, she hesitated and couldn't explain why.

Do you want him to say it?

Xie Xun went to Mengfusheng to look for a woman and was bumped into by Meng Tangan?

Then Miss Meng ran away in anger?

"You don't say it, right? Well, at worst, I'll go to Xu Beihou's house and ask! Anyway, there are so many people, one or two will know."

"No, no, no!" Yang Zhihua said with a bitter face.

"Actually... Mr. Hou went to Mengfusheng to stay for a short time and did nothing. Who knows, just in time, Miss Meng went."

Fortunately, he thought she was a good sister at first, but turned out to be a big pepper qaq

"Meng Fu Sheng?" Zhong Cao's face suddenly changed. No matter how stupid she was, she knew what that place was for.

Thinking of the last time I met Meng Tangan at the Lin Mansion, the man had gentle eyebrows and a blushing face, and he seemed to like him.

Xie Xun personally tore up the deed of betrayal for Meng Tang's family.

She thought Tang An had found a good home.

I didn’t expect that the children of the aristocratic families all look the same.

"The Marquis didn't mean it. Besides...this is a matter of course." Yang Zhihua defended Xie Xun.

Is it possible that Xie Xun still wants to protect Miss Meng like a jade?

Listening to Yang Zhihua's words, Zhongcao suddenly felt a little sad. Everyone felt that this was a matter of course and no one would care about the sincerity.

Woman's sorrow!

"Who does Tang'an mean to you?"

"Of course it's Miss Meng." Yang Zhihua said.

What happened today would not be like this if it were a noble girl from a noble family.

In the final analysis, it is still contemptuous, otherwise I would not have such an attitude.

"Tang An doesn't care about wealth or power. He only wants to be liked. Just wait until she doesn't like it." Zhong Cao said.

"Xu Beihou is just relying on this love."

"!!!" Yang Zhihua was so frightened that she almost left her body, fearing that others would hear her words, "Don't say this nonsense!"

…

The cold night is long, the snow is falling, the walls are white and the tiles are red, and the bridge spans both sides.

When Xie Xun walked under the bridge, he heard a small choking sound and finally saw the person he had been looking for for a long time.

The woman squatted alone in the shadow of the corner, hugging her knees with her hands, burying her face in her arms, almost being swallowed by the cold night.

A red cloak almost covered the whole person, like an injured little animal hiding itself completely in its shell. It was slender and fragile, and its whole body was trembling.

Bright red, flying snow.

Xie Xun remembered that scene for a long time.

The moment he saw her, Xie Xun's tense heart relaxed, all his panic emotions disappeared, and he regained his control over everything.

"Tangtang."

He called softly.

The moment the voice sounded, the person in the corner visibly froze, his fingers turned blue from the cold and he clenched his sleeves tightly without raising his head.

She looks so thin, as if the cloak could weigh her down, like a stray cat on the roadside in winter with nowhere to go, very pitiful.

And Xie Xun stood in front of her, looking at her condescendingly, his expression blurred by the heavy snow, his figure was slender and unparalleled.

The two of them were so different in the cold night.

Invisibly revealing an unbridgeable gap.

"Don't want to see me?"

A calm voice sounded, and no special emotion could be heard.

The man squatting on the ground refused to raise his head or speak.

In fact, Meng Tangan was trying hard to swallow the last candied haws and licked her lips.

Hmm, so sweet.

She doesn't like this kind of sweetness very much, it's too boring.

After eating, drinking and having fun, Meng Tangan picked up his script.

#If he chases her and escapes, they will be unable to fly

It was dark under the bridge late at night. Except for a few dead old trees, there was no one else. It was extremely quiet.

Xie Xun leaned over, half-kneeling in front of her, his silhouette elegant and cold in the night. He pinched the woman's thin and white chin with his fingers, raised her face, and forced her to look up at him.

It was a forced, looking-up posture.

The snow is very cold, and its temperature is even cooler, making people shiver involuntarily.

——It's actually colder than her. Who is suffering from the cold?

The woman's three thousand black hair is like a waterfall, with fine pieces of snowflakes, black and white, and her face surrounded by the fluff of a bright red cloak, pale and delicate.

The snowflakes on the eyelashes were overwhelmed by the movements and fell down. A few scattered snowflakes melted in the eyes, like a drop of crystal tears, reflecting the clear eyes, and was forced to look directly at Xie Xun.
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He saw the pitiful face clearly and stared at it for two seconds. Its outline was cold and stern in the middle of the night, speaking softly.

"Why are you angry with me?"

That word was like a sharp blade. Meng Tangan was stunned for a second or two. The corners of his lips curved up, showing a faint smile. His lips moved, a little confused, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was asking.

Xie Xun's voice was soft and broken: "Am I... losing my temper?"

Looking from a distance, one could only see the cold night and heavy snowfall, and two blurry figures in the corner under the bridge. One person was leaning forward and half-kneeling in front of the woman, lifting her chin, while the other person looked up at him.

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"What if?"

Xie Xun asked in an understatement, and his long fingers passed through the woman's legs, hugged her firmly, and walked step by step in the direction of Chu Yuju.

She is too thin and weighs nothing at all. She is light and airy in my arms, as if she will leave in the next second.

"I'm losing my temper, what is Xu Beihou doing?"

Meng Tang'an was so tired that he couldn't even struggle. His whole body was frozen and he couldn't exert any strength. He asked unusually calmly.
Chapter completed!