Being caught off guard, she subconsciously hugged Xie Xun tightly. When she realized it, she was a little embarrassed and said: "This is still in the palace!"

"Are you willing to talk to me?"

"You are shameless!"

Xie Xun, dressed in red, hunted in the wind, walking through the endless street with people in his arms. The red walls and yellow tiles of the palace were stained with countless blood, and they were gorgeous and attractive. The heavy snow stopped last night. Today, it is dawn, and the palace road

There is still a thin layer of ice.

The palace attendants passing by only caught a glimpse of Xu Beihou's white skirt hanging down in her arms. They did not dare to look at it more and bowed their heads in salute.

"So what in the palace? I hug my wife, it's only natural."

He said.

High-spirited.

Meng Tangan wanted to strangle Xie Xun to death and shook his shoulders to wake him up.

Brother! This is not the script we got!!

Wake up!

If you eat two more peanuts, you won’t be like this!!

After leaving the palace and getting on the carriage, the coachman asked: "Master Marquis, where are you going back to?"

Xie Xun spit out four words: "Xu Beihou Mansion."

The carriage with the unique logo of the Hou Mansion passed through the street, no longer heading in the direction of Chu Yuju.

From now on, she is no longer a shady person who cannot enter the outer chamber of the Xie family's ancestral temple. She can step into the gate of the Hou Mansion with dignity and innocence.

The mansion was solemn and majestic. Zhang Nuanyan wore a lotus root powder cloak. She looked virtuous and elegant. She was waiting outside the mansion. When she saw the carriage, she stepped forward and called: "Thank you——"

The car curtain was opened, and the exposed fingers were clearly knuckled.

The man stepped out of the carriage. Behind him was the faint sunlight, the howling wind, the burning red clothes, the slender figure, which attracted admiration, and a woman in his arms.

Walking step by step towards the Hou Mansion.

Zhang Nuanyan only saw a hint of snow-white clothes hanging down, and her smile suddenly froze.

It's February in the dead of winter, and it's snowing heavily today. Everyone in Chang'an City knows it.

The aloof Xu Beihou entered the gate of the Hou Mansion with his pampered wife in his arms!

Only a quarter of an hour later, the imperial edict arrived immediately.

That foreign wife became Xie Xun’s wife!

This incident caused a sensation in the entire city of Chang'an. Even a three-year-old child knew about it. Countless ladies who admired Xie Xun and wanted to marry into the Xu Beihou Mansion were heartbroken.

No one can believe that Xie Xun would really marry a lowly foreign wife.

They thought it was just a romantic debt. Who could have imagined that it was so shocking.

Liang Jian heard the news, and he was currently troubled by the relentless investigation of the case by the young minister of Dali Temple, worried that clues would be discovered.

After all, the death of Shangshu Hube was related to him!

Liang Jian wrote a name on the paper.

"Pei Yanzhi."

When the news reached the Lin Mansion, Lin Zhengyuan suddenly dropped the tea cup in his hand!

"Bang——"

Make a sharp and unwilling argument.

A secret letter was sent and delivered to Meng Tangan quietly.

"It's up to heaven, the emperor decreed:

I heard that the daughter of the Meng family is in the age of hairpin, has a soft temperament, is respectful and sensitive, and the Queen Mother and I are very pleased to hear about it. She has been specially named the Princess of Zhaoning. She should choose a virtuous wife.

My hero, Xie Xun, the eldest son of Xie Xun, has a noble character and attaches great importance to both civil and military affairs. Therefore, I have decreed that I will appoint him as the legitimate wife of Xu Beihou and choose a good time to marry!

Announce it to the world, and the envoys will hear about it.

Kudos to this!"

Xie Xun rubbed the jade ring finger, clasping his hands behind his back, looking at Meng Tangan haughtily, his eyes like ancient wells, it was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger: "Princess Zhaoning, please accept the order."

Every word and every word is full of undeniable majesty.

The eunuch chief beside Emperor Yan handed over the imperial edict with a smile on his face.

Meng Tang'an looked through the imperial edict. She could understand every word of the edict, but when put together, she really didn't understand it.

I couldn't figure it out anyway, so I looked carefully for a long time, and then I saw two words written all over the page - outrageous.

At that moment, there were thousands of words and sorrows in my heart, but there was only one sentence left in my mind.

Xie Xun, I want to kill you.

Meng Tang'an knelt on the ground, her white shirt looked like an immortal, gentle and picturesque, holding back the sadness that almost overwhelmed her, and said dedicatedly: "I accept the order and thank the Lord for your kindness."

"Congratulations to both of you on your happy marriage. All the etiquette will be jointly handled by the Minister of Rites and the Qin Tianjian. You are already choosing a good time and auspicious day."

Xie Xun’s words were concise and to the point: “The sooner the better.”

When the chief eunuch left, he had a large bag of reward money in his hand.

Meng Tangan got up from the ground, holding the bright yellow imperial edict, like a hot potato, wanting to throw it far away.

"Are you happy?" Xie Xun asked.

Meng Tang'an lowered his eyes and looked at the imperial edict. It took a lot of effort to endure it and said, "Is it fun to play with me?"

This sentence was beyond Xie Xun's expectation. He thought Meng Tang'an would be happy.

Isn't this what she always wanted?

He gave it to her, so why is she still making trouble?

Xie Xun frowned and said tepidly, "I'm not kidding you."

"Marriage is just like a joke to you. The unknown will pass me by. Have you asked me?"

Xie Xun was in a high position and was cold-hearted. He never put himself in the same perspective as Meng Tang'an to think about problems. He gave her the best honor, power, and status. He believed that he was the most benevolent and righteous, but he never thought about it.

What Meng Tangan wants from beginning to end is nothing but sincerity.

The grand wedding that everyone envied he could provide, without the prerequisite of mutual love, was nothing more than duckweed to Meng Tangan.

He was not someone who liked to explain or make promises, and he didn't want to talk too much to her. He ordered his servants: "Take her to the Wei Jian Pavilion."

Wei Jian Pavilion is a place where only Mrs. Xu Beihou can live.

Thinking of Miss Zhang who was still in the mansion, the servant's legs trembled, and he thought to himself, the weather in this mansion is about to change.

Xie Xun still had official duties and was not with Meng Tangan.

When leaving the house, Yang Zhihua hesitated and asked again and again: "Does it still need to be investigated about Miss Meng's life experience? There is no doubt about the information currently available."

Xie Xun strode out and said: "No need."

Nothing more than a woman.

She said she admired him, and he believed her.

If Meng Tangan dares to betray him in the future, he will definitely not let it go.

Xie Xun's eyes were cold and sharp, and he pondered for a moment: "I heard that Tao Feng's father works in the Ministry of Civil Affairs."

"Yes." Yang Zhihua had a bad premonition.

"Let's find a reason to punish you."

The pavilions and attics of the Xubei Hou Mansion, with winding verandahs, green pine eaves, and jade railings, are reflected among the towering ancient cypresses, and clear springs and waterfalls zigzag from the depths of the flowers and trees under the stone gaps.

This is Meng Tangan's first visit to the Hou Mansion. It is also a place she wanted to come to before, but it happened to be given to her at this time.

When she was frustrated.

No Pavilion.

Meng Tang'an told his servants that he wanted to be quiet, closed the door, immediately threw the imperial edict aside, and paced back and forth in the bedroom.

"What are you anxious about?" Qi Lou asked.

"I don't want to get married at all. Can I not be in a hurry?"

Qi Lou doesn’t understand.

Meng Tangan gave him an easy-to-understand analogy: "What's the difference between this and having a dog on the roadside?"

"..."

She will never get married even if she dies!
Chapter completed!