"What other etiquette is there?"

It was already very late when Xie Xun came to the wedding room and asked.

Xi Niang said tremblingly: "...Drink, drink a cup of wine."

"Where's the wine?"

"They have all been withdrawn." Xiniang's face turned pale, "We thought you wouldn't need it..."

Xie Xun looked at the layout of the wedding room and chuckled: "Tonight is my wedding, why can't I use it?"

Xi Niang immediately asked someone to bring the glasses of wine. The two glasses of wine were placed on the tray, and the liquid was clear and swaying.

Xie Xun looked at it twice, picked it up and drank it all in one gulp. After finishing one cup, he also drank the other cup!

Looking up, the crystal wine slipped from his chin. Xie Xun choked and his throat hurt, and he coughed so heartbreakingly that he felt like he could spit out his heart.

"Master Hou, are you okay?" Xiniang asked in panic.

Xie Xun has drank stronger wine than this, but just these two glasses of wine can make him choke to such an extent.

"It's okay." He said hoarsely, placing the empty wine glass on the tray with a gentle and gentle sound, "If there is anything else, let me tell you."

Xiniang thinks Xie Xun is really crazy!

This is a big wedding.

From beginning to end, Xie Xun cared alone, worshiped alone, and drank a glass of wine alone.

Completed all the etiquette for Meng Tangan.

…

"It's getting late, I'm afraid you girls won't be able to come back."

The young man's voice was calm and clear, revealing a deep indifference.

How can Zha Qiu rest assured that Meng Tang'an is such a delicate person? He looked at the person in front of him and said tactfully: "We are just acquaintances. You don't have to accompany me, sir."

"Now there are two sides."

No, it’s three sides.

Liang Xiuyun stared at her with deep eyes, like some kind of cold and poisonous snake.

She is not pretty, with a very delicate face, which is inconspicuous among the many ladies. She is rather pliable, with a calmness that does not belong to her age.

"Thank you for the umbrella." He curled his lips, coughed a few times, and his face turned pale.

Cha Qiu saw him in the street alone in the rain, so he gave him an umbrella. He didn't expect to meet him again one day. Seeing that he was in really bad health, he asked, "Master...how do I call you?"

Liang Xiuyun paused for a moment and said softly: "My surname is Zhou, and my given name is Heyu. I am Zhou Qiu's distant cousin, and I came to congratulate him today."

His identity is sensitive and he lives in seclusion, so no one recognizes her.

Now is not the time to tell her.

Zha Qiu remembered that the Zhou family was a low-class merchant family. If they were placed among the famous families, they would be completely overwhelmed.

She felt a little more relaxed: "Mr. Zhou."

After nightfall, Liang Xiuyun stood there, watching Cha Qiu leave. The other party refused and he sent her back home.

He suddenly stopped her and called her by name and surname in his most affectionate tone: "Miss Chaqiu."

"Huh?"

"I have an unkind request, and I hope you will accept it."

After the cold wind blew for a long time, he looked away and coughed several more times. His throat was filled with sweetness, and he laughed softly, his eyes darkening.

"Why did you come out alone?" The boy came over in a hurry and put on a cloak for him.

"I'm afraid Xu Beihou is not in the mood to see me today." He said, "That's fine, let's make an appointment another day."

…

After nightfall, the official car stopped in front of a B&B.

Pei Yanzhi clasped one hand behind his back, wore a navy blue robe, and had a cold and solemn temperament. Perhaps he had stayed in Dali Temple for a long time and was tainted with the smell of blood. His face was too handsome and lacked the smell of fireworks, so it was incompatible with a B&B: "Something's wrong.

Call me."

"Thank you, sir." Meng Tang settled down and covered his face with a veil.

Until now, Pei Yanzhi has never really seen that face clearly.

But those eyes are extremely recognizable.

The bedroom of the B&B was very warm. Meng Tangan took off her veil and lit the candle with her delicate fingers. She stood in front of the candle and was illuminated by the candle, making her look even more ethereal.

The white sleeves hang down to the wrists, and the hand rope is looming.

After Meng Tangan saw it, he paused, took the red string off his wrist, and played with it in his hand.

"It's very beautiful." Qi Lou quietly said on her shoulder.

"It's just a bracelet, it's much more beautiful than this." Meng Tang'an disagreed and said lightly.

"But..."

It is sincere.

It’s a black hair knot, it’s hand-knitted, super cool.

The candlelight is burning, reflecting the crystal clear jade beads on the red rope. The weaving is not meticulous, nor is it beautiful. It is not even as exquisite as the hand ropes sold by street vendors. It is knitted stitch by stitch, and it takes a long time.

.

Meng Tang'an was not interested in listening to him, but she was not interested: "My ex-boyfriend also gave me one."

Qi Lou was shocked: "Is it the same?"

"No." She smiled half-heartedly, "Xie Huaijing said I bought it from a roadside stall. It's cheap and saves money."

In a way, they are really similar.

The same hard mouth and soft heart.

"What happened next?" Qi Lou shook his body curiously.

"It's burned."

"What?" He was stunned.

"The day we broke up, I was burned." Meng Tangan said calmly.

No exceptions.

She threw the red rope in her hand into the candlelight!

The flame jumped, and the moment it touched the red rope, it was about to devour it, but Qi Lou stopped it and carefully contained it.

Meng Tangan frowned: "What are you doing?"

"If you don't want it, give it to me." He leaned over and muttered, "I don't think you should throw it away casually."

"Do you still want to keep it to offer him incense during the holidays?"

Meng Tangan never leaves room for such useless things.

Qi Lou said angrily: "I'm happy!"

Obviously he is just a bystander, but he just can't see his sincerity being let down, his love being wasted, his love being ruined, his love ending with a lifetime of regrets.

I want to see the sky eventually, I want to look at the sun, I want to be separated and reunited, I want to love until death.

The hand rope was not burned after all, and was secretly hidden by Qi Lou. Meng Tangan went with him, and had a nightmare that night.

There was a fire burning in the dream. When she woke up, she knocked on her head: "It can't be such a coincidence..."

"What a coincidence?"

"Remember that magic stick?"

"Who is better at maintaining health than me?"

Meng Tangan thought of the phrase "avoid fire" and thought of what happened last night. He thought for a few seconds and finally affirmed: "A coincidence, it is definitely a coincidence."

This night is destined to be restless, everyone has their own thoughts and takes different paths.

Before daybreak, a decree came from the palace, and Emperor Yan summoned Xie Xun into the palace.

Xie Xun wore her wedding clothes and stayed up all night. She sat in the wedding room until dawn without drinking any alcohol. Alcohol can paralyze people's nerves, but it will not reduce the pain.

When he was taking a shower and changing clothes, he opened the wardrobe. Light fragrance lingered in the air, and his eyes were filled with silk dresses from his daughter's house. These were all purchased by Xie Xun for Meng Tang'an.

The sun shines in from outside, but the pavilion is quiet and peaceful. Everything is there. Meng Tang'an's jewelry and portraits are all there, glowing in the light, not stained by dust, as if it was yesterday.

It’s just that Meng Tangan is no longer here.

That’s all.

Xie Xun stared at it for a while, then looked away, changed out of his heavily-tailored wedding dress, found his own clothes from the side, paused for a moment between the black and red colors with his fingertips, and chose a black one.

Easily covers wounds.
Chapter completed!