[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

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The whole room fell silent, and Meng Jiang felt a little embarrassed. "Hey, are you sure you want to take me there? You are the head of the Tang Sect, not me. There is no need for me to go to clear up construction issues..."

"But you are the wife of the sect leader, and you must be there when meeting the parents." With a chuckle, Tang San tightened his grip on Meng Jiang's hand, pinched the green-onion-like fingers in his palm and kneaded them, " What, Ajaan, are you... nervous?"

The previous embarrassment of being teased by Ma Hongjun was gone, and seeing Meng Jiang's rare unnaturalness, Tang San felt both love and pity for her while it was novel, and he couldn't help but want to tease her.

"You are the only one who is nervous, your whole family is nervous!" Meng Jiang blurted out to retort, but finally realized that he was too excited. He looked up and saw the young man's smiling eyes, and buried his face in his hands in annoyance, "Tang Xiaosan, I hate you so much!"

The smile on Tang San's lips never faded, but he was also afraid of making Meng Jiang anxious and stretching his claws to scratch, so he lowered himself down and coaxed, "Okay, okay, it was my fault, A Jiang, don't hate me." ,Um?"

"You said you don't hate it, so you don't hate it? Then wouldn't I be very shameless?" Meng Jiang glanced at him from between her fingers, secretly pouting, "Tang Xiaosan, you have business there, don't always think about this It’s a slant thing.”

Grabbing the two small hands of Bai Zhi that were covering his face, Tang San said helplessly, "Okay, if I want to get down to business, I'll listen to you."

"Hey, you listen to me no matter what you say?" Meng Jiang began to refuse, "You are the sect leader who listens to me, so you might as well just give me the position of sect leader."

Tang San:……

He finally figured out that Ajaan was taking revenge on him for teasing her earlier.

"What a careless person." Holding the person in his arms, Tang San decisively lowered his head and blocked the lips that still wanted to chatter. At this time, not letting anyone talk was the most perfect solution. He couldn't defeat Meng Jiang anyway.

Even her breath was taken away, and Meng Jiang couldn't say a word. She felt secretly resentful in her heart. She grabbed Tang San's collar with her fingers and exerted force. With a "squeak" sound, the collar was torn open by her.

After the kiss, Meng Jiang wiped the saliva from his lips with the back of his hand. His heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge, and he almost said triumphantly, "Ha, go change your clothes! I won't mend your torn clothes."

——Sure enough, he still showed off his claws.

Just like a wild and untamable cat.

Resigned to his fate, he changed into another outfit. The blue outfit made him look very handsome. Meng Jiang lazily raised his eyes and commented, "He looks quite human."

Originally, Tang San wanted to wear white clothes, but Meng Jiang firmly opposed it. In her words, "Wearing white clothes to see the world, who should wear sackcloth to show mourning?" Therefore, Tang San never wore white clothes in the future. Pure white.

This is really because Sangji used to wear white clothes before, which aroused her physical disgust. Of course, since Mingjiao and Penglai's clothes are not all white, Meng Jiang adapts well.

At this moment, she was staring at her skirt that was slit to the crotch and was entangled: "Tang San, you say...should I change clothes too? Your aunt teaches etiquette, isn't it too dignified for me to do this?"

Hearing this, Tang San raised his eyebrows, his eyes narrowed for a moment, and then he said seriously, "A Jiang, we are here to do business, what are you thinking about?" He really still wanted to tease A Jiang, this feeling was really Somewhat addictive.

Then Meng Jiang was really furious: "Shut up! Who said you don't need to pay attention to your image when doing business? Do you have to meet your parents before you can change clothes? I love to be beautiful. I'm tired of wearing this and want to change to a new dress. What's wrong? ? Huh, why don’t I change it?”

As she said that, she was about to walk out the door.

Seeing that he really made people anxious, Tang San panicked a little. Although girls have a fierce temperament when they are angry, he didn't want Meng Jiang to get angry because of this, especially because of himself, otherwise he would Even death is inevitable.

"Ajaan, Ajaan, don't be angry. It's my fault. It's my fault." He quickly took a few steps to hold the door that was about to open, stretched out his hand to pull the person into his arms, "I'm sorry, don't be angry, it's my fault." I said something wrong. Ajaan, you can change it if you want, whether it’s a meeting or not..."

"How dare you say those three words again?!" She raised her head suddenly.

"Ahem, I mean, no matter what time, Ajaan, you can wear whatever you want, even if it means changing into a new dress every hour." He carefully kissed Meng Jiang's temples, "So, Ajaan, you still need to change your clothes. ?"

His anger subsided, Meng Jiang pushed Tang San away, "I can change a new dress every hour, how can I have so many? Besides, even if I have, I'm still tired."

"We can buy it without us." Tang San smiled softly, "You can buy as much as you want."

"Humph." Meng Jiang glanced at him, "Wait here."

After saying that, she turned around and went to the inner room. When she came out, she had already put on Penglai's Hemeng suit. Although... well, although the slit of this dress still reaches to the crotch, the whole suit is indeed more conservative and dignified, and the design is not too complicated and does not appear too extravagant. At least there are not so many pearls, corals and gold ornaments. .

Overall, very perfect.

Tang San: Finally, I didn’t reveal so much.

He smiled and praised: "Ajaan, you look best in Penglai clothes." It's best to wear them all the time.

It's actually not that far from the academy to Yuexuan, just walk. Meng Jiang walked beside Tang San, and when she raised her head, she could see the bright sunshine. The dazzling golden crow would not allow a mortal to look directly at it rudely, so she burst into tears.

"Don't look at the sun, it will hurt your eyes." He raised his hand to gently cover his eyes, and Tang San took out his own Shrek mask and covered Meng Jiang's face, "How do you feel now?"

"Much better." Holding the metal mask steady with his hands, Meng Jiang blinked away the excess tears, "I've been wearing the hood for a long time, and I'm not used to it when my face is suddenly exposed."

It's not that she won't take off her hood when wearing Mingjiao clothes, but taking off the fire coat and putting on the long-lost shark gauze again, it feels like she has been living in the darkness and has not been exposed to the sun for a long time. , and then suddenly, she was pulled out of the darkness and thrown into the sun to bake. Perhaps if this state continues for a long time, even people will turn into rats in the gutter, with their heads covered and their faces cowered.

The holy fire is to her like a candlelight to a moth. It may be controllable, but it is elusive and cannot dispel her darkness.

Meng Jiang felt satisfied after holding Tang San's hand affectionately, so when looking for a romantic partner, he should look for someone who is obedient and well-behaved.

When he came to Yuexuan, as an outstanding graduate of Yuexuan, Tang San's face was his passport. Someone had already invited Mrs. Yue, the owner of Yuexuan, after seeing him.

Meng Jiang heard from Tang San that Madam Yue's name was Tang Yuehua, she had a mutated martial spirit, level nine soul power, and a noble ring in the field of talent. Meng Jiang looked at the graceful woman whose steps were slightly faster but still elegant, and couldn't help but admire her.

If she only compares with appearance and temperament, Meng Jiang is not bad. The accumulation of experience and time makes her not as impetuous as the average 20-year-old young man. However, Meng Jiang's temperament lies in the mystery revealed in contradictions, and The woman in front of me is a true noble.

The so-called nobility does not necessarily have to have aristocratic blood, but is something reflected in a person's etiquette, self-cultivation, temperament, how to deal with others and other aspects.

As for Meng Jiang, aside from her charlatanism, she is more like a pampered boudoir lady, familiar with poetry and books, literary and romantic, leaning on the railing and forgetting, holding flowers and laughing.

To use a not-so-appropriate metaphor, it is like the difference between a royal family and an aristocratic family. However, the Haotian Sect has been passed down for a long time and can be considered a noble family.

"Xiao San." Tang Yuehua walked over quickly, raised his hand and rubbed Tang San's head affectionately, "After such a long absence, I thought you had forgotten me as your aunt."

"How could it be? It's just that I happened to be distracted by something during this period. No, I finally relaxed today and came to see you right away." The handsome young man lowered his head thoughtfully so that the woman could stroke his hair.

Meng Jiang stood aside and looked at Tang San like this, feeling a little strange.

But Tang Yuehua had already looked at her at this time. Judging from the close relationship between Meng Jiang and Tang San, Meng Jiang's identity was self-evident. So the smart woman covered her lips and smiled, "Xiaosan, this must be the confidante you missed every day when you were studying here."

Do you miss him every day? Meng Jiang couldn't help but feel proud, hey, I'm quite charming. She bowed her head slightly and saluted with standard etiquette, and her face showed a bit of the shyness of a young girl when being teased. She was exactly the kind of well-behaved person that elders like most, "Hello, Mrs. Yue, I am Meng Jiang."

——She knows best how to gain a person's favor quickly.

"Hello to you, too." Tang Yuehua took her hand kindly, and Meng Jiang saw what seemed to be a "kind" look on this face that looked no more than twenty-seven, "Good boy, come on." Let me go upstairs, this is not the place to talk."

Turning around and gouging out Tang San quietly, Meng Jiang followed Tang Yuehua's strength and walked up the stairs. To be honest, Meng Jiang couldn't bear this kind of enthusiasm, but since she knew how much the other party's soul power was, and Tang Yuehua was Tang San's elder, she had to act obediently and couldn't break away according to her own whim.

Her temper is really intolerable to most people.

Tang San discussed with Tang Yuehua the problems during the construction of Tang Clan, and he needed Tang Yuehua's connections to help him clear the way to the royal family, so as to avoid trouble caused by exceeding the specifications during construction.

Tang Yuehua immediately agreed to his nephew's request. Meng Jiang thought it would take some effort, but it went very smoothly.

Then, the topic turned to Meng Jiang.

Meng Jiang answered many questions under Tang Yuehua's eager attitude, but they basically asked her about her situation, such as how old she was, who else was in her family, and when did she meet Tang San.

Tang Yuehua looked at the girl in front of him and became more and more satisfied. She was good-looking, had a good personality, was talented, and could bring a lot of help to her nephew. She was the perfect choice for his nephew-in-law. She had never been married and regarded Tang San as her son, so she was very concerned about his life-long affairs.

She lost track of time while chatting, and seeing that it was getting late, she wanted to stay with the two of them for dinner, but Tang San saw Meng Jiang's discomfort, so he declined politely.

It wasn't until he left Yuexuan that Meng Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Huh, your aunt is too enthusiastic."

"Yes, but she also cares. It can be seen that she likes you very much." Tang San's face looked extremely soft under the moonlight.

Meng Jiang thought about it for a moment, her heart trembled, and she muttered, "I'm afraid I like it too much."

Sighing softly, Tang San stroked Meng Jiang's long, silky hair, "Ajiang, what are you worried about? Dad has known for a long time that I like you, and he is also very happy."

Hearing this, Meng Jiang rolled his eyes: "Oh, you don't understand."

That feeling is actually a bit similar to an ugly daughter-in-law meeting her parents-in-law. Although she is familiar with Tang Hao, it is indeed the first time for Tang Yuehua to meet him.

But now it seems that the result is good. As expected, elders like well-behaved children, and Meng Jiang is very good at pretending to be well-behaved.

Thinking of this, those tensions and worries gradually disappeared.

"Okay, let's go." She grabbed the young man's hand, "I'm still hungry."