Seventy-seven meeting GL

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【Catch insects】

The presentation has been postponed to next week, I am working hard to update the text, I feel very touching.

The Fengqi Hall is covered with big red flower balls, and when you look up, it is full of happy characters.

Looking at Mo Ziyou in red makeup, Lang Kangzhe felt like a dream.

The cherry lips are painted vermilion, the Emei is like smoke, and the cheeks are slightly powdered, which is more enchanting than Mei, and more elegant than Peach.The bright eyes are deep and affectionate, and they are full of brilliance when they look around. The bright red dress makes her skin look like fat, and her temperament is as clear as a fairy. The layered skirts outline her perfect figure, and the bun makes her fade away. There is a trace of youthfulness, and the brightness is even more beautiful than before. Mozi's beauty is so beautiful that Lang Kangzhe is fascinated.

But at this moment, Mo Ziyou's eyes were full of surprise.

Lang Kangzhe put away his daze, and walked quickly into the room, with unspeakable emotions flashing in his eyes, looking at the extremely festive Fengqi Palace, he suddenly felt frustrated for a moment.

"The decoration here is very beautiful, and only the specifications of Fengqi Palace can match you..." Lang Kangzhe said sullenly, "Mo'er, I know it may not be appropriate to come here at this moment, but I... really I can't stand it!"

Lang Kangzhe's face showed struggle and unwillingness, he turned around, under the bridge of his nose, a pair of gloomy eyes full of affection and loneliness.

"Do you know how many times I have fantasized about this day in my dreams? I fantasized about the day when you and I were very happy. You came to me in a red wedding dress. It was so beautiful! But when this day really came, you married so well. It's not me, but Xiao Shi! Xiao Shi—the person I'm most familiar with!" Lang Kangzhe's emotions were intense, as if he was full of grievances and had nowhere to confide in.

For a moment, Mo Ziyou was completely at a loss, and Lang Kangzhe suddenly broke into Fengqi Hall, as if someone she had forgotten for a long time suddenly appeared, and she didn't know what to respond for a while.

Lang Kangzhe said, walking towards her in a hurry, "How can you let me feel relieved, Mo'er? Why do you want me to watch your wedding? Why don't I feel sad?" He impulsively stepped forward to hold her back. She, Mo Ziyou couldn't help taking a step back.

"Wait a minute! After all, you and I have special identities. There are many people who are married today, so we must not be too intimate. This way, we are good to you and me." Mo Ziyou calmed down, she frowned slightly, and said lightly.

Lang Kangzhe stopped, his enthusiasm was extinguished immediately, and he couldn't help feeling angry, "Mo'er, do you still care about this at this time?! Marrying Xiao Shi instead of me, don't you have any complaints at all? Our love , have you forgotten?" Lang Kangzhe asked repeatedly.

Mozi is as quiet as a gnat in his throat, and his eyebrows are wrinkled like a small hill, which can't be smoothed no matter how much he strokes.

"...I haven't forgotten, now is not the time to talk about this..." She glanced outside the half-open door, saw no one came back, and seriously persuaded Lang Kangzhe, "Since the emperor has given me a marriage For King Ye, now I am the concubine she is marrying, this matter is known to the world, and it has been recorded in Tianlang's genealogy, it is God's will, why do you need to struggle any longer?"

"God's will? Hahaha, God's will??" Lang Kangzhe took two steps back and laughed loudly, "I, Lang Kangzhe, have never had the word "God's Will" in my dictionary! Do you know that Xiao Shi is actually a woman! Even so , you don't care about it, are you still willing to marry her as a wife, and once it is known to the world, you will be ridiculed by the whole world?!"

Lang Kangzhe's words suddenly rang in his ears like a bolt from the blue.

Mo Ziyou was shocked. She had suspected that Lang Kangzhe knew Lang Yinshi's identity, but when she heard Lang Kangzhe say it, she still felt a chill hit her face, which made people shudder.

She opened her mouth and didn't speak, but felt her chest heaving violently.

"What's wrong? Mo'er, are you sad?"

Lang Kangzhe stared at her closely, not letting go of her subtle look, "Are you sad for Xiao Shi? Do you like her? Tell me!" Mo Ziyou's shoulders hurt, and he rolled his eyes fiercely, as if he wanted to find out everything.

Mo Ziyou retreated again and again, unable to move due to his restraint, she gritted her silver teeth again and again, she really wanted to tell everything at this moment and stop this questioning, but she had to hesitate and weigh...

"Tell me quickly!" Lang Kangzhe growled anxiously because of waiting.

Covered by long sleeves, Mo Ziyou's hands clenched into fists, and he couldn't bear it any longer.

"Let go! Are you crazy, Lang Kangzhe?!" Mo Ziyou shook off his iron-hard hand, annoyed. "Whether he is a man has anything to do with me? It's just a couple in name. I didn't like her, and I can't like her!"

As soon as these words came out, Lang Kangzhe calmed down instantly, as if he had taken a reassurance, the mania in his eyes suddenly dissipated.

Mo Ziyou: "Have you asked enough? Wouldn't it be better for her to be a woman, and she won't insult my reputation! Can you be sober and stop being suspicious?"

The irritability in Mo Ziyou's heart was vented with these words, her face darkened, and her tone became as cold as ice.

"You go. Qingwu will be back soon." Mo Ziyou said coldly, "I don't want anyone to see you here."

She threw off the sleeves of her wedding dress and walked to a corner of the room, not wanting to look at him again.

Surprised by Mo Ziyou's rarely seen anger, Lang Kangzhe knew that he had gone beyond the bounds, and felt remorse and embarrassment.With Mo Ziyou's temperament, he must not be able to bear his offense, he couldn't help softening, and wanted to go forward and say a few words of goodwill.

"Mo'er, I was wrong..." Lang Kangzhe stammered.

"Stop talking!" Mo Ziyou interrupted, "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it later." She closed her eyes, not wanting to hear another word.

Lang Kangzhe saw that her attitude was firm and there was no room for discussion, so he spat bitterly and left the Fengqi Hall with his head sullen.

Sending Lang Kangzhe away, Mo Ziyou sighed deeply, exhaustion was written all over his beautiful face.

"I really don't know how long we'll be entangled." She murmured to herself.

"This palace, how could it be reduced to such a situation?" Mozi sighed deeply.How could she know that after meeting Lang Yinshi, accepting Lang Kangzhe became a completely intolerable thing, and it would take all her strength to deal with him.

Once interrupted by Lang Kangzhe, the wedding night in the bridal chamber seemed to change. The festive wedding hall was less relaxing and more dull.

I haven't eaten for a whole day, and I'm already hungry, but because I'm in a bad mood, I feel tired of seeing a table of fish and meat.

Mo Ziyou approached the table, picked up the jug, and poured himself a glass.

The aged "Nurhong" was swaying in the cup, and Mo Ziyou drank it in one gulp, as if it could drive away boredom.

... I don't know, is it right or wrong for Ben Gong to delay cutting this thread?

However, Xiao Yin was wronged again.She looked at the wine in the glass, feeling a little worried.

When Lang Yinshi came back, it was already very late, the whole Fengqi Palace was very quiet, shrouded in a peaceful and happy halo.

Under Xi Niang's instruction, she gently pushed open the door of the main hall.

The wind that came through the door caused the candles to flicker slightly, and in the brightly lit inner hall, a table of delicacies was placed in front of you, without moving a bit.Ask Qingwu to warm up the food box in his hand, Lang Yinshi walked sideways through the corridor, opened the gauze curtain behind the screen, and saw Mo Ziyou half leaning in front of the couch inlaid with dragon and phoenix patterns, holding a silver pot Fine wine, reddish cheeks, tender eyes.

The face of the sweetheart is like the moon in the water, rippling in front of your eyes, and you can't bear to look away for a long time.

I don't know where the hijab has gone, but I saw that the pink cheeks are as delicate as peach blossoms, the neck is as white as a jade soul, the lips are pink and shiny because of the wine, the gorgeous phoenix crown is slightly drooping, and the strict red wedding dress is layered and complicated. On the contrary, it seems restrained.

"Xiao Yin? You're back?" Mo Ziyou raised his head upon hearing the sound, his eyes were smiling, drunk.

With a misty look, she was two points more lovely and pitiful than usual.

Lang Yinshi couldn't help but soften his heart.

Although she felt a little tired, Mo Ziyou obviously worked harder. The bare headdress weighed many catties, which accommodated the superb craftsmanship of craftsmen from all over the world. The dragon pattern with piles of silk and the phoenix pattern with emerald feathers are bright and beautiful, echoing each other, and decorated with South Sea pearls.

The burnt blue earrings are quite textured and hang by the ears.The necklace on the chest is a Ruyi lock in the traditional style of Xiling, inlaid with the best porcelain turquoise, and there is a silk golden gourd scented ball hanging on the waist.

It's just that all these luxurious accessories at this time set off Mo Ziyou's fatigue and thinness even more, as if he was beautiful and fragile.

Lang Yinshi approached, and helped her up with some distress, smelling the strong smell of alcohol on her body, he was both helpless and funny.

"Why did you drink so much? I didn't even get drunk when I went to drink with you, but you're lucky, you got yourself drunk just now." Lang Yinshi said softly.

Mo Ziyou tilted his head, leaned on her shoulder affectionately, and smiled. "Why, you are only allowed to drink, not me?"

"Heh." Lang Yinshi reached out his hand to help her take off the phoenix crown, "wait a minute..." Mo Ziyou, who was half drunk, stopped her.

"Look at me first..." Mo Ziyou coquettishly said childishly, holding Lang Yinshi's head, making sure Lang Yinshi's eyes met her own, and then she smiled.

"Xiaoyin, am I beautiful?"

Lang Yinshi couldn't help laughing, if he wasn't drunk, he might be so beautiful that her heart would be moved, but if he was drunk, he would become a little fox, more naughty and cute, but less charming.

"Aren't I beautiful?" Seeing that she didn't answer, Mo Ziyou pursed his lips, his face full of sadness.

Lang Yinshi's deep eyes reflected Mo Ziyou in front of him, completely welcoming the person in front of him.Such an intimate approach, and such an intimate night, Mo Ziyou gave her a throbbing that touched the heartstrings, and made her a little greedy, wishing to take this man as her own right away.

"Beautiful. Very beautiful." Lang Yinshi replied.

"Then why don't you fall for me?" Mo Ziyou suddenly showed a captivating smile, and there was a clear allure in his eyes.

Lang Yinshi's eyes gradually deepened, like a whirlpool, which began to devour her other thoughts. "Then why do you want me?" She said, unable to withstand the temptation, she leaned forward and gently kissed the corner of her mouth, lingering on her lips. "Who says I'm not moved? I'm so excited."

Mo Ziyou hugged her neck, and obediently met her lips. The two of them were immersed in the sweet entanglement of lips and teeth for a moment. Perhaps it was the wedding night, and everything was reasonable. Together, take a step further, raise the other's white teeth, catch the other's uvula, feel the chasing and playing of each other's uvula, gradually the lips and teeth are full of fluid, and the breath is full of each other's breath.

Even though the two have known each other for a long time, such moments of deep affection are few and far between, and it is completely unsatisfactory.

At this time, Qingwu knocked on the door outside, "My lord, the cakes are ready."

Thinking of Mo Ziyou's empty stomach, Lang Yinshi had no choice but to stop the fierce kiss, letting Mo Ziyou, who was panting slightly, stick to her arms, "I've been hungry all day, let's go have some snacks. "

Mo Ziyou was really hungry, so he nodded obediently.

Walking through the promenade and sitting down at the table outside, the cakes in the imperial dining room are very delicate and delicious, sweet and soft.

Mo Ziyou was eating his snacks, then stopped suddenly, and turned to Lang Yinshi.

"Xiaoyin, I have something to ask you."

Seeing Lang Yinshi looking over, she hesitated a little, but she seemed determined to ask.

"I want to ask you... that day, when Lang Kangzhe got married, outside the Zichen Hall, did you see me and him?" Mo Ziyou said, a little embarrassed, he didn't dare to look up at her, just played with his hands. of silver sticks.

Lang Yinshi rested his chin and watched her eat snacks, he was slightly startled when he heard the words, recalling the scene of that day, he couldn't help frowning.

"……Um."

After a while, she responded lightly.

really.Mo Ziyou sighed helplessly in his heart.Lang Yinshi probably saw Lang Kangzhe kissing her clearly, and probably misunderstood her.

"No wonder you were angry with me at the time. If Lan Xi hadn't mentioned it, I suddenly realized that I might still have misunderstood you as having a weird temper." Mozi said clearly, and she pulled Lalang Yinshi's sleeve apologetically. "Xiao Yin, have you ever cared about the matter between me and Lang Kangzhe since then?" Mo Ziyou asked seriously.

Lang Yinshi was noncommittal.

"It's true that it's been a few days." Lang Yinshi laughed, thinking about it now, he just feels stupid.

Mo Ziyou bit his lip and hesitated for a moment.

"Actually, Lang Kangzhe came here before you came back today." She confessed as if she had made up her mind.

"Ah."

"Xiao Yin, are you unhappy that he came to see me?" Mo Ziyou asked carefully, poking the pastry with a stick with his head down. "...There is nothing between me and him."

"I know."

"Today is our big wedding day, and I don't want you to be unhappy at all." Mo Ziyou was annoyed, his expression full of confusion.

...Silly, how could I be unhappy?

Lang Yinshi was about to speak, when he saw that Mo Ziyou still smelled of alcohol, and looked at him with a pair of misty eyes full of apology, very pitiful, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and realized something.

"You'er, didn't you drink for this?" Lang Yinshi paused, "Is it because you are afraid that I will be unhappy?"

Mo Ziyou was stunned for a moment, his face flushed, and he shook his head again and again, "No!"

"I was afraid that you would lose your temper again. Thinking about it would give you a headache, so I accidentally drank two more glasses..."

"..."

Lang Yinshi didn't know whether he was moved or sighed for a moment, he just felt warm in his heart.Is my mood so important to you?In fact, it's not that she doesn't care. What happened on the night of Lang Kangzhe's wedding has always been a hurdle in her heart. God knows that this kind of misunderstanding is hidden, and Mo Ziyou's heart cannot be determined. How many entanglements and struggles she has had.

Thinking that you can forget it without mentioning it, thinking that you can be so generous that you don’t need to be taken care of by others, but the feeling of being cared for by your sweetheart is also wonderful, isn’t it?

The hurdle in her heart that had been in her heart for a long time was gently smoothed away by Mo Ziyou.

Looking at Mo Ziyou with a serious face, she sighed resignedly.

"I don't mind the matter between you and Lang Kangzhe at all now."

"Really?"

"Really." Lang Yinshi nodded, "Hurry up and have a snack, we have other things to do."

"Anything else? In such a hurry?" Mo Ziyou asked, tilting his head.

"Festival night in the bridal chamber, what are you talking about?" Lang Yinshi raised the corner of his mouth, showing a playful smile, "Yes, I'm in a hurry... I can't wait."

Mo Ziyou seemed to realize something, bursts of red clouds welled up on his pink cheeks.