"Yes, we are getting married," Zi Yiran repeated, "I will marry you, Han Mengxiao."
Instead of marrying Nie Yunxi, the eldest lady of the General's Mansion, I marry you, Han Mengxiao.
Han Mengxiao's eyes were sore, but she held back the tears. She raised her head and looked at him from below. She couldn't see his face or his eyes. She could only see his long eyelashes shaking from time to time. She said:
"I am not very capable, have a bad temper, am lazy and self-righteous, have high vanity, low self-motivation, high possessiveness, low dedication. I am afraid of hardship and suffering, being in relationships with relatives and neighbors, being lonely, and I can't do anything violent at night.
When I go to bed, if I feel bad during the day, I will sleep until I feel faint and not get up. I have almost no advantages and a lot of disadvantages... Are you sure you want to marry me like this? Do you regret marrying me? "
Zi Yihan tightened the arm holding Han Mengxiao inward: "No regrets."
"Okay then," Han Mengxiao put his head in the crook of Zi Yihan's neck and rubbed it: "Do you still remember that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers?"
"Haha, unless there is a male and a female, right?" Zi Yihan laughed softly: "I will only marry you, tigress!"
I met him and got to know him, and I don’t know when I put him in my heart. I saw his smiling face in my dreams, and I felt very at ease when he was around. I liked his serious face, his free and uninhibited character, and his gloomy and cold personality.
Han only wanted to protect everyone in the world, and his gentle words only made her happy, and that was enough.
Then let's leave it like this, he doesn't have romance, she doesn't say love, we just stay together like this. If the storm is swaying, I hope my heart will not be swayed.
That's fine, he marries her and she marries him. From now on, no matter he is Zi Yihan, the King of Cold, or Ye Hua, the Lord of Heaven, or Han Mengxiao, the owner of a black shop, or Meng'er, the Fairy of Qionghua, he will be her husband.
, she will be his wife, whether it is for a lifetime or for all the generations, if there is no harm or betrayal, she will continue to go with him.
Zi Yihan and Han Mengxiao discussed that Zimo's empire would change hands after one month and he would be very busy by then, so their wedding was scheduled for after March. Han Mengxiao happily agreed.
Half a month later.
Zi Yiran brought his fire fox over and accompanied Han Mengxiao to bask in the sun in the garden. Han Mengxiao was almost in good health, so he naturally understood the sinister intentions of the purple fox princess Luo Shui in sending clothes. She watched Zi Yiran and
He gritted his teeth when he said this, and he hadn't seen Xuanyuan Ye for several days. Knowing that Xuanyuan Ye was from the Purple Fox Clan who had gone to settle accounts with Luoshui, he sighed and let them go.
She, Han Mengxiao, is not a good person, but she will never have such harmful intentions. Princess Luoshui would just play some tricks to vent her jealousy, but if she wanted to kill her, how could she?
How can I have any kindness for such a woman?
"Sister Mengxiao, let me tell you something. If you don't agree, I will never do it." After walking around in the garden, Zi Yiran helped Han Mengxiao sit on the recliner, hesitated for a long time, and said
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Han Mengxiao looked up at him and saw the extremely serious look on his face, and asked, "Yiran, what's the matter? Tell me."
"Sister Mengxiao, I..." Zi Yiran gritted his teeth and said, "I want to be Zi Mo's king."
"What?" Han Mengxiao's eyes widened in an instant, and he immediately felt it was inappropriate, and asked again: "Why are you doing this?"