Yan Nanji blurted out the question, her ears were hot and red, but her face pretended to be calm, waiting nervously for Leng Qingshuang's answer.
"none of your business."
The deserted frost is hunting the black lines all over the head in the strong wind.
"Mr. Yan is just extraordinarily curious."
Yan Nanji frowned and said, "After all, a junior sister is as fierce as a yaksha. Most men will shy away from her when they see her. If they meet a ghost or a snake, things like marriage are not something that a junior sister should have."
The corner of Leng Qingshuang's mouth twitched sharply, her eyes were tinged with anger, and her whole face turned cold, "I won't bother Senior Brother Yan about marriage. To be honest, Senior Brother, I do have a marriage in the North, which will disappoint you.
Yes, I can still get married. Otherwise, on the day of the competition in the North, I can treat my senior brother to a wedding bar."
"Wedding wine?"
Yan Nanji opened her mouth and froze all over. Seeing Leng Qingshuang talking about the marriage in the north with pride, she felt particularly dazzling.
He just stayed where he was, and the burning sensation on his ears had completely cooled down. He lowered his head in despair, like a child who hadn't eaten any candy. He was completely different from the high-spirited and high-spirited boy he once was.
Leng Qingshuang frowned and looked at Yan Nanji suspiciously.
When the birds and beasts were flying, they encountered a sudden storm and were bumped several times.
Leng Qingshuang firmly grasped the feathers of the bird and beast, but Yan Nanji didn't move at all, letting the bumps slide and showing no sign of struggle even if she slipped.
"Yan Nanji, why are you so crazy?"
Leng Qingshuang swept away in one step, and when Yan Nanji was about to fall out of the sky, her jade hands grabbed Yan Nanji's waist and directly pulled her back.
The two of them were very close, and Yan Nanji was in Leng Qingshuang's arms. When she raised her head and opened her eyes, she saw the profile of the beauty close at hand, and smelled the fragrant cold fragrance.
Birds and beasts flew across the Ten Thousand Mountains, and the rustling wind stirred up the frosty hair on the temples, which happened to brush against Yan Nanji's face. It was tingling and tingling at the same time, and it also touched the heartstrings.
"Junior Sister Leng."
Yan Nanji opened her mouth, her voice was extremely hoarse, and the hot breath from her thin lips fell on Leng Qingshuang's neck.
"Xiao Yanzi, I'm warning you, don't die on my territory next time, otherwise how can I explain to Xiao Yue'er?"
Leng Qingshuang waved the four gold chains: "Are you saying that I am seeking wealth and killing myself for the four gold chains?"
Yan Nanji was stunned for a while, hiding the disappointment in her eyes.
Then, he suddenly snatched the gold chain from Leng Qingshuang's hand.
He glared at Leng Qingshuang fiercely, and then turned back to his bird-and-beast chance, with a drooped face, as if someone else owed him money.
Leng Qingshuang, who was empty-handed, was a little confused and couldn't figure out what was going on with Yan Nanji's uncertainty.
"Yan Nanji, you are just jealous that I am getting married." Leng Qingshuang crossed her arms over her chest and looked sideways.
"Are you jealous that you have a fiancé with poor taste?"
Yan Nanji snorted twice, no longer looking at Leng Qingshuang, and turned her lonely back towards him.
Leng Qingshuang gritted her teeth and wished she could tear Yan Nanji into pieces.
Then they saw that Yan Nanji put the four thick chains around her neck one by one as if she was angry, and she was still muttering: "If Yan is dead when he is a child, he will definitely be a spoiled child when he gets married and starts a career."
I have a cloud of beautiful wives and concubines, all of them gentle and virtuous.”
Leng Qingshuang touched her chin and said speechlessly: "There may be something wrong with this person."
Yan Nanji looked hard at Leng Qingshuang from the corner of her eyes, observing the slightest change in Leng Qingshuang.
But what disappointed him was that Leng Qingshuang was completely indifferent to the beauty of his lovely wife.
Yan Nanji groaned, lying weakly on the back of the bird and beast, looking at the vast sky, filled with a bit of youthful sadness.
The northern wedding wine mentioned by Leng Qingshuang sounded in her ears again, and Yan Nanji suddenly felt a dull pain in her chest, and her throat felt sour.
Yan Nanji exhaled a long breath, a circle of amber crimson spread around her eyes, and the pain in her heart had spread to her limbs.
"Lengqingshuang."
Yan Nanji turned around and said in a low voice: "Is it okay if we don't get married?"
But the sound of the wind was so strong and so high that Leng Qingshuang couldn't hear clearly and thought Yan Nanji had just farted.