"Second uncle...... Ziyan exclaimed, and hurriedly stepped forward to investigate.

"He's in a coma of self-protection because the pain in his body has exceeded the limit of his patience......" Ion Xuan put down the teacup leisurely, got up and left: "Let him rest and it's fine......"

Zi Ye quietly breathed a sigh of relief, groaned slightly, and chased out: "Ion Xuan ......"

Ion Xuan's footsteps did not stop at all, and he turned his eyes and chuckled: "Don't thank me...... You just have to remember that you owe me a great favor......"

……

The daughter of Tan Jinqiu, the champion of the martial arts, marrying the squire Shangguan Xiong, is destined to be a feast.

The full house of guests gathered, laughing loudly one by one, staggering with each other, smiling and jubilant.

It's just that all this laughter stopped abruptly after seeing the few people who came in at the door.

Zhennan Hou Zi Shaofeng wore a dark crimson robe, tied a reckless belt around his waist, and pedaled Chaoyun boots, although he was full of white hair, it was difficult to hide the aura of a veteran Rong Ma exuded from his body.

The purple night on his side, the white clothes are fluttering, the green silk is like ink, the feather crown is golden hairpin, elegant and luxurious, the starry eyes are clear, and the lips are as bright as peach petals.

And the most striking thing is the man in red on the wheelchair pushed by Zi Ye.

Red like blood, tiger eyes shining, on the resolute cheeks, the facial features are engraved especially resolute and solemn, like a bloody killing god, up and down, revealing a strong sense of war spirit.

This man is none other than Ziyan.

No one could have imagined that on this occasion today, they would be able to see three generations of the Zi family attending.

Zhennanhou has not appeared in the homes of these former colleagues who used to be officials in the same dynasty for many years.

Ziyan, that is the storage zài that has long faded out of people's sight.

And that purple night, in my ears, was simply a second ancestor who couldn't get on the stage, and today he was standing here in bright clothes.

And most importantly, what are they standing here for?

As long as you are a little old, you know what the relationship between today's bride and Ziyan is.

Back then, Ziyan was divorced, although people condemned the Shangguan family for being too powerful, but after all, it was impossible for a girl from any family to pin her life's affairs on a crippled body.

And it's a cripple that can hang up at any time.

Therefore, the moment the three generations of their own family appeared today, everyone was confused.

What are they doing here?

Just when the ancient music gradually stopped, and people were silent and looked at each other, a voice that was even enthusiastic suddenly sounded.

"Zhennan Hou...... Hou Ye ......"

The person who came came forward with great enthusiasm and hugged his fists: "Master Hou is coming, the small is too small to be welcome, damn it, damn it......"

This person is about sixty years old, and he is dressed in dark red thick clothes, but it is difficult to hide the aura of a stock merchant.

"You ......"

"Master Hou, it's Tan Fu who is small, and it's a dog in autumn......"

"It turned out to be the father of the champion...... Zi Shao took out the invitation card on his body without smiling, and threw it to Tan Fu casually: "Your face is good, above the court, there are heads and faces, but they are all here, right?" ”

When the invitation was a few inches away from Tan Fu, it was suddenly pulled by a force and fell to the ground, making him scratch a few handfuls and not catch it.

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