Once he regrets his marriage, Ten Thousand Blades Villa will lose face in the rivers and lakes, and he will definitely take the Flying Crane Gate.

Feihemen is a small and medium-sized sect, where dare to compare with Wanjian Villa.

There is an endless stream of people coming and going, sabers and guns, beards, big bald heads, tall and thin, short and chubby, all kinds of varieties.

The owner of Wanzhuang was dressed in a dark red brocade robe, standing in front of the villa, and talking to the people who congratulated him on the wedding one by one.

The sound of talking, congratulating, announcing, and beating gongs and drums beat out the most lively scene in the wedding venue.

When it was auspicious, the matchmaker shouted to worship the church, and in the lively hall, they exchanged pleasantries, and the people who spoke suddenly quieted down, and they stopped talking and looked towards the people in the main hall.

The owner of Wan Zhuang and Mrs. Wan sat on the main seat, said a kind word of thanks to the façade in the audience, and directly announced the start of the wedding.

At the back of the crowd, a yellow-faced boy stepped on the flower pier, propped one hand on the shoulder of the elegantly dressed scholar next to him, stretched his neck to look ahead, and kept muttering:

"If it weren't for your rule-breaking avoidance, I would have squeezed to the front to watch. Now I have to tiptoe, and what I see is still black pressing a human head! ”

These two people are naturally Ming Yulong and Rong Yi who used invitations to sneak into the villa.

Seeing that her neck was stretched out, like a little crane that wanted to look into the distance, Rong Yi pursed her lips and smiled faintly, calling her down.

"What are you going to do down, I still want to see Princess Lian get married!" Ming Yulong fell down reluctantly and looked at Rong Yi angrily.

"The flower pier is too short for you to see like this." Rong Yi's pupils were faint, bent down to hug her knees, picked her up and put her on her shoulders, and asked softly, "Can you see it now?" ”

Ming Yulong was startled, she had never sat on the shoulders of anyone other than her father, even if she was a father, she would only sit on it when she was a child.

His fingers grabbed his shoulders and looked down a few times, "You look weak, you can still hold me like this." It would be weird for people to see us sitting on your shoulder, right? ”

Although she looks like a little Zhengtai in men's clothes, the scholar Rong Yi is now dressed as doesn't look very old.

"No matter how weak you are, you still have the strength to hold you." Rong Yi smiled and held her hand to prevent her from falling, "They're all looking ahead." No one noticed. ”

Ming Yulong glanced around, and sure enough, everyone was the same as her, and she had no estimate in her heart, and stretched her neck to look forward.

But what these people want to see is probably that idiot Wan Da Young Master, and what she wants to see is Nalan Lian, Ming Yulong Thief smiled and looked towards the lobby.

It's really convenient to see things at this height, and the dense people in front of her can't cover her vision.

The matchmaker grinned in the hall and shouted, "Husband and wife worship each other!" ”

Nalan Lian's body was draped with a red bridal robe, because it was shorter, revealing the snow-blue brocade robe under him, and Ming Yulong recognized him at a glance.

Thinking that the face below was Nalan Lian's face, she couldn't help but smile secretly, and then went to see this blessed young master Wanda, who could marry His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince as his wife.

As a result, when his eyes turned to the groom, his face was slightly stunned.

Doesn't it mean that Young Master Wan is an idiot who can't take care of himself? Who is the tall groom holding the red rope with a handsome face?

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