An Yixin followed the man's finger and really saw a woman in a royal blue dress standing beside Mrs. Wang, and couldn't help but be surprised. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's been almost a year, and with Mrs. Wang's shrewdness, she hasn't figured out a way to get rid of this thorn in her eye. On a day like today, Xiaoqiu can still come out to follow her to receive guests, which shows that although Mrs. Wang has retained her and her son's status, she may not have many insiders, and it seems that she can only be regarded as a miserable victory.

An Yixin was thinking about it, when he saw the Ministry of Rites Shangshu and Mrs. Wang smiling and thanking the guests in the hall, and then walked to the chair in the middle and sat down upright. Miss Xiaoqiu smiled and stood next to Mrs. Wang's chair.

Shen Yu leaned out of Zhao Ziyan's arms, leaned into An Yixin's ear, and muttered quietly. "I thought this Xiaoqiu girl was as charming as Sister Hua, but I didn't expect to look older and uglier than Mrs. Wang. I really don't know what the Ministry of Rites Shangshu thinks, but he has been secretly with her for twenty years. ”

An Yixin thought so, and nodded hurriedly, "I'm also wondering, no matter how much this Xiaoqiu girl laughs, she looks bitter." ”

"Maybe Lord Shangshu doesn't want her to be beautiful, but just wants to find an alliance that can fight against his wife together after closing the door." Suddenly, someone interjected lightly.

An Yixin couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud, General, you gossip and gossip, don't be so ghostly, isn't it?

She smiled too brightly, and the two gossipy women next to her gave her a dissatisfied.

Lu Yunshen raised his eyebrows lightly, the coercion on his body was emanated, and the beads on the heads of the two gossiping women clanked, and they couldn't help but tremble.

Although their hearts were shivering with cold, they insisted on taking a step and did not retreat, the young man in red next to him was so handsome that he would never see one in eight lifetimes, even if he suddenly changed the world, he had to take a second look.

Wang Wenmao was surrounded by a group of teenagers and walked over, he was wearing a red wedding dress, very tall, delicate appearance, although he blushed slightly, but he looked peaceful, his steps were elegant and calm, and he was quite a bit of the demeanor of a young man.

There is such a big problem with his life experience, the three ladies insist on refusing to withdraw from the marriage, and the handsome appearance of the prince is indeed an important reason.

Of course, no woman will look at him now, everyone is either looking at the sedan chair, or looking at the sedan chair, or peeking at Lu Yunshen and Zhao Ziyan.

Amid the sound of firecrackers, the sedan chair was carried into the door.

Lu Yunzhen was helped out of the sedan chair by the bride. The bride in red stood in the sun, covered in exquisite embroidery, but because she was covered with a hijab, she couldn't see anything, so although she stood with her back straight, she had an inexplicable gentleness.

Brilliance and cowardice reflect each other, although you can't see her face, and you can't see your figure in the complicated wedding dress, but it still makes people feel that she is unbelievably beautiful.

The bride put one end of the red silk into her hand.

Lu Yunzhen trembled, and only after a while did he gently move forward half a step.

The guests let out a good-natured laugh.

Several little boys ran forward, singing happy songs, and threw the new rice and money in their hands on the newcomer's head. Although most of the male guests were officials, they also began to coax loudly at this moment, not to mention those female dependents, who pointed at the point, laughed and praised loudly.

Lu Yunshen looked at An Yixin, the little girl smiled heartlessly, purely watching the excitement, and there was no envy and longing on her face.

Wang Wenmao finally put aside his reserve and showed a smile on his face. He grasped the other end of the red silk tightly, and began to walk towards the main room without hesitating to land Yunzhen's steps.

The bride and groom entered the main hall, and the crowd 'hula' gathered around. An Yixin stood steadily, with Lu Yunshen and Zhao Ziyan beside her, two peerless masters, are you still afraid of crowding?

"Worship heaven and earth." The prime minister shouted.

Outside the door, there was a loud uproar, and all the distinguished guests inside the door were also laughing and coaxing. An Yixin saw Mrs. Wang's shoulders swaying, raised her hand and rubbed the corners of her eyes, and she cried happily.

"Two worship the high hall." The prime minister shouted loudly again.

Wang Wenmao looked at his mother, his lips trembled slightly with a smile on his face, and he knelt on his knees and kowtowed respectfully, just when his head was about to touch the red felt, Miss Xiaoqiu suddenly stepped forward and blocked in front of Mrs. Wang.

The lively guests reacted very quickly, and immediately changed from cheering to exclamation.

Wang Wenmao raised his head in surprise, and saw Miss Xiaoqiu standing in front of him, and suddenly his face turned red, and he stood up with a 'rub'.

"You rotten ****, I'll fight with you today." Mrs. Wang also jumped up, grabbed Miss Xiaoqiu's hair from behind, and pulled it back hard, Miss Xiaoqiu took a step back, screaming loudly in pain, her hands fluttering, but she was not dragged down.

Wang Wenmao raised his foot and kicked her stomach. "Dead girl, rotten woman, dare me to kowtow to you." He cursed and lifted his foot again.

Mrs. Wang grabbed Miss Xiaoqiu's hair tightly, her mouth opened and closed quickly, and there were various adjectives in front of, rotten,, and ****, and she scolded her much better than her son.

And it's a lot rougher.

An Yixin was surprised and amused, it turned out that the dignified and noble Mrs. Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites was so able to scold, it was much more than the third lady could scold.

"Don't fight, don't scold, there are still guests!" The Ministry of Rites also stood up and shouted loudly.

No one paid attention to him, his wife was responsible for scolding, and his son was responsible for beating.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu rolled up his sleeves and pushed it on his son's chest, "Little rabbit, don't you have long ears?" I ......" he said, turning around and slapping Madame Wang in the face.

Madame Wang shouted, and the eyes of all the guests widened.

Ouch, Lord Shangshu beating his wife in front of so many guests?

Lord Shangshu's slap made her stand clear, and Miss Xiaoqiu suddenly turned over and tore up, hugging Mrs. Wang with a wild roar. Wang Wenmao was just pushed away by his father, and when he saw his mother being beaten at this moment, he immediately pounced again.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu's face was flushed, and he rolled up his sleeves indiscriminately, looking at the three people who were scuffling, and he didn't know how to start.

The two brides rushed forward and grabbed Lu Yunzhen, who was covered by the cover and couldn't see anything, and was still kneeling on the ground and was about to run out.

In the end, the minister was well-informed, and when he saw that the bride was frightened and wanted to protect the bride, he hurriedly shouted, "I can't run, I haven't finished worshipping yet." ”

The guests cried wolf for a while, and it turned out that it was Lu Yunqi and Lu Yunliang who stepped on everyone's shoulders and rushed into the house.

Wang Wenmao had already picked up a mahogany tea tray and was about to shoot it at his father, when he saw the two people falling from the sky, he was immediately overjoyed, "Uncle and brother, you can help me beat that." ”

"Little brute." The Ministry of Rites Shangshu pointed at his son and scolded.

An Yixin looked at such a lively worship hall, laughing so much that she almost couldn't stand still, so she easily grabbed Lu Yunshen's arm and borrowed strength, tiptoeing, lest she miss a glance.

Lu Yunshen only felt a pair of small hands wrapped around his arms, and his heart rippled. He originally felt that the lethality of a fight at this level was too low to intervene, and now he was even more lazy to care.

He stood calmly beside An Yixin, in the chaos, motionless like a mountain. (To be continued.) )