In front of the gate of Mufu, the people sandwiched the road, and the gongs and drums were noisy.

The hour, that is, between nine and eleven o'clock in the morning, is the scheduled time in the book to welcome the family.

Therefore, the entire capital has shown a rare jubilation and excitement.

At that time, the sedan chair will travel all over half of the capital, although its grand occasion is not as good as that day's army, but it is not too much worse.

After all, everything is simple, and someone who is the boss doesn't want to be dragged through the streets.

But then again, although the wedding was planned by the Ministry of Rites and was unprecedented, it is hard to say how much of it was sincere wishes and how much of it was schadenfreude.

Duan Duan is the sentence that people are terrible, and they can kill people and punish their hearts.

This is what Qiao Le has been thinking in his heart after following Jun Yan all the way.

Because along the way, she heard a lot of foul language.

Although the second daughter of the Mu family also deserves it, Mu Kite's hand is no less than the bottom of the kettle.

After all, people say, many times, it is better than a sharp knife to kill.

Especially, it is still in such a conservative ancient text......

Don't ask her why she thinks Mu Yuan did it, ask if it's ten heroines, nine of them have done this kind of thing.

Compared to those thankless schemes, this rumor spreading is simply tried-and-true.

It's just like launching a keyboard warrior on the modern Internet, it's easy and fast, convenient and hassle-free.

In short, it is the first choice for home travel, retaliation, and the death of people.

Abbreviation, shrimp pork heart!

Qiao Le heard it, and Jun Yan, who was walking beside her, naturally heard it too.

It's just that unlike Qiao Le's feelings, Jun Yan wants to protect her little goblin and never let others poke her backbone.

So before marrying her home, I still have to endure it.

The wedding was unprecedented, and the streets were crowded.

Qiao Le, the vicious female partner, thought about it carefully, and immediately stretched out her salty pig hand without hesitation and grabbed Jun Yan's hand.

Of course, the first time you commit a crime, you will inevitably have a weak heart.

Qiao Le: "Jun Yan, there are too many people here, I don't know the way, I can't get separated from you......"

Jun Yan: "With me here, you can't lose it." ”

didn't listen to Qiao Le's weak speech, Jun Yan just glanced at her with a smile, and naturally turned around and clasped her little hand.

And when he looked at it so casually, Qiao Le, who was not too nervous, was really nervous.

Because she always has the illusion that she is not good for being sultry, but she is being teased.

However, the white prostitute holds hands, and there is no loss!

So, Qiao Le followed Jun Yan like that, watched him block the crowd for himself, and took himself all the way to the vicinity of Mu's house.

And at this time, the standard plot of the ancient saying was naturally triggered, climbing the building, leaning against the window, condescending, and began to watch.

Well, the actor has a VIP seat, the first golden melon eating position in the book.

Jole successfully gets!

Directly opposite the Mu family, just overlooking the panorama, it is like aerial photography online, the real scene of the TV series.

One word - cool!

Probably, this is the male protagonist.

is either eating melons and watching a play, or on the way to do these things.

It's really, very, very hardworking.

Model worker, model worker!

Jun Yan: "Qiao Le, how do you describe this scene of marriage?" ”

Just when Qiao Le was stunned, Jun Yan, who was looking down, suddenly looked back and asked her questions.

Qiao Le thought about it, and immediately gave Jun Yan a sentence.

Qiao Le: "Wow, amazing, good-looking, really rich!" ”

Jun Yan: "......"

That's it?

Jun Yan: Star~

Qiao Le: Stay~

Or else?

Being stared at by Jun Yan like this, Qiao Le always had an ominous premonition.

So, non-chieftain intuition, you know.

Jun Yan: "Qiao Le, why don't you give me a poem?" ”

Qiao Le: "......"

A poem?

Why don't I sing you a song?