The land of the Wang clan is full of lights.

Wang Xi's boudoir.

At this moment, she has been served by the maidservant, put on her Xia clothes, and her whole person is more and more bright and moving, the smile on her face is stiff, but tears are falling uncontrollably from her eyes.

A Zhu hairpin was slowly inserted into her hair bun, and the bronze mirror reflected her alluring face, and Wang Yuan beside her.

Wang Yuan steadied Zhu Hai and sighed:

"This is what your mother left, so let's go with you today."

Wang Xi's eyes struggled with sorrow.

There was a knock at the door:

"Master, the Qin family's aunt is less than a hundred steps away from the clan land, and he is about to arrive."

Wang Yuan's eyes flickered, and he walked out of the door with his hands behind his back, and outside the door were more than a dozen Wang clan people, all of whom were white, and their eyes were full of expectation.

He clenched his fists and said loudly:

"Xi'er's trip will be left to you, remember to take care of her."

"Follow the Patriarch's orders!" More than a dozen old men replied in a deep voice.

The Qin family came to the Wang family to pick up relatives, and there were only ten people all the way.

First, the real wedding celebration place is in the Qin clan's land, and second, in Taiyuan City, no one dares to disobey the Wang family's related things.

If ten people can't pick up Wang Xi, it can only prove that Qin Tianlang's incompetence and Wang's majesty are no longer there.

No one would have thought that Zhao Wujiang would rob Qin Tianlang halfway.

At this moment, he was sitting on a tall horse, gradually approaching the land of the Wang clan.

Gradually, there are many palaces and pavilions, and the white walls and black tiles stretch.

The Wang clan land is not so magnificent, and there are no gold, stone and jade objects to the eye, but it gives people a sense of vicissitudes and profound heritage.

He had stepped into the palace of the king's first horizontal character.

The gongs and drums are noisy, and the red and pink ribbons are wrapped around the beams and pillars.

Zhao Wujiang stepped into the palace with a big grin, his eyes were full of yin and yang, and he constantly sensed the powerhouses around him.

The vast majority of the Wang family didn't know Qin Tianlang, they only knew that Qin Tianlang was handsome and dignified, and when they saw Zhao Wujiang handsome and beautiful at this moment, they only thought that he was Qin Tianlang of the Qin family who came to pick up his relatives.

Everyone congratulated one after another, saying words of congratulations and compliments in their mouths, and Zhao Wujiang smiled kindly and returned the salute one by one.

There were several imposing old men drinking tea, and they were one of the elders of the Seven Great Clans.

"Brother Qin Chen, your Qin Clan's Qin Tianlang is here." The old man of the Wang clan smiled and spoke, he sat on the wooden chair, and his old face was as bright as a chrysanthemum.

The old Qin clan who was called Qin Chen had a smile on his face, stroked his beard, raised his eyes, and then was stunned.

Zhao Wujiang was walking at the moment, and saw several clan elders drinking tea, and looked at himself at the same time, although he didn't know him, but he didn't panic at all, and he could see through his clothes that the old man in the green shirt was the Qin family.

Then he strode forward, approached the clan elders, and clasped his fists:

"The juniors have seen a few seniors."

Qin Chen's beard was white, and some of them didn't react, Zhao Wujiang had already pulled up his arm and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect to see my uncle here, and my nephew is very happy."

"You are" Qin Chen gasped, his mind constantly recalling which clan this was.

"Brother Qin Chen, your family is as gentle as jade in dealing with people, and this humble bearing is rare, hehe." Some clan elders smiled and sighed.

Zhao Wujiang smiled with a slight shyness of the young man, scratched his head, and said respectfully, "Seniors, the juniors will pick up Xi'er first."

Seeing Zhao Wujiang's respectful attitude, several clan elders smiled even more, and waved their hands with a smile:

"Go, go, don't let her wait."

Zhao Wujiang grabbed the arm of the clan elder Qin Chen and walked towards the deeper building of the Wang clan.

Qin Chen felt the kindness and respect of the handsome young man beside him, he was unsure for a moment, and asked, "Which line of child are you?"

"Uncle clan, it's me, I'm boundless." Zhao Wujiang said with a smile, his eyes were flowing with yin and yang, and his left pupil was even deeper.

"Borderless." Qin Chen muttered, puzzled, "Where is Tianlang?"

"He, if something can't come, I'll replace him." Zhao Wujiang opened his mouth faintly.

"Nonsense! Is there a substitute for this?" Qin Chen was furious.

The next moment, a drop of rain from the sky snapped on his head, and his body stiffened for a moment, and he no longer spoke.

Zhao Wujiang and Qin Chen walked side by side, and all the way they met him, they all bowed down to him and congratulated him, and no one doubted his identity.

When he was about to arrive at the second horizontal palace of the king character, in front of the bluestone road, a figure slowly walked out.

The eyebrows are vicissitudes, the facial features are three-dimensional, the sword eyebrows fly obliquely, and the beard is half white.

It is Wang Yuan, the current patriarch of the Wang family.

Wang Yuan saw Zhao Wujiang walking side by side with Qin Chen at a glance, and at this moment Zhao Wujiang was wearing a big red flower for welcoming his relatives.

The corners of his eyes twitched, his eyes froze slightly, and then he put his hands behind his back, and walked towards Zhao Wujiang.

"I haven't seen him for a few years, but my nephew is getting more and more handsome."

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered, he originally wanted to play under the dark, to be able to go deep into the hinterland of the Wang family, and see Wang Xi.

He didn't think that he would be able to deceive Wang Yuan, the patriarch of the Wang clan, and the old ancestor, knowing that once he was discovered, there would be an extraordinary battle.

But now Wang Yuan's words directly blocked all his expectations.

Does he really recognize me as Qin Tianlang? The other clansmen have never seen normal, but as Wang Xi's biological father, will he have never seen Qin Tianlang?

Zhao Wujiang's heart surged, and he clenched his fists in his hands:

"Son-in-law, uncle!"

"Go, Xi'er will be handed over to you, treat her well in the future, don't let her down." Wang Yuan's momentum is like the abyss and the sea, with a kind of majesty unique to an old man, and he said in a deep voice.

Zhao Wujiang arched his hand, with a warm smile on his face, and slowly walked towards the depths of the Wang clan.

At this moment, the sky began to darken, and the sky was like rain.

He was so nervous that he staggered past Wang Yuan, but Wang Yuan never showed the slightest sign of wanting to do anything to him, just raised his head slightly and looked at the surging wind and clouds on the sky.

Zhao Wujiang's face was solemn, always perceiving everything around him, and the Wang family led him to Wang Xi's boudoir all the way.

Wang Yuan took a few steps and looked back at Zhao Wujiang's departing back, a smile slowly rising at the corner of his mouth.

"The valley rains the valley rain, the rain gives birth to a hundred grains, but the hundred grains are gone, all of them are eliminated, is this heaven and earth worthy of the rain?"

His eyes were deep, and he slowly walked towards the courtyard of the old ancestor of the Wang family. br>

Walking to the small courtyard, he slammed the door lightly, and then pushed the door in.

In the small courtyard, Wang Cheng, the ancestor of the Wang family, was talking with his old friends.

"Old Ancestor, Senior Qin." Wang Yuan bowed slightly, clasped his fists and saluted.

"Ah Yuan, I haven't seen you for many years, I wonder if your cultivation is improving now?"

The one who spoke was an old man in a blue and gray linen robe, he was tall, even a head taller than Wang Yuan, he was one of the Qin clan's current heritage, Qin Zheng, a first-class powerhouse, ten years ago, he was already a land immortal who had ascended to the third order.

Wang Yuan shook his head:

"Ah Yuan has been slacking off over the years, his cultivation has never been refined, and he is still at the peak of the great grandmaster, and he has not touched a single product."

"He, he's busy with clan affairs all day long, working hard, how can he have any time to cultivate, but he has suffered Ah Yuan's child," Wang Cheng, the ancestor of the Wang family, sighed and ordered Wang Yuan to sit down.

At the beginning, Zhao Wujiang was already standing in front of Wang Xi's boudoir.

In front of the door were more than a dozen old men with white hair, dressed in red.

"Young Master Tianlang, the time has not yet come!"

They stopped Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang bowed his hand kindly, and did not break through, but shouted loudly:

"Xi'er, I'm here!"

"Boom"

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, the thunder snake swam away, and the rain began to fall.

(End of chapter)