In just two days, the snow in Shenwu Mountain had melted away, and the mink coat had only been worn for two days, and then it was put back in the cupboard, waiting for the next winter to come.

It's as if God's tuyere was suddenly closed, but after a day or two, the sky warmed up.

I guess it's the last snow of the winter.

A few miles away from the villa, Liu Xiaolou hid in the dense forest, wearing a hastily tied straw hat and a black scarf, staring at the winding mountain road under his feet.

The big pit in the middle of the mountain road was well covered by himself, and he didn't think it would be exposed, Liu Xiaolou turned around and checked the tree crossbow that was temporarily completed next to him, and there was no problem.

After noon, there was still no shadow of the carriage, which made him feel a little anxious. Today is the day of the wedding, and I sneaked out of the air, but I can't delay here for too long.

In a hurry, the sound of horses' hooves came, and a carriage turned into the mountain col, Liu Xiaolou was overjoyed in his heart, and he was about to

He was suddenly stunned, threw away his straw hat, took off the black scarf, and rushed straight down in front of the carriage.

The horse was startled, its front hooves raised high, and it neighed, and the car came to a halt.

One of the people who got down from the car, it was Steward Song, who was surprised: "New" glanced at the carriage and changed his words: "Why is the son here?" ”

Liu Xiaolou ha: "Isn't this here to see off Brother Dong, when I think of goodbye, I don't know what year and month I don't know when I say goodbye, I feel quite melancholy, alas, why is Uncle Song here?" Am I mistaken? This is not the car that Brother Dong is riding? ”

Steward Song smiled: "After all, Dong Gongzi was injured in Zhuangzi, although it was caused by the competition, but the master still felt guilty, and specially asked me to give him a ride, and also explained to the Dong family." ”

As he spoke, he turned back to the carriage and said, "Dong Gongzi, Liu Gongzi is here to see you off." ”

A violent anger suddenly came from the carriage: "Let him go!" I don't want to see him! Let's go, cough, cough."

Steward Song couldn't help but spread his hands to Liu Xiaolou: "Son, look"

Liu Xiaolou sighed: "Brother Dong can't forgive me, I can't do anything, I will go to Qishan to accuse Uncle Song in the coming day, this road is bumpy, and I ask Uncle Song to take care of it, don't make Brother Dong's injury worse." ”

Dong Wei shouted in the carriage: "Okay, you come!" If you dare to come to Qishan, see how to clean you up! ”

Steward Song probed into the carriage to comfort the injured Dong Wei, looked at Liu Xiaolou with a lost face, and nodded: "I'll send Dong Gongzi back to Qishan first, Qishan is not far from here, and I will definitely be able to come back before dark, don't worry." ”

Liu Xiaolou didn't say anything more, held the reins with his own hands, and led the carriage to give him another ride. After seeing the carriage leave, he hurriedly opened the big pit behind him, filled it back with soil and buried it again, and stepped on it for a long time after drying, which was regarded as restoring the mountain road to its original state.

It's just that the new soil after digging the pit and backfilling is a little different after all, but it can only wait for time to wear.

Then the self-made tree crossbow in the dense forest next to the mountain road was dismantled, and then he returned to the villa.

It was so hung just now, and it was almost exposed, it seems that his cheap old man is still more polite to the Dong family of Qishan, and he must think carefully in the future and think about it in the long run.

As soon as he entered Zhuangzi, he was arrested by several domestic servants, and a girl rushed into the inner house to spread the word: "I found my uncle, I found my uncle!" ”

The rest of the people rushed to Gualutang with Liu Xiaolou in their arms, and their mouths were in turmoil:

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"Where did my uncle go? This day is gone, and I am in a hurry to die! ”

"The guests have come to the door......"

"There's only half an hour left, go change your clothes, get ...... quickly"

"Why is my uncle covered in dirt?"

"Let them boil water first, and wait for their uncle to bathe ......"

"Hurry up and ask Steward Lin to take the list of congratulatory guests and read it to my uncle......

After entering the Zhuangzi, Liu Xiaolou immediately no longer belonged to himself, and was pulled and swarmed by the servants and maids into a side courtyard next to the Gualutang, and the clothes on his body, including the bottoms, were stripped naked in an instant, and then he was dizzy and sent into a large wooden barrel, and was tossed by several old mothers with a brush, and unconsciously got on a blanket, left and right like a spinning top turned around a few times, and his body was wrapped in several layers of red clothes.

Steward Lin, who was in charge of greeting foreign guests, held a large hinged notebook, reciting the names of the congratulatory guests, and at the same time there were several hands arranging Liu Xiaolou's hair bun.

"The deacon of the Danxia faction is secretive...... Mao Gongtan, Uncle Mao's kindness...... The king of Xunxi is old...... Longfor Cai Gong is ninety-percent...... Hongdu Xin's third master did not give up bringing his two men, Xin Feng and Xin Leopard...... Lion Ridge long man Jiao Hu...... This is each branch of Danxia. Jiajia ...... Dongheng Town Fuzhou Qian Family ...... Wutong Mountain Lotus Village...... Huagou Xiong's ...... Moon Picking Sect...... Plum pie ...... Fuhumen ...... Ming Yuguan Thunder Dao ...... This is the high-ranking family of my Su family......"

Liu Xiaolou listened to Steward Lin's report on the names of the guests, and tried his best to remember the physiognomy of the above-mentioned guests.

One person came in with a curtain, about forty years old, with a dignified appearance and a slightly small face. Seeing him come in, all the stewards and servants saluted one after another, calling him "Second Master", it was Su Zhi's brother, Su Xun.

Su Xun glanced at it with a tense face, and urged: "Hurry up!" He glared at Liu Xiaolou with displeasure on his face: "Today's double cultivation ceremony, where did you go?" ”

Liu Xiaolou lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "It's mine, it's not me, I'm going to send my friends, I'm too late to come back." ”

Su Xun snorted: "If you make another mistake, be careful of your skin!" ”

There is no way, Liu Xiaolou's identity as a son-in-law is here, his status is low, he can still support half of the master's shelf in front of the servant maid, and he is basically "on an equal footing" in front of the stewards, if it is in the eyes of the Su family, it is really no different from the servants, not to mention that it is the master of the second room who reprimands him, so he can only obediently admit it: "Yes." ”

Su Xun told again: "Hurry up, don't miss the auspicious time!" With that, he threw up his sleeves and left.

So the house was busy and chaotic again, there were people who worked hard, and those who didn't work walked around, and they also seemed to be very desperate, and the servants and maids and old mothers could no longer care about Liu Xiaolou as a person, but purely as a puppet.

This double cultivation ceremony was put out for people to see, announcing that the five mothers of the Su family had become married, and the families no longer had to covet it, so although the preparation time was rushed, the ceremony was very grand.

Liu Xiaolou was hugged out in a burst of gongs and drums, walked through the connected corridors, pulled to the back door of Gualutang, and was pushed up to the lobby in a daze in the loud praise of the master of ceremonies.

The firecrackers outside the hall crackled, and the hall was full of congratulatory guests, and in the midst of all kinds of commotion, he finally saw his own lady on the agreement for the first time, and she was standing opposite him, a few feet away.

Su Wuniang was covered with a red hijab on her head, and she was also wrapped in a red wedding dress with an unknown number of layers, and she couldn't see her body shape and appearance at all.

In the loud shouting of the master of ceremonies, he bowed to Su Wuniang, whom he had never met.

At this moment, a wonderful and absurd feeling appeared in my heart: Dao Ye, I can be considered married?

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