Gong Moye endured the bursts of pain from the wound on his shoulder, turned his head and directed his angry gaze at the back of Sheng Luoan's white hand that was still on the wound.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

When Sheng Luoan realized that he had accidentally hit the man's injury, he smiled lightly and apologized.

"roll!"

Gong Moye didn't even want to look at this vicious woman again.

Sheng Luoan's smile faltered: So he's not mute.

Then he got angry and said, "Huh! Just leave, your kindness will not be rewarded! I won't save you next time, you deserve to be thrown to death!"

After taking a few steps angrily, he turned around and saw that the man behind him had stood up.

Sheng Luoan thought for a while, then turned around and headed towards the new house.

Let's go back to Su Ying. If she really encounters an assassination, Su Ying's courage will make her pee.

At this time, in the largest hall of the Gong family.

The decoration is extremely festive.

At a glance, there are people wearing fragrant clothes and people gathering everywhere, making it extremely lively.

What was incompatible with this lively atmosphere was the old lady Gong sitting at the top.

He held the dragon's head and cane with both hands and stared indifferently at the noisy ground. His face showed no expression of joy or anger, and there was absolutely no joy at all for the wedding of his descendants.

Gong Moye's biological mother, Yun Qinghe, sat at the bottom.

She was surrounded by a group of ladies in bright clothes, with a bright smile on her face, and her whole person was radiant.

As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when happy events occur.

On the rows of chairs on both sides below, there are men, women, family members and guests sitting in order.

Gong Shaofeng was originally going to sit with his father Gong Jingzhi, but because he had to accompany Qi Jin, he also sat in the guest row.

Meng Xian also sat alone among the guests.

But seeing that he was dressed in white robes, with warm eyebrows and gentle eyes, he was extremely conspicuous.

In addition, there were many guests standing in groups on both sides.

When the auspicious time came, the ceremony officer slowly stepped forward. The crowd became quiet and everyone looked towards the ceremony officer.

Just listen to the official shouting: "Please enter the bride and groom."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the guests stretched their necks and looked towards the door in unison.

However, after waiting for a while, no newcomer was seen walking in.

The ceremony officer coughed awkwardly, raised his voice, and shouted again: "Please enter the bride and groom!"

Outside the door, there was still silence.

Even Xi Niang's figure did not appear.

The guests sitting below began to chatter among themselves.

The etiquette officer wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked awkwardly at the old man of the Gong family who was sitting in the main seat.

Mr. Gong cast his sharp eyes on Yun Qinghe who was sitting next to him.

Yun Qinghe's smile paused, and she awkwardly whispered to the mother in charge behind her: "Go and see what's going on with the Marquis?"

Meng Xian already had a bad premonition in his heart at this time. He curled up his fingers hidden under his sleeves and secretly made a divination.

Immediately, he was shocked.

Standing behind Yun Qinghe, a woman in red with a feminine appearance, a bun with a cloud-shaped bun, and a few light strands of hair hanging down on both sides of her face, said to Yun Qinghe seemingly casually:

"Madam, will something happen to Mr. Marquis? I don't seem to have seen Mo... the guard today."

Before Song Sisi could utter the last two words, she was struck by Meng Xian's piercing gaze, and she immediately stopped talking.

But these words were still heard by those who cared.

Qi Jin quickly glanced around and did not see Gong Moye's second shadow - Mo Qi.

A smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he deliberately raised his head and asked: "Mr. Gong, the newcomer is not here for a long time. Could it be that the Marquis is not in the house?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the guests who had just been talking in low voices suddenly began to boo.

"I've been here for a long time, and I haven't seen the Marquis show his face a few times. Is he really not in the house?"

"The newbies aren't here yet? Why don't we pay our respects? Isn't this just making fun of us?"

"The groom is not here, could it be possible that the bride has also run away?"

"..."

Just as there was a commotion inside, Niu Er's voice, which was louder than the gongs and drums, suddenly came from outside the door: "The newcomer has arrived!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone fell silent, and all eyes turned to the door.

Sure enough, after a while, two newlyweds in bright red auspicious clothes were seen walking in side by side, holding bright red silk pieces in their hands.

When the two newlyweds appeared at the door, Qi Jin stared at the groom intently.

The loser standing behind Qi Jin took the opportunity to whisper in his ear: "Sir, according to reliable information, the real Marquis is being blocked in the mountains and forests. The person in front of him must be...hiss!"

The dog-legged person reluctantly shut up.

Qi Jin took back the hand that was pinching Goujizi's thigh and said coldly: "You are looking for death. There are so many people, and you are saying this!"

The dog-legged man gasped for air and lowered his head.

Qi Jin turned his attention back to the groom. When the newlyweds passed by him, he put on his usual smile and cupped his hands towards the groom and said, "Master Marquis, congratulations!"

But the latter just glanced at him, nodded slightly, and did not respond.

This frustrates Qi Jin, who wants to use his voice to distinguish real and fake marquises.

Damn, he is so arrogant. After all, he is the son of a dignified prime minister, and he doesn’t even give him this face?!

Gong Shaofeng, who was accompanying Qi Jin, saw this and patted Qi Jin on the shoulder, seeming to be relieved, but in reality a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Brother Qi, my brother has a crazy temper, don't be surprised.

"

Qi Jin curled his lips: Humph, let’s see how long you can stay crazy!

He was sure that the groom in front of him must be a fake.

It is said that the superiors sent hundreds of elite cavalry and generals to intercept Gong Moye this time. No matter how brave he was, he would not be able to fly into the sky and break through the encirclement to come back.

In order to find out Gong Moye's hidden identity, the superiors had made arrangements for a long time, just to attack him from both inside and outside on the wedding day, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Yun Qinghe saw the two newcomers already standing in front of the hall, and a smile appeared on his face again.

Behind her, Song Sisi was twisting the handkerchief tightly, with a pair of charming phoenix eyes reflecting deep jealousy.

The ceremony officer then looked towards Mr. Gong, who cleared his throat and said expressionlessly: "Let's begin."

The ceremony officer nodded and began to sing:

Ask the bride and groom to take their seats...kowt once...kowt twice...kowt three times..."

Sheng Luoan under the hipa is like a puppet, being led by someone to turn around, bow down, stand up, turn around again, and worship again...

After a few laps, she felt like she could hardly tell the difference between east, west and north.

The ceremony is not over yet, next is:

"First worship the heaven and earth... second worship the high hall... thirdly the husband and wife..."

Before the official sang the last two words, a clear voice sounded: "Wait a minute -"

Everyone looked at the bride covered with a wedding scarf - Sheng Luo'an - in confusion.

The groom, who was also wearing a bright red suit, looked visibly startled.

Qi Jin, whose eyes had never left the groom, smiled again: It seemed that the bride didn't need him to take action, and she felt that the person she was going to marry was wrong.

The music had stopped playing long ago, and the scene fell into a dead silence. Everyone's doubtful eyes were focused on the red hijab.

The ceremony officer sighed lightly and asked in confusion: "Does the bride have anything to say?"

Sheng Luoan stretched out his fingers as tender as green onions, gently lifted a corner of the hijab, revealing his cinnabar-like lips, and said softly:
Chapter completed!