Chapter 1903 Lively and fragrant

The Southern Division changed ownership?

While Zhao Heng lowered his head and drank tea without saying a word, Nan Chanting Buddha looked at Jiang Zhonghua's scheming smile, a cold light flashed in his eyes unconsciously, and then a hearty laughter came out: "Old Jiang is really good at joking. The sky of the Southern Division is still the sky of the old man, and decades of prestige."

“Who can replace it?”

Nan Chanting Buddha threw the melon seeds in his hand on the table, and his eyes calmly welcomed Shang Jiang Zhonghua's scrutiny: "I sent my grandfather home and told the guard not to pick up customers, mainly because of his injury. Otherwise, if this visit or that visit for a while, how can he have time to rest?"

He picked up the tea and blew it gently, and spoke in a simple tone: "And I am worried that the assassin in white hijacked the powerful and entered the garden to attack again. After all, he was very skilled and did not reveal his true face. It is very likely that the bodyguard would intervene, so he ordered the Southern guards not to put anyone in."

Speaking of this, Nan chanted Buddha's name and swept across Jiang's wrinkled face: "Of course, if Mr. Jiang called me at that time, I would definitely tell them to pass. After all, Mr. Jiang is a veteran of China and has a close relationship with his grandfather. If I don't believe me, who else can you believe?"

Hearing Nan's reasonable explanation for chanting Buddha's name, Jiang Zhonghua didn't have much emotional ups and downs on his face. He gently drew circles on the table, and said with a smile: "Is that right? I thought the Southern system had changed, and Lao Nan had been replaced by you. It's fine. Your grandfather is my friend after all."

"I always hope he is safe and happy!"

Then, he looked at Zhao Heng and Nan chanting Buddha's name meaningfully, adding word by word: "In fact, it is normal for the younger generation of the Yangtze River to push the new generation of the previous generation to replace the old ones, but this procedure must be reasonable and legal. As a junior, you must not break the rules. Everyone will punish the traitors!"

Nan Chanting Buddha laughed again when he heard this, but Zhao Heng could feel his laughter surging. Then he heard Nan Chanting Buddha speak lightly: "What Mr. Jiang teaches him is that everyone is punished by traitors. I will encourage Mr. Jiang to do this and tell him not to cause trouble in the past."

When Jiang Zhonghua's face changed slightly, Nan Chanting Buddha chuckled softly: "At that time, Young Master Jiang and Dong Taibai, Le Shenzi and others attacked Zhao Heng, trying to cover up the existence of the national sinner Dong Xia Shu, and almost made the capital city chaotic. Such crimes that can be punished must not happen."

The hidden needle in the cotton chanting of Buddha's name in the south made Jiang Zhonghua's mouth unable to stop touching. Of course, the old man knew the meaning of the former. Jiang Polang was a traitor. If Jiang Zhonghua wanted a bowl of water to calm down, he would kill Jiang Polang first. He squeezed out an ugly smile: "The past is over."

"He has reformed!"

Nan Chanting Buddha nodded: "I understand!"

Jiang Zhonghua knew that the conversation was difficult to continue, but he had confirmed his guess again and stood up and smiled: "I'll just talk to you today. I'll go to greet the guests first. After the work is over, I'll visit Lao Nan. I'll let me in at that time."

When talking about the following sentence, Jiang Zhonghua laughed in a teasing tone. Nan Chanting Buddha also got up to see him off, and still maintained a respectful expression: "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, one day you come to visit Nanshi Garden again, I promise to welcome him ten miles in advance, and there will never be any obstacles today."

Jiang Zhonghua nodded: "Very good, very good!"

When Jiang Zhonghua slowly disappeared with the help of others with a cane, Nan Chanting Buddha leaned back on the chair and pulled open the collar, then looked at Zhao Heng and smiled faintly: "It's hard for him to think of this word when changing the sky, but even if changing the sky, what does it have to do with him? His hand is too wide."

Zhao Heng drank the tea in the cup in one sip, then looked at Jiang Zhonghua's staggering figure, and cursed a faint sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "Compared to you, he has a greater opinion of me. Haven't you noticed that he didn't tell me a word from appearance to departure? Obviously he hated me from the bottom of his bones."

Zhao Heng threw the cup on the table and tapped the table gently: "He likes to rely on his seniority and always likes to pay attention to rules and authority, but he doesn't know that this world is about strength. If the old man hadn't repeatedly told me to give him three points, I would never have let him come back to the capital to show off."

He burst out: "I have a premonition, he will definitely make trouble."

Nan Chanting Buddha recalled what Jiang Zhonghua said just now, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "I hope they can clamp their tails together from beginning to end, and go back to the United States after handling the marriage, otherwise they will not be as simple as leaving China, but will never be able to leave China."

Zhao Heng smiled happily: "This is really hard to say!"

After the two chatted and laughed for more than half an hour, Jiang Polang's wedding began. Zhao Heng's eyes keenly captured An Xiaotian, who was wandering on the rostrum intentionally or unintentionally, finally returned to Nan Yong Buddha's side, as if he had done nothing, and as if he had done something.

Zhao Heng intuition told the boy that he was a little weird.

The wind blows the bells of the bell tower into everyone's ears.

It was twelve o'clock at noon, and the bell was the signal. The ritual band immediately played the wedding march. Everyone stood up and looked at the church door. Jiang Polang was even more straight. In the midst of expectations, the elder Zhou family held the third lady's hand and walked slowly along the stone steps.

Two temporary large screens inside and outside the auditorium also lit up, and wedding scenes were conveyed to guests and reporters from all sides in time. Under the operation of the Southern Division, more than 20 cameras gave Jiang Polang and Miss Three close-ups, clearly expressing the emotions on their faces.

The emcee who had already prepared began to cheer and shout, throwing golden paper confetti into the air. The confetti was flying all over the sky like golden drizzle. The tall three ladies wearing wedding dress walked past it, stepped on the red carpet, and walked into everyone's sight with all their demeanor.

Everyone was amazed,

Originally, many people thought that Zhou married Miss Three to Jiang Polang, who was powerless and powerless, because Miss Three had some flaws and could not find a better groom. Unexpectedly, when they saw the elegant and calm bride with a melancholy temperament, they could not stop exclaiming Miss Three's beauty, and at the same time they were puzzled.

I don’t know why Zhou married the third lady to Jiang Polang. Although Jiang Polang’s talent is still Jiang Zhonghua’s grandson, it is different from the past. Jiang Polang is more of a down-and-out child at this time, and only Jiang Zhonghua’s qualifications and connections are left to support his appearance, which is not very noble.

For a person like the third lady, you can marry a royal prince.

However, no one was talking about it, so Zhou naturally had his reasons for this.

Seeing the third lady dressed up, she showed her beauty. Jiang Polang, who was standing in front of the altar, raised a bright smile on his face and shivered happily. The best beauty is indeed not comparable to Zhou Qiniang. He felt that his biggest dream was becoming real as the third lady walked step by step.

Zhou Qiniang in the crowd looked at Jiang Polang's hot expression, and her face could not stop showing grief, like a resentful woman from the deep palace for many years. Zhou Qiqi looked at her coldly through several relatives and friends. Zhou Qiniang subconsciously lowered her head, and An Xiaotian in the distance burst into a strange smile.

After all the cumbersome procedures, Jiang Polang led the third lady forward. The seriousness in the church revealed a kind of sacredness. The priest's voice floated directly in every corner of the cathedral. Even non-Christians walked in, there would be a kind of calmness and peace of mind.

All the guests looked quietly at the Lord under the cross and the new couple in front of the priest. Jiang Polang's handsome and extraordinary face was not only eager and anxious, but also worried, which made the guests sitting in the hall whisper.

The third lady is as quiet as she is.

The priest smiled and said: "Today we gathered before God for the sacred wedding of the newlyweds Mr. Jiang Polang and Miss Zhou Yuanyuan. This is a treasure left by God since the creation of the world, because we should not enter at will, but be respectful and serious!"

Next, the true sacred moment came, and the priest looked on Jiang Polang's face and spoke solemnly: "Are you willing to accept Miss Zhou Yuanyuan as your legal wife, live with her according to God's decree, and live with her in a sacred engagement?"

When Jiang Polang straightened his body slightly, the priest added: "And promised to always love her, respect her, comfort her, cherish her, and be loyal to her until death?" Jiang Polang looked at the beautiful and generous woman beside him, and nodded very quickly:

"I do!"

The priest nodded with satisfaction and looked at the third lady and spoke solemnly: "Miss Zhou Yuanyuan, are you willing to accept Mr. Jiang Polang as your legal husband, go with her according to God's decree, and live with him in a sacred engagement? No matter how poor or rich,"

"You are willing to love him, respect him, and comfort him!"

"Always be loyal to him and never die?"

The priest's voice was solemn and solemn, which made everyone quiet. Jiang Polang also looked at Zhou Yuanyuan eagerly. When the wedding was at this point, he was waiting for the third lady's final answer. All the shots turned around, focusing on the third lady's face, waiting for the three words I want.

The third lady is as quiet as she is, and her smile is calm.

"Mr. Jiang, you can't do this. I'm your aunt."

At this moment, the screen suddenly switched:

Zhou Qiniang was naked and exposed, and the river broke through the waves and swallowed the mountains and rivers.

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