The wedding of the young master of Baiyun Villa is of course a major event in the world. Envoys and congratulatory gifts from all over the country have already poured into Baiyun Villa like a tide. Although Baiyun has a bad reputation in the world, the wedding of the young master of the village is a big event among the ten major sects.
They didn’t want to hurt Luo Ao’s face, so the heads of each faction also sent people to send gifts to congratulate him. Among them, Fan Zhenshan from the Tiexian Sect had the heaviest gift. He actually sent two sixty-six kilograms of pure gold male lions, and a pair of close-knitted men.
The three-meter-long red coral is very festive.
"This pair of red corals is a priceless treasure."
When everyone saw the pair of red corals sent by Fan Zhenshan, they couldn't help but sigh at the generosity of Boss Fan, and they couldn't help but daydream about the relationship between Baiyun Villa and the iron gate.
On the big day, Baiyun Villa changed its usual attire. The disciples of the sect and the Silver Armored Guards all put on new clothes. Lanterns were decorated in front of the Hexi Hall. Red flowers, red cloth, and red lanterns decorated the entire hall. The hall masters of Baiyun Villa
, elders, captains of all levels of Silver Armor Guards, and all commanders were also present. Although all the elites of the sect attended the wedding of the young village master, patrols and defenses in various places remained unchanged. In order to prevent a sneak attack, Luo Ao specially mobilized six soldiers.
Hundreds of silver-armored guards were stationed inside and outside the lobby to prevent any unexpected events.
It stands to reason that Luo Ao would not be so cautious. Firstly, Baiyun Villa has been running the three Baiyun states for decades. Its power is stable and people's hearts are stable. The punishments in the areas under its jurisdiction are extremely severe. Therefore, there are few evildoers. Secondly, Baiyun Villa is "a drop of white jade".
The name "Blood, Ten Heads of the Jianghu" has been rumored in the Jianghu for a long time, and no one wants to touch the bad luck of Baiyun Villa. However, Fang Jianwei's death forced Luo Ao to be careful. Who knew Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng
What can people do?
Luo Ao's worry is not unreasonable, because Yan Zhuo, Mu Yunfeng and Xiang'er have already arrived, and they easily sneaked into the Hexi Hall with the envoys of the Beggar Clan.
"Brother Yan, when shall we take action?" Mu Yunfeng whispered in Yan Zhuo's ear.
"When the time comes, we'll start as soon as the time comes."
"Why wait until Shen Shi? The longer we stay here, the greater the danger."
"The moment of Shenshi is an auspicious time. When we do it at that time, the guests will be busy flattering Luo Ao and will not care about us."
(In ancient times, marriages were also called knots, which meant getting married in the evening, so the auspicious time and auspicious day were usually chosen at Shenshi quarter, around 6:30 pm)
Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng mingled in the Beggar Clan, their four eyes constantly observing the surroundings. The Hexi Hall was heavily guarded. Although there were many guests gathering and the atmosphere was full of joy, there was one person sitting alone at every two tables.
Drinking seems out of place with others.
They did not talk to other guests, and there was no joy on their faces. They just sat in their seats and drank strong tea from their cups.
Their eyes are the same as those of Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng, alert and sharp.
Yan Zhuo touched Mu Yunfeng with his elbow and whispered: "Be careful with these people. They all drink tea with their left hands and their right hands hang down under the table. I guess there must be a sword under the table."
Mu Yunfeng glanced with his peripheral vision and realized that it was indeed what Yan Zhuo said. He couldn't help but sigh at Yan Zhuo's meticulous observation. He secretly said in his heart: "Brother Yan is about the same age as me, and his martial arts, character, and experience are better than mine. Moreover, he
He is still a descendant of the royal family. If I have conditions like his, maybe..."
Thinking of this, Mu Yunfeng couldn't help but shook his head: "How can a man love his children? Besides, this time he is avenging Old Uncle Zhao. He is so obsessed with it. Even if he died in Baiyun Villa, he can't drag down Brother Yan and Miss Xiang'er.
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He looked at Yan Zhuo and Xiang'er.
"Brother Yan and Miss Xiang'er are indeed talented and good-looking. I wonder if two people who want to be so good to each other will feel pain and trouble in their hearts."
Doesn’t everyone have pain and troubles? Even the princes and nobles don’t always have everything they want.
Some people are defeated by pain and are immersed in pain all day long, while some people can overcome pain and develop a body of steel and iron in the pain.
Yan Zhuo also had pains. He wanted to avenge his family's destruction, to be famous in the world, to correct the path of justice, to revive the family's lintel, to make immortal contributions, and to save all people from the fire and water.
He wants a lot, but he doesn't have much. Dissatisfaction with desire is the source of pain.
Xiang'er also has pain, and Yan Zhuo is his pain.
Perhaps, at this moment, the only one who is not in pain is Luo Tao, because he is really happy now.
A person is often happy because he is lucky, and Luo Tao now thinks that he is the luckiest person in the world.
He has been the master of Baiyun Young Manor since he was born. His father is a sword sect in the world. He is the only son of the sword sect. Wealth, power, and fame are things that ordinary people strive for all their lives. He is born with them. If he wants a sword, his father will find it.
The best swordsmith in the world made a sharp sword named "Jingtao". He wanted a BMW, so his father bought the "Forcing Wave", a BMW that traveled thousands of miles in Dawan.
Swords and BMWs go with heroes, but heroes go with anything, heroes go with beauties.
Now, he even has beauties, a peerless beauty, a beauty who will conquer the country.
But there is a flaw in the ointment. This peerless beauty does not really like him. Luo Ao still remembers the disgust on her face when she met Yan Xiaoyu for the first time, and her cold eyes seemed to be
A fly fell into the rice. But what does it matter? After tonight, she will be his wife. If he can't get his heart, he can also get her.
Thinking about it, Luo Tao rubbed the porcelain bottle in his hands and showed a frivolous smile. He opened the porcelain bottle and poured a little bit of wine into the prepared glasses.
This is enough to turn a reserved woman into a slut.
"Send this jug of wine to the princess's room." The frivolity on Luo Tao's face slowly turned into vulgarity, "No, bring this jug of wine to the young lady's room."
