In the penthouse, Su Ping, who was changing clothes, was stunned.
Half Saint?!
Did I hear it correctly?
Old Man Wen, who did nothing but read novels all day long, was eating and waiting to die, was he a semi-sage in the eighth realm of Confucianism and Taoism?!
This, this, this...
Also, although I have long suspected that Yin Dongqiu is not just a janitor.
But...what the hell is Wuhou?
Aren't single-character titles used only for dukes and above? When did marquis also have a single-character title?
Moreover, what is a prince doing when he goes to the Imperial College to guard the door?
For a moment, Su Ping's mind was a little confused.
In the main hall, everyone, including Prince Jun and the Ninth Prince, stood up in unison, looking shocked.
It wasn't until Wen Daoyuan and Yin Dongqiu appeared together that they quickly responded to the ceremony.
"I have met Master Wen and Duke Dongqiu!"
There were all human beings present. Half-Saint and Wuhou were realm titles, not as familiar as Master and Duke.
"Um."
Wen Daoyuan nodded flatly, and he and Yin Dongqiu went straight to Prince Jun's table, and said with a smile: "Your Highnesses, do you mind if we two sit here?"
"Master, my brothers and I will have the opportunity to get guidance from our elders. It's not too late to be happy."
Lu Chengjun raised his fat right hand: "Please."
After sitting down together, the Ninth Prince did not want to be left behind and said with a smile: "Uncle Yin, Chengxu often hears his father say that you still owe him a good bow."
"Uh...haha, there will be, there will be."
Yin Dongqiu suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Tell your Majesty not to wait any longer. This old boy's debt will never be paid."
Wen Daoyuan glanced at Yin Dongqiu, "The gift money for coming here is all from me..."
Soon after speaking, Yin Dongqiu covered Wen Daoyuan's mouth and blocked the next few words.
Suddenly, everyone in the hall burst into laughter in good faith.
There is no shortage of yellow and white common things among the dignified Marquis Wu. It is purely because of Yin Dongqiu's quirks.
It's okay for him to come to your door and rub against you.
But if you rush to give him a gift, you will only be beaten up and thrown out.
It can be seen from the fact that for so many years, two generations of Qing emperors have never rewarded him with property.
This matter had already spread among the powerful circles, and everyone was not surprised.
With this encounter, everyone was no longer so reserved and gradually started chatting.
As Wen Daoyuan was a semi-saint, the comments of the people present could not escape his ears, but gradually, he frowned.
"I wonder what your doubts are, Master?"
The Ninth Prince noticed something and asked.
"Why are these people talking about that Su Ping, and their words are full of slander?"
Wen Daoyuan asked puzzledly.
"Master doesn't know anything about worldly affairs."
The Ninth Prince suddenly laughed, "After Su Pingyuan was Duke Dingguo's savior, Duke Dingguo originally intended to betroth his granddaughter to him and support him to establish himself in Yangjing, but he never thought that Su Ping would meet Yangjing's
After the prosperity and status of the Duke's palace, he was dissatisfied with the small profits and insisted on marrying into his wife."
"Is there such a thing as this?"
Wen Daoyuan didn't quite believe it.
"not only that."
Prince Jun then said, "It is said that Su Ping is uneducated and has no skills. He cannot read a single Chinese character, and his conduct is even worse. He relied on his father's kindness to make everyone in the Duke's house restless."
"Does Mr. Shen know about this?"
Wen Daoyuan asked again.
"Dong Guo should know."
The Ninth Prince said: "Without Duke Ding's strong order, I'm afraid Su Ping would have been beaten out long ago."
"This does seem like the kind of person Mr. Shen is."
Wen Daoyuan nodded.
The majestic Duke of a country, the greatest contributor to Daqing, encountered such an embarrassing incident.
Although it makes people angry, this is their family matter after all.
As the auspicious time comes, a high-pitched singing ceremony sounds.
"The auspicious time has come! Invite new people!"
In the ear room, Su Ping took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
In his mind, as long as he gets through today, no one will bother him for a long time.
You can secretly accumulate strength and wait for the opportunity.
As the saying goes, a gentleman hides his weapons in his body and waits for the time to move.
But when he reached the entrance of the main hall, he suddenly froze on the spot.
The person who walked out from the other side of the room was actually not Shen Xinlan, but the maid Cuizhu!
Cuizhu was holding a tray, her eyes filled with the relief of having a great revenge avenged.
There is a high bulge on the tray, covered with a piece of bright red brocade. This is obviously the bride's red hijab!
As for the brocade, it is obvious that it cannot be Shen Xinlan's head.
That can only be one thing.
Fengguanxiapei!
Su Ping clenched his fist tightly.
He couldn't remember how many times this was the first time he had refreshed his understanding of the Duke's Mansion.
Before that, he thought that no matter how much he disliked himself, he would at least go through the wedding ceremony.
After all, the banquet was for the top dignitaries of Yangjing, and even the Duke's Palace couldn't afford to offend them all.
Even the Duke's government had to worry about any drastic actions on its part.
But now...
Fengguanxiapei?
Let yourself worship a few dead things...
How dare they?
Just when Su Ping's sanity was about to reach the critical point of collapse, a gentle voice sounded.
"Uncle, come in."
Tang Yuan stood by the door, shook his head slightly, and said with kindness in his tone: "Let's wait until today."
The gentle voice brought Su Ping back to some sense.
Su Ping gritted his teeth, glanced at Cuizhu, and finally took a step forward.
At this time, everyone in the main hall stopped talking and looked at the door.
They are only curious about one thing.
What does such a shameless and despicable person look like?
However, when the two of them entered together, everyone immediately looked at Cuizhu.
Surprised, puzzled, thoughtful, understanding.
Everyone present was smarter than the last, and it took only a moment to realize what was going on.
Worship with clothes.
Suddenly, many people began to rejoice in the misfortune.
Aren't you, Su Ping, shameless?
Aren’t you greedy for the power of the Duke’s government?
Then don't blame others for humiliating you.
You really deserve it.
There were only two people, so there was no intention of taking pleasure in others' misfortunes.
Wen Daoyuan and Yin Dongqiu looked at each other, confused.
One of them only knew that the young man's surname was Su, while the other had heard the young man mention it but had forgotten it.
Only now did they know that he was Su Ping.
But the problem is.
After going back and forth, the two of them had met Su Ping many times, and he was not at all like the shameless person the Ninth Prince said.
As for being ignorant and skillless, that is even more outrageous.
Wen Daoyuan, a semi-sage who can answer questions fluently and has a photographic memory, how can he be ignorant and incompetent?
Although Yin Dongqiu had not had much contact with Su Ping, he had talked with him. Su Ping's polite but not rigid temper made him very fond of him.
No matter how you look at it, you don't look like someone capable of forcing a wife into your wife.
Is it possible that there is something behind this?
Wen Daoyuan and Yin Dongqiu had this conjecture in their minds at the same time.
In full view of everyone, Su Ping and Cuizhu walked up to the main seat.
Not surprisingly, the two main seats were also empty.
"Zir is newly married, and there are guests at a banquet. Let's gather together to congratulate you, and wish you the best of luck on your marriage!"
Tang Yuan stood on one side and began to sing a congratulatory message: "Praise: Only the heaven and the earth are created, all things are nourished by the people, the sun receives its essence, the moon moistens its flowers, the secrets of heaven's rituals are contained in them, and people determine their rituals with weddings...
…”
The lyrics were being sung above, and people were discussing below.
"The Duke's Mansion is the Duke's Mansion. Even if you meet such a person, you still have the proper etiquette."
"Haha, the key is, can people appreciate it? It's okay without this congratulation. What's the difference between having this congratulation and shitting on someone's face?"
"Hey, isn't this just a matter of time and again?"
"To be honest, I kind of admire this Su Ping. For the sake of glory and wealth, he can even endure such shame and humiliation. Tsk tsk tsk, I admire him. I admire him."
"Hahaha……"
Su Ping could guess the discussion in the hall without listening, not to mention that many people had no intention of lowering their voices.
However, he kept a calm face from beginning to end and waited without changing his expression.
Finally, the congratulations were sung.
The old housekeeper said loudly again: "The bride and groom, bow to heaven and earth!"