"What, the young master's wedding?"

"What, Chen Xiuping got married?"

The two of them expressed their surprise in unison. After all, it was about Chen Xiuping. This marriage was actually related to Chen Xiuping. Neither of them heard any news from Chen Xiuping, so they were naturally a little surprised.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the surprised expressions of the two, Zhao Yansi asked.

"I am the maid of Lord Chen in your mouth."

"I..., I am Chen Xiuping's master."

Chen Jingan suddenly wondered what kind of person she was, but Yi'er had already told her relationship with Chen Xiuping, so Chen Jingan naturally had to keep up. In desperation, she said directly. After all, Chen Xiu often asked her about martial arts, even if she was Chen Xiuping's master.

"..." Facing the two women, Zhao Yansi felt for the first time what it means to be poor. She didn't know how to go on, so she could only ask where Lord Chen was.

"Well, that's right? My young master got drunk last night and is still sleeping. Why don't you come back in the afternoon?"

When Zhao Yansi heard that his future husband was drunk, a scene of a young man being addicted to alcohol was constructed in his mind. Could it be that he was an alcoholic? How could his father think that an alcoholic was a capable minister who assisted the prince? Although he was thinking so in his heart, time didn't wait for anyone. She sneaked out secretly and would definitely go back in a short time. If someone discovered this, it would be a bad thing.

"This matter is a bit urgent. After all, it is a wedding with the princess. I hope you will wake up Lord Chen and discuss the matter."

"What, the wedding with the princess." This sentence was said by Chen Jing'an and Yi'er at the same time. They didn't expect that Chen Xiuping actually had a marriage with the princess. The key is that they didn't know at all.

"What's wrong? Haven't you heard Lord Chen say it?"

"..., forget it, you guys wait here, I'll go and call the young master up."

Yi'er was already a little confused. What was this called? The young master didn't explain it. He only realized that he was going to get married after he came to the door. And when did the young master get into a relationship with this princess? How long has it been since Yingtian been here? As he thought about it, Yi'er's lips turned sagging, and she looked unhappy. After all, she also liked the young master, so she was naturally unhappy when she saw other women possessing her.

Zhao Yansi waited in the yard for a long time before some movement came from the room. A man with messy hair walked out of the door, and a middle-aged man in rags followed behind him.

The man in front saluted to the man behind and said, "Sir, go slowly, we will talk later."

"Thank you for your hospitality. Your words have benefited Tanfu a lot. From today on, Tanfu will change his mind and strive for the future."

The ragged middle-aged man also bowed and walked past Zhao Yansi. The smell was imagined. The smell was mixed with a slight odor, which made Zhao Yansi cover his nose directly.

"Yier, why don't you arrange a room for your husband?"

"I've also arranged a room, young master, you don't know that you couldn't even pull it away last night. Once you pulled it away, it was so miserable. If others didn't know, they thought they had split up a pair of mandarin ducks."
Chapter completed!