Author: Fragrance is all over the world

Pei Mojiu sighed heartily, "Unless An Ren can postpone the wedding, he will have to find another way."

"Ah?" Murong Qing raised his head with a confused expression, "No, Yan Ru has been looking forward to this marriage for a long time. How can we do this?"

Pei Mo opened his mouth, but he didn't speak.

Sometimes he was jealous of Yan Ru and Ru Yan, and the way Murong Qing treated them made him jealous.

His purpose was just not to let down Murong Qing's efforts, and he didn't really want Yan Ru and Fang Anren to make him suffer in order to help them. It would be great if there was some way to get the best of both worlds.

Just like that, both of them fell into silence.

In Prince Yi's palace, Fang Anren stood up and said, "You can't postpone the wedding, I won't agree!"

King Yi said with a straight face, "The emperor is lingering on his sick bed, how dare you hold a wedding? The emperor personally granted the marriage, and if he doesn't come, the marriage will not count. You have to agree even if you don't agree!"

Fang Anren frowned, thinking that he hadn't seen Yan Ru for three days, and his mood dropped as low as falling off a cliff. "What will Yan Ru do if she doesn't get married? What will she do if the official ladies in the capital laugh at her..."

King Yi choked, yes, just thinking about the future of the Fang family, how could he forget about this girl.

When Mrs. Yiwang heard this, her mood suddenly dropped. She knew best how easily those rumors could destroy a person.

"That's right, you old man, why don't you think about this girl?"

Mrs. Yiwang slapped Wang Yi's shoulder angrily. Men are men, and they really can't understand the hard work of women.

Fang Anren muttered and put the big red flower in his hand, which symbolized the bridegroom, on the table. He knew that he might not be able to change his father's mind and could only leave in despair.

There is a custom in Dashun that three days before the wedding, a man and a woman cannot meet each other, otherwise they will not be able to grow old together. At first, Fang Anren laughed at this custom.

But when it came time for him to get married, he would rather toss and turn and not sleep than dare to see Yan Ru, just because of this seemingly ridiculous custom.

King Yi knew that he had not thought carefully. When he saw Fang Anren leaving in despair, he immediately asked anxiously, "Where are you going?"

Fang Anren ran like crazy, and in a blink of an eye, he jumped up the tree and jumped out of the high wall of Prince Yi's palace. Prince Yi only saw his hair flying in the air.

"I'm going to see Yan Ru now that the King of Heaven is here, so please leave me alone!"

What followed was the angry voice of the young man.

King Yi was at a loss what to do. Was his son angry?

Mrs. Yiwang laughed helplessly, shook her head and said, "This child is really impatient."

It’s also hard for her son, Mrs. Yi Wang thought to herself, she has seen Fang Anren’s suffering these days, and she feels bitter at the same time.

I lament that time flies by so fast. My son has finally grown up and knows how to love someone. It is also bitter that time flies by so fast. This old guy, King Yi, left a lot of hidden wounds on the battlefield when he was young.

, these pains became more obvious as she got older, and she was suddenly afraid that Fang Anren would be like her father, and that the wife her son would marry would be as emotional and bitter as her in the future.

Is this the fate of their family?

Underneath the countless honors is a body covered in wounds. During the day, he wears official robes, and at night he takes off his clothes and licks his wounds alone.

Such glory can sometimes feel like a shackles.

Mrs. Yiwang swallowed the blockage in her throat with difficulty, and sighed, "It's okay. We have never seen heavy winds or rains. Come and open the warehouse."

King Yi wondered, "Why don't we open a warehouse if we can't do it anymore?"

King Yi pulled him up from the chair and said, "You go and sort out the guest list. I will go to the warehouse to prepare a small gift and ask the servants to deliver this small gift to the guests. The palace will also give one. Even if the wedding does not happen,

Come on, we can’t let outsiders look down upon our Major General Fang’s wife!”

"It's not over yet. Get these ready. Let's go to the Wang family in person to see this girl. We should bring some gifts. I haven't decided what gifts to bring. I'll finish the important things first."

King Yi suddenly understood, nodded and flattered, "Madam is still thoughtful. As expected, without Madam, the palace will be disbanded!"

Mrs. Yi Wang couldn't help but laugh, "Smooth talker, stop dawdling, we have to deliver all the small gifts to the guests before the end of the day."

With countermeasures in place, the depressed Prince Yi's Mansion became full of vitality again.

On the other side, the Wang family also received the news. Wang Dianyi was once a third-rank official, and she knew clearly in her heart that it was neither a matter of doing it nor not doing it. What to do specifically, she had to ask Yan Ru what she thought before going with him.

King Yi asked the two to talk.

Finally, I planned to go see Yan Ru, but I heard a servant say that Major General Fang had arrived earlier than Yan Ru.

Wang Dianyi waved his hand, "That's fine. It's better to let the two children talk before making a decision."

In this way, only Yan Ru and Fang Anren are left in the west wing.

Fang Anren was sitting on a short round stool, holding his pants with both hands and not knowing how to speak.

Yan Ru was amused by his nervous look, "Why are you so nervous?"

Fang Anren didn't say anything. He saw the red hijab hanging on the shelf behind Yan Ru, the ironed red wedding dress, and the green luan bird feather crown on the dressing table. The red hurt his eyes, and he was even more speechless.

.

"Why do you have such an expression? If you postpone the marriage, just postpone it. It's not like it won't happen. There's nothing to be sad about."

Yan Ru chuckled, and the words she spoke almost made Fang Anren choke.

Fang Anren froze, his voice a little blocked, "You know everything?"

"Of course I know. I am the one who built Mingyue Tower. How could this bit of news escape my ears?"

Yan Ru tilted her head and said proudly, her eyes shining like stars.

Seeing her smile, Fang Anren's depression disappeared, and he seemed to suddenly realize, "Aren't you sad? You have to wait for so long."

There was no trace of sadness on Yan Ru's face, and she asked, "Then I want you to pay me back the time I've been waiting for, and you still won't pay me back?"

"Return, of course." Fang Anren replied without hesitation.

"That's great," Yan Ru said, "postponing the wedding doesn't mean you give me back the time I've been waiting for?"

Fang Anren was a little slow, but his heart filled with joy first, "Ah?"

Yan Ru sighed, didn't they all say that women will become stupid when they are pregnant? Why does she think that men will be stupid even if they are not pregnant?

"Then I insist on postponing the wedding. Do you agree or not?"

Only then did Fang Anren react and realized that Yan Ru was not sad. He showed a naive smile and said, "If you postpone it, postpone it. What's the point? Can you still run away?"

Yan Ru stretched out her slender finger, poked Fang Anren's forehead, and said word by word, "You idiot, I'm not sad at all. What do you have to be sad about?"
Chapter completed!