Why bother to be acquainted with them on this big day? Since Mr. Yang is determined to ask me to go to welcome the bride, then go out and have a look, lest anyone say that I don’t understand etiquette again."

Xu Wenda bowed and replied respectfully: "They are all small people from the mountains, disturbing the peace of the prince. It is a crime, it is a crime. The prince is so generous, and I admire him very much."

"Okay, stop flattering me and come with me to take a look." The man smiled and walked out of the house nonchalantly.

Xu Wenda hurriedly followed, and Du Buhui also knew the opportunity and followed closely at the end of the crowd. At this time, he must not stay away from the man in the middle.

Outside the gate of Du Mansion, Yang Yiran was in a daze, feeling a little restless and irritable for some reason. Fang Qianqian puffed out his cheeks and looked at the two sword-wielding women provocatively, while Si Youjuan looked on with a mocking look on his face.

At this moment, Du Buhui's sharp cry was heard from inside the mansion: "The prince is here!"

The spectators all around were looking up eagerly, waiting to see how graceful the world-famous His Highness Da Gan was. Fang Qianqian's eyes lit up, and she stood on tiptoes and said, "Where is it? Where is it? Quickly.

Let me take a look!"

While they were talking, a group of people strode out of the gate of Du Mansion. In the middle was a man, suave and handsome. He also had half-length hair. He was not haggard, but had a strange charm. The man had a smile on his face, and his expression was quite easy-going.

He has a graceful demeanor without losing his majesty. He may seem gentle, but his every move and gesture exudes the grace of someone who has been in power for a long time. At a glance, this is what the prince and prince in the book should look like. He is more like Da Gan than Li Luo.

His Highness, but compared with Li Luo, he is nothing like him.

Fang Qianqian's red lips slightly opened and she exclaimed. Si Youjuan glanced at Fang Qianqian and asked if Fang Qianqian had any feelings. Then he heard Fang Qianqian murmur in a low voice: "You're so good-looking, he can compare to

The prince is much more pleasing to the eye!"

Si Youjuan's forehead felt hot, and he almost suffered from internal injuries. He glared at Fang Qianqian. Fang Qianqian stuck out his tongue, blushed, laughed, and winked at Si Youjuan to express his apology.

The moment Si Youjuan turned around, he heard Fang Qianqian muttering in a very small voice: "He is really good-looking." Si Youjuan simply pretended not to hear, and looked at him indifferently, which shocked the onlookers.

The young man shouted loudly. The man waved and looked modest. Even though Si Youjuan had a preconceived dislike, he had to admit that the man in front of him had an extraordinary demeanor. However, including his appearance, there was nothing similar to Li Luo.

.

The man took a few steps forward and watched Yang Yiran give a half salute with a cheerful face. Yang Yiran was in a hurry. Although he had made up his mind just now not to let Cheng Yujia be wronged and to ask the prince to go out to meet the bride, when he actually stood in front of the man, Yang Yiran only felt

My mouth was dry and it was difficult to even breathe, let alone reply in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

At this time, a woman holding a sword walked quickly to the man's side and whispered a few words through the sound transmission. The man raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Fang Qianqian and Si Youjuan who were standing aside to join in the fun, only to see Fang Qianqian smiling.

She waved her hand at the man, her pretty face turned red, and she didn't know whether it was because she was hot or because she was shy. The man was startled, a little confused, and then smiled faintly and turned his eyes to the procession of sending off the bride.

Yang Zhaosui was stunned and speechless. He looked at the handsome and handsome His Highness Da Gan, and then looked at himself who was down and out and haggard. He was completely defeated in one place in the sky and the other on the ground. How could he feel so ashamed of himself?

The man Wen Yan said: "I have just come to Fuzhou and I don't know the customs here. Please don't take offense to my father-in-law if you are negligent."

Yang Yiran opened his mouth, a little scared. At this point, what else could he say? I was afraid that if he said one more word, he would be scolded for being pretentious.

"Your Majesty, although Yujia is not the biological daughter of an old man, but...hey, please, Your Majesty, be kind to your little daughter."

"Don't worry, father-in-law, I will not treat Yujia badly. She is very good and I like her very much."

"That's good, that's good." Yang Yiran rubbed his hands and said with a look of shame, "The time is coming, Your Majesty, let's go in now, please bother Your Majesty to run around, little people..."

"After today, Yujia is my wife, and you and I are a family. My father-in-law doesn't have to be so polite, just be more casual." The man laughed and said, "I was the one who was rude first. How can I dare to speak out?

I'm afraid if I have to work harder, I'll be able to match Yujia's Huizhilanxin."

Yang Yiran also smiled and put his mind at ease. The His Highness in front of him was humorous and easy-going. He must be a good home for Yu Jia.

Yang Yiran breathed out a breath, glanced at Yang Zhaosui who was unconscious, and sighed sadly, how could a father not know what his son was thinking about, but now that things have come to this, how dare the Yang family break the contract? The most important thing is that in the sedan chair

Cheng Yujia is willing. Thinking of this, Yang Yiran felt a little stinging in his heart. Once upon a time, he regarded Cheng Yujia as his daughter-in-law and the young mistress of the Yang family. But now Cheng Yujia has suddenly changed and has become the princess of Zhuocheng City.

Yang Yiran waved his hand, and a middle-aged man from the Yang family shouted: "Get up the sedan..."

"Wait a minute." A bright and cheerful voice came from the side. Everyone on the left and right looked around. The person who spoke did not intend to hide his head and tail, and walked straight out. He was no less elegant and elegant than that man. He was the famous man in the world.

A perfect gentleman.

"Who are you? How dare you yell here!" Fan Jinzhi's nose was so angry that his nose was crooked. As soon as two of them left, another one came, but it wasn't over yet.

Song Wuque didn't even look at Fan Jinzhi. He looked at the man in front of him calmly, with curiosity in his eyes. Besides curiosity, there seemed to be a hint of comparison. The man's heart sank slightly when he saw this. The comparison in Song Wuque's eyes was definitely not for comparison.

When you compare yourself with him, you are clearly comparing yourself with another person.

Fan Jinzhi paid attention to the man's face from time to time. When he saw the man frowning slightly, he jumped up and shouted: "If you want to congratulate me, please come to the house. If you make trouble, don't blame me for punishing you, who despises the imperial power."

Guilty!"

Song Wuque laughed, then turned his gaze back to Fan Jinzhi, and said harmoniously: "Contempting the imperial power? What a big crime, but Mr. Fan is not qualified to punish me for this crime." After saying that, Song Wuque looked at the expression on the side.

The not-so-good-looking prefect of Songhai said with a smile, "Master Wang is the prefect of Songhai, so maybe you can give it a try."

"Who are you? Why are you talking nonsense here?" Wang Wenyuan, the prefect of Songhai, stopped the furious Fan Jinzhi and asked coldly.
Chapter completed!