Glory to the ancestors

The matchmaker was holding a rooster, pretending to kick down the sedan door, and the maids on both sides immediately helped a woman in white get out of the sedan chair.

The sound of silk and bamboo was still going on, and it had been a long time since there were so many people around the gate of Rongguo Mansion, and the common people were whispering, constantly exchanging information about the weirdness of this wedding.

But the woman didn't care about the rumors at all, she still had a smile on her face, and she didn't reject the rooster groom at all.

Rong Zhen sat in the hall watching this absurd scene, shook his head, stretched out his finger and pointed at the servant standing behind him, telling him to change places with him.

Before the boy could react, Rong Zhen had already grabbed him onto his seat.

He didn't dare to move, just watched the bride and the rooster step over the brazier, then over the saddle, and knelt down in front of him.

The matchmaker looked at the young man, first startled, and then seeing Rong Zhen behind her, she immediately changed her expression flatteringly, "Meet the Patriarch."

She played the role of the groom and kowtowed to them head by head.

The boy kept his head down, and when the ceremony was over, he waved his hand, and someone else brought a cup of tea, which he handed over to the bride.

The bride drank it down, which means she has completely married into the Rong family.

Rong Zhen was tall, standing behind the servant looked at the bride with disdain, guessing her real intentions.

"Send it to the bridal chamber."

The matchmaker raised her hand, hugged the rooster and walked with the bride to the room where they were arranged.

When all these people left, Rong Zhen ordered people to remove the colorful decorations in the mansion, sent some money to the wedding party, and sent them away.

The Rong Mansion, which was still in full swing just now, fell silent in an instant.

This is the feeling that Rong Zhen is familiar with.

Cool and quiet.

He sat in the center of the hall, looking at the messy Duke's Mansion, his eyes were filled with confusion.

The servant came over, clenched his hands into fists, and tapped him on the shoulder lightly.

"Look, there are really people rushing to marry a dead man," Rong Zhen sneered, "I don't know what kind of demon is in it."

The boy didn't answer, just lowered his head.

Rong Zhen didn't say anything else, and scratched the tip of his nose twice with his right index finger. He didn't ask too much, as long as the lady of the Ministry of Rites could stay in the mansion peacefully, he had nothing to complain about.

To be honest, he is still very familiar with this woman Jiang Yuhan.

In the past, this woman always followed behind his brother, pretending to be weak from time to time, and in order to win his brother's favor, she gave him a few pieces of candy, she was considered a pretty good person.

Therefore, when Jiang Yuhan knelt in front of him with the marriage certificate and begged him to let her in, he agreed without hesitation.

Anyway, the Empress Dowager wanted to stuff herself with people, and it was better to stuff someone she knew better than someone she didn't know well.

"Mr. Rong," the matchmaker knelt in front of Rong Zhen, with a troubled expression, "This bride insists on seeing you."

"What are you seeing me for?"

"Here," the matchmaker didn't know what to say, so she waved her hand.

The servant stopped and grabbed Rong Zhen's clothes.

Rong Zhen glanced back at him, finally stood up, and followed the matchmaker to the door.

"Is it true?" Jiang Yuhan asked from the room.

Really...

Goosebumps appeared on Rong Zhen's body for no reason, and he pushed open the door, "What are you doing?"

"What's the fuss?" Jiang Yuzan took off her hijab early, sat on the bed with her waist tucked in, and hurriedly got up when she saw Rong Zhen coming in, "Where is Rong doing?"

Rong Zhen pointed to the spirit tablet in the middle of her room, "That's it."

"I'm not talking about that." Jiang Yuzan said anxiously, "I'm talking about others."

"I said he was dead."

"He can't die!"

Rong Zhen took a step back, walked out of the room, closed the door, and said to the matchmaker, "I'm sorry to trouble you today."

"Where is it?" The matchmaker shook her head again and again.

Rong Zhen pointed to the entrance of the courtyard with his chin, "Osmanthus fragrans, take her to receive the reward."

The boy nodded, stretched out his hand, and made a gesture of invitation.

The matchmaker withdrew when she saw a deal, and retreated with the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Rong Zhen reopened the door and walked in, "You want me to tell you several times, Rong fucked him to death."

"But you live."

"How fresh," Rong Zhen snorted coldly, "Seven years ago, there was a fire, and none of the three hundred members of the Rong family were spared. I barely escaped the catastrophe because I was treating illnesses in the mountains. Does he have such luck?"

"Yes," Jiang Yuzan hesitated to speak.

"Didn't we agree? If you are willing to marry and become a widow, I am not forcing you."

Jiang Yuzan shut her mouth, sat on the bed, covered her appetite, and snorted, "I'm hungry."

"what?"

"I'm hungry!" Jiang Yuzan paused every word, each word louder than the other, and almost pointed at Rong Zhen's nose, "I've been tossing all morning, and no one is allowed to be hungry."

Rong Zhen frowned and watched Jiang Yuhan take off the layers of jewels on his body, unwilling to argue with her as a woman, so he slowed down his tone, "What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Yuzan pointed to the big rooster in her room that was wagging its head and tail, "I'm a husband."

The rooster seemed to understand human speech, turned its head up with its proud crown, glanced at Rong Zhen's wrinkled face, and ran away.

……

Osmanthus osmanthus was holding a broom and was busy cleaning up some fragments of firecrackers left in the yard. When she stopped in front of the bride's door, she saw Rong Zhen appearing in front of her with a rooster in her arms. She was almost startled. But he quickly calmed down, plucked the two chicken feathers from Rongzhen's hair with his hands, and gestured, "What's wrong?"

"Eat this tonight." Rong Zhen stuffed the rooster into the sweet-scented osmanthus, and went back to his study with a dark face.

Seeing Rong Zhen in such a mess, Osmanthus wanted to laugh but didn't dare, so she walked to the kitchen with the rooster in her arms.

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