As soon as this said, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Even the cold wind in the courtyard seemed to have become a little bit cold.

Murong Yong and the two Murong family's sons who accompanied him to meet the bride were a little confused.

If the Marquis' Mansion is unwilling to be happy, he can completely reject Mrs. Murong in the morning. Now he has reached the wedding step and the sedan chair has come to the door. If the Marquis' Mansion says he won't get a bond, he won't get a bond?!

This is about to make enemies!

The Shangqing Zhenren frowned, and a hint of unhappiness flashed in his eyes, with a hint of discomfort.

The white horse under Murong Yong's crotch quickly paced the horse's hooves a few times, and a thick breath was sprayed between his mouth and nose, which made Madam Li take a step back.

Murong Yong's face was a little calmer, he tightened the reins with his right hand and asked politely: "Why?"

"But what did the Murong family do wrong and made the wife of your mansion unhappy?"

How could Madam Li know that the Marquis' Mansion worshipped the ancestors and did not allow slaves to be present. She went in just to spread the word. She only heard the Madam say that the Murong family has become more and more arrogant and does not take the Marquis' Mansion seriously.

She didn't know what else there was inside the room, and she didn't dare to guess randomly.

Madam Li squeezed out a polite smile and said with a tough bullet: "This is what the grandma said."

"Second Young Master Murong, please come back."

After this sentence was finished, Madam Li turned around and left, and couldn't wait to rush back to Cihetang to report, feeling a little bit like running away in panic.

The concierge was also very impressed and politely reached out to Murong Yong for a request.

The atmosphere around is colder and stiffer.

The "joking joy" thing was originally because the Murong family had something to ask for, but his family was weak, but at this point, the Marquis's family had no reason to quit the bride on the spot, which was simply slapping the man in the face!

As the saying goes, killing people is just a slight slap in the ground, and this is the most shameful and humiliating.

Since the Marquis' Mansion has no room for work, then I don't have to be polite and always ask for an explanation.

Murong Yong's face darkened, his expression was cold, he jumped down from his horse, walked into the Yimen Gate with great strides, and said, "I want to see Mrs. Gu!"

The gatekeeper could not sit still and watch him break into the inner house of the Marquis' Mansion like this, and quickly shouted: "Auntie... the second young master Murong stayed!"

Several guards from the Hou Mansion rushed forward to stop Murong Yong.

But Murong Yong is not alone, so the people who came to meet the bride with the Murong family naturally couldn't swallow this and rushed in with him.

On one side, people want to stop, while on the other side, they have to break through. The two sides confront each other and are tense.

The outer art gate was noisy and became noisy. Only the Shangqing Zhenren stood calmly near the gate, with her clothes fluttering, and she looked like she was out of the matter.

The servants of the Marquis' Mansion didn't know what to do, so they went to report to the Zhou Da Butler and asked if they were going to ask the Marquis.

Butler Zhou was also confused and could only send more guards and servants to the Outiyi Gate.

Although the servants of the Hou Mansion took weapons and sticks, they were still reluctant to take action against the Murong family. After all, without the master's instructions, they could not bear it if they hurt anyone.

The ritual gate was in chaos.

In response to this, Mrs. Gu pretended to be deaf and dumb, and even Gu Jian and Mrs. Hou Wang did not show up.

After all, the third wife is a widow, so it is not convenient to show off.

In the end, Zhou Li's wife, the wife of the Zhou Dajia, went to the main courtyard to ask the Marquis and the Marquis.

However, Zhou Li's family couldn't even enter the gate of the main courtyard and was stopped by the maid.

"Since the eldest girl doesn't want to marry, just deal with it yourself." Mrs. Marquis Wang sneered, "Mr. Marquis, don't worry about this matter."

Wang had already made up his mind and would never come forward. As for how to discuss the divorce with the Murong family, let the third bedroom and the eldest bedroom make their own arrangements.

It was so embarrassing today!

Thinking of this, various emotions flashed across Wang's face.

Gu Jian responded absent-mindedly.

The maid who came to report the words lowered her eyebrows and stepped back with her eyes, silent steps.

Mrs. Wang picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea, but she still felt uneasy, so she waved her back to the other servants in the room.

"Marty," Wang grabbed Gu Jian's sleeve, stared at his eyes tightly, and asked, "What's wrong with mother today?"

"How could I know?" Gu Jian said impatiently, and his right shoulder was still thrusting and thrusting, making him unable to calm down.

Since he was a child, he had never seen his mother like this.

Gu Jian rubbed one temple with his left hand, and the temple was beating rapidly, and he felt a vague premonition in his heart.

"Then what is a substitute?" Wang asked again with a low voice.

How to savor the word "stand-in" is wrong? Moreover, judging from Gu Yanfei's words, this matter seems to involve the art of "borrowing fortune".

"Ask me, who will I ask?" Gu Jian became even more impatient and his eyebrows were deeply locked.

The couple looked at each other face to face, and now they recalled the scenes that happened in the ancestral hall, and they always felt a little panicked.

"Cruff!"

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew open the window, which was so shocked that Wang almost jumped up, with a gloomy expression.

The wind was particularly strong today, making the trees in the courtyard seem to be about to break in the middle of the waist, and also made Zhou Li's family who were waiting outside blushed.

Zhou Li's family couldn't wait for the reply and did not dare to ask someone to urge Mrs. Hou to urge her, so she was so anxious that she was wandering around outside.

"Auntie Zhou," an old woman came over panting, running out of breath, and reported intermittently, "The Second Master Murong has...break into the Yimen..."

Before the old lady could finish her voice, the maid from the main courtyard also arrived and truthfully relayed Wang's words.

This sentence is like cheering up on fire. The anger in Zhou Li's heart jumped to the top of his head, and said to the old lady with a little anger: "You have heard it too. If you have anything, go to report to the big girl in Jiahuiyuan."

The old lady was as big as a fight and was at a loss, so she could only turn to Jiahuiyuan.

Not only this old lady was at a loss, but the other servants were also at a loss.

Murong Yong had already passed through the outer ritual gate and entered the inner ritual gate. His expression was grim and his eyes were fierce.

He took off the groom's hat and pulled off the big red hydrangea from the big red groom's robe, making his body much lighter.

It’s much more convenient and neat to beat people.

He suddenly kicked a guard away with his right leg, and then punched a servant in the lower abdomen like lightning. The servant staggered back a few steps, and the other servant behind him was also crushed to the ground by him, and the two of them fell into a ball.

Then, he took off the right arm of another guard without even looking at it, and the other party screamed like a pig slaughtering.

Murong Yong's movements were very rough, without any delay, and with a little catharsis, and was like a broken bamboo.

Murong Yong has never received such cold treatment in his life.

In his opinion, if the Gu family is unwilling to be happy, they can say that there is no need to wipe out the face of their Murong family like this.

Today he must ask the Gu family to give the Murong family an explanation.

Murong Yong led his people forward, rushing forward with great momentum, like a sharp sword unraveling, stabbing forward with murderous intent.

He is a martial arts practitioner. He has killed enemies, suppressed bandits, and has been infected with countless lives. Whether it is skill or momentum, he is far from comparable to these guards of the Gu family. They can't stop him.

The guards lying all over the ground, wailing, falling to the ground, and impacting sounds one after another. Some of the flowers and trees around were knocked out as if they were typhoons passing through the border.

Where Murong Yong passed by was in a mess.

The Shangqing Zhenren followed Murong Yong silently, maintaining a distance of five or six steps not far away.

Bypassing a tall stone wall, Murong Yong saw a blue figure standing in front of the main hall in the cold winter.

The winter sun shines a golden halo on the slender young man.

The young man stood with his hands behind his back, his expression was cold, and his eyebrows were a little unruly. He called Murong Yong annoyed and said, "Murong Yong, we don't agree with this marriage, so don't bother me."

"Get out now!"

In the last five words, Gu Yuan said it loudly, and his whole body was like a red tassel spear, and the cold air was overflowing, flashing through the killing aura.

The cold wind blew up Gu Yuan's robe, making a sound.

Gu Yuan's appearance made the guards of the Hou Mansion be pardoned. His eyes looked up at him as if he was looking up at a savior. His heart, which was hit by Murong Yong, finally had a backbone.

Everyone in the Hou Mansion was very happy, but Murong Yong was completely angered by Gu Yuan's reckless attitude.

"Is the Gu family going to make enemies?" Murong Yong's eyes ignited and asked coldly, his voice colder than the bitter cold wind.

"You and my family have a marriage letter, and your Gu family has also accepted the betrothal gift. Is this going to cheat the marriage?!"

His words were sonorous and powerful, and he was not blown away by the cold wind, and was clearly transmitted to Gu Yuan's ears.

Murong Yong felt that his attitude was already very good. He was really bullying the Gu family, so he was playing with their Murong family as a monkey!

Gu Yuan looked at Murong Yong calmly, with a disdainful sneer hanging on his lips.

"Play!"

Gu Yuan raised his hand casually and slapped his high fives twice.

Wutong immediately knew it and ordered a few grandmasters to carry over heavy red painted wooden boxes and throw them on the open space between Gu Yuan and Murong Yong.

The betrothal gift box hit the bluestone brick floor and made a "bang" sound.

It was louder and louder. Some boxes even fell to the ground, and even the lid was thrown open, and the jewelry and decorations inside fell out.

The sound of the impact was like slapping several slaps on Murong Yong's face.

Murong Yong's face became slightly gloomy, his eyes were cold and he became angry.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the coldness penetrates the bones.

Everyone's cuffs and robe hem flew with the cold wind, and even the breath he exhaled was white.

Murong Yong had a stern face, while Gu Yuan still sneered casually, moving his knuckles easily and clattered.

"Why, you're going to fight, come on." Gu Yuan hooked Murong Yong's index finger provocatively, "Who is afraid of whom!"

"You have to fight early, otherwise your mansion will be mourning and will not be able to fight in the next three years."

Gu Yuan's words were stern and did not hide his provocation.
Chapter completed!