"The City Lord's Mansion is picking up the bride, where is the bride?!"
An old man sitting on a horse said that he didn't look like the city lord and was most likely a servant.
In the host's house, a few people came out to support the bride. The woman who supported the bride had red eyes and it seemed that she had just cried.
"Be more festive! Don't look so sad when you come to the City Lord's Mansion to pick up the bride. Old woman, it's a blessing for your daughter to be favored by the City Lord, so don't make a fool of yourself!"
Asking someone to send their daughter to death and then asking them to do it happily is really inhumane.
Chen Miaoyi saw that the woman's hands as she supported the bride were shaking slightly.
"Master, shall we save her?"
Afraid of being heard, Chen Miaoyi leaned close to Tan Jing's ear and whispered, which made him feel very uncomfortable. When he moved, his ear rubbed against Chen Miaoyi's lips.
Tan Jing's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little embarrassed and annoyed in his heart. No wonder she was a witch from the Hehuan Sect. She had amazing kung fu.
"Don't move." Tan Jing said. This witch was really stupid. They wanted to follow this line of investigation. Now they saved a girl, but what about the next one?
The master's words naturally had their reasons. The bride was supported and walked towards the sedan chair step by step, moving very slowly.
Chen Miaoyi used her spiritual power to blow up a gust of wind, which lifted a corner of the bride's veil. She wanted to see how beautiful the bride was.
It’s not good to be too obvious, the wind only lifted a corner of the veil. Chen Miaoyi bent down to take a look, and it was really beautiful!
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, big tears were falling down, and she bit her lips silently without making any sound. It was heartbreaking to watch.
Her appearance has nothing to do with her round face.
When Tan Jing turned around, he saw her bending over. It was really strange that she was sitting like this on a high stool.
The guests only stopped grinning when the bride's party had gone far away.
When the sound of gongs and drums could no longer be heard, the bride's mother took down her hands that were covering her mouth and burst into tears. The women in the village put down their chopsticks and went to comfort her.
"I'll go take a look."
Chen Miaoyi slid down from the high stool. The stools used for dining here were very high. With her body shape, if she sat on them completely with her buttocks still hanging in the air, she would have to jump down.
"Don't be sad, just pretend you never gave birth to this daughter."
"Yeah, at least she can have a few good days."
"Don't cry, you still have to take care of the family."
The women surrounded the bride's mother and comforted her, knowing that the bride would not live long.
Chen Miaoyi looked over and saw the bride's father squatting on the threshold in silence. She stuck her head into the house.
A big man was holding a tray of silver ingots, biting them one by one to see if they were real, without a trace of sadness on his face.
"Auntie, why don't you refuse the City Lord's Mansion? Will you be retaliated against if you refuse?"
Everyone looked at her at once, their eyes filled with surprise and fear.
"You, you, you! How dare we offend the City Lord's Mansion? How could we ordinary people afford to offend them?"
The woman sat down on the ground and burst into tears.
The enthusiastic uncle at the banquet ran over and said, "Girl, you don't know that no one dares to refuse the City Lord's Mansion. A few years ago, a girl from a wealthy family refused the marriage proposal.
The family business started to go badly, and people were making trouble for them everywhere. The City Lord's Mansion said that they wanted a willing girl, a happy girl!
After the family refused, their financial situation plummeted, and they soon became poor, leaving Luofeng City with their daughter.
In this way, if you refuse the City Lord's Mansion, you will not be killed, but you will be given a hard time.
"If your family loves your daughter and doesn't want to see her die, you can just leave here. But you happily accepted the money and cried and pretended to be sad."
Chen Miaoyi pulled off their fig leaf without any hesitation. All their claims of not daring were fake!
"Who are you saying is pretending? That's our own daughter!" The old man squatting on the doorstep stood up and said viciously, wishing he could give her a slap in the face the next second.
After eating at their table, you still dare to talk like that!
Chen Miaoyi looked at everyone's complaining eyes, ran into the house and picked up the man who was counting the silver. The man had no spiritual power fluctuations, he was just an ordinary person, so it was easy to pick him up.
The man was a little dumbfounded, as he had all the money in his pocket.
"If he's sad, then why is he still happily counting silver?"
The enthusiastic uncle's eyes widened in surprise, "Ah! Isn't this your boy?"
"Didn't you say he was so sad he couldn't eat?"
Someone added, and everyone's expressions changed as they looked at the family.
This is clearly selling a daughter and sending her to die!
"What are you looking at? You ate at my banquet and now you want to find fault?
Our family is so poor, we can barely afford to eat. My sister volunteered, do you understand? Voluntary!"
The man held the silver tightly. He was pretending to be sad before, but now that the person has been sent away, can he get it back?
I'm just too lazy to pretend.
"What are you doing out here? Get back in here!" The bride's father kicked the man.
"Everyone, my daughter has been favored by the City Lord's Mansion. This cannot be faked! But my family is really struggling, and my son still needs to get married!
I have raised my daughter for more than ten years, so I have repaid her kindness."
The old man said that they were all from the same village and the villagers couldn't say anything.
After all, the person has been sent away.
"Bah! Hypocrisy! This old woman is still crying! She's just pretending. I'll teach this idiot a lesson today!"
Chen Miaoyi took out a sword from her storage bag. Everyone was frightened by her move and quickly moved away a few steps.
She did not draw her sword, but simply struck the man with the unsheathed sword.
"Who wants you to teach me a lesson! Go away, go away, what do you outsiders know? Leave now!"
The old man stood in front of her fearlessly.
Chen Miaoyi joined him in the fight. She couldn't kill anyone, but she could injure them.
"Hua Heshang, why don't you take care of your woman! You beat up my son and my man, I'm going to sue you in the government!"
The crying woman became anxious when she saw that she was really going to hit him. Her daughter was already gone, and what would she do if she hurt her son and husband?
She quickly yelled at Tan Jing. In her opinion, a monk with a woman, what kind of relationship is this? It's necessary to explain it. He must be a playboy monk!
Tan Jing's expression froze. What did he mean by his woman?
Amitabha, sin, sin.
"Donor, I don't know her." Tan Jing quickly distanced himself from the matter. This was Chen Miaoyi's karma, what did it have to do with him?
But he forgot that the two were connected.
"What do you mean I don't know you? You clearly came here together!" the woman yelled, desperately trying to stop Chen Miaoyi. If she beat up her man and son, who would support her?
Chen Miaoyi beat up the three of them together. No villager dared to stop her because of the sword in her hand.
The kind-hearted uncle even secretly gave her a thumbs up.
——Dividing line
Welcome everyone to find bugs, always miss it, in addition, the character of the protagonist will be somewhat integrated with the original body, so in some planes she is more cold, in some planes she is more dull
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