Even the cold wind in the courtyard seemed to become a little bit colder.
Murong Yong and the two young masters of the Murong family who accompanied him to welcome the bride were a little confused.
If the Marquisate didn't want to have a happy wedding, they could have just rejected Madam Murong in the morning. Now that it's already come to the stage of welcoming the bride, and the sedan chair has arrived, the Marquisate can just say no to the wedding? !
This is going to make enemies!
Taoist Shangqing frowned, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes that were pure and innocent.
The white horse under Murong Yong's crotch pranced around a few times, breathing heavily from its mouth and nose, startling Nanny Li so much that she took a step back.
Murong Yong's face was a little solemn. He tightened the reins with his right hand and asked politely, "Why?"
"But what did the Murong family do wrong to displease your Madam?"
How would Nanny Li know? Servants were not allowed to be present at the ancestor worship ceremony at the Marquis' Mansion. She went in just to pass on the message, and all she heard was what the Dowager said about the Murong family becoming too greedy and not taking the Marquis' Mansion seriously.
She didn't know what was going on, and she didn't dare to guess.
Nanny Li forced out a polite smile and said, "This is what the Madam wanted."
"Second Master Murong, please go back."
After saying this, Nanny Li turned around and left, rushing back to Cihetang to report impatiently, with a feeling of fleeing in a panic.
The doorman was also troubled, and politely extended his hand to Murong Yong as a gesture of request.
The atmosphere around was colder and stiffer.
The "bridal ceremony" was originally a request from the Murong family, and they were in a weak position. But now, the Marquis's Mansion canceled the engagement on the spot without any reason, which was simply a slap in the face of the man! As the saying goes, killing someone is not enough, and there is no greater shame than this.
Since the Marquis' Mansion is so ruthless in its actions, there is no need to be polite. I must ask for an explanation.
Murong Yong's face darkened, his expression stern, he leaped off his horse, strode towards the ceremonial gate, and said, "I want to see Madam Gu!"
How could the concierge just sit there and watch him barge into the inner quarters of the Marquisate like this? He quickly shouted, "Aunt... Second Young Master Murong, please stay!"
Several guards from the Marquis' Mansion hurried forward to stop Murong Yong.
But Murong Yong was not alone. The people from Murong family who came to welcome the bride naturally could not swallow this humiliation and followed him in.
One side wanted to stop it, while the other side wanted to force its way in. The two sides were facing each other with swords drawn.
There was a commotion at the Outer Ceremonial Gate, which was getting louder and louder. Only Shangqing Zhenren stood calmly near the gate, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if he was staying out of the matter.
All the servants in the Marquis' Mansion didn't know what to do, so they went to report to the housekeeper Zhou and asked him whether they should ask the Marquis for instructions.
Butler Zhou was also confused and could only send more guards and servants to the outer ceremonial gate.
Although the servants of the Marquis' Mansion were armed with weapons and sticks, they were still restrained and did not dare to use heavy-handed tactics against the people of Murong's family. After all, without the master's orders, they could not afford the consequences if someone was injured.
There was chaos at the ceremonial gate.
In response, Madam Gu played deaf and dumb, and even Gu Jian and the Marquis' wife Wang did not show up.
After all, the third wife is a widow and it is not convenient for her to show up in public.
Finally, it was Zhou Daguan's wife, Zhou Lijia, who personally went to the main courtyard to ask for instructions from the Marquis and his wife.
However, Zhou Lijia was unable to even enter the main courtyard as she was stopped by a maid.
"Since the eldest girl doesn't want to get married, just deal with it yourself." Marquis's wife Wang sneered and said, "My Lord, don't worry about it."
Wang has made up her mind and will never show up. As for how to discuss the cancellation of the engagement with the Murong family, let the third and eldest houses handle it themselves.
I'm so embarrassed today!
As she thought about it, a variety of emotions flashed across Wang's face.
Gu Jian responded absentmindedly.
The maid who came to report the message retreated with her head lowered and her steps silent.
Wang picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. She still felt uneasy, so she sent the other servants away.
"My Lord," Wang grabbed Gu Jian's sleeve, stared into his eyes, and asked, "What happened to mother today?"
"How would I know?" Gu Jian said impatiently. His right shoulder was still throbbing in pain, making him unable to calm down.
From childhood to adulthood, he had never seen his mother like this.
Gu Jian rubbed one of his temples with his left hand. His temple was throbbing and he had a vague bad feeling in his heart.
"Then what is a substitute?" Wang asked again in a low voice.
No matter how you think about the word "substitute", it seems to be wrong. And judging from what Gu Yanfei said, this matter seems to involve the art of "borrowing luck".
"You ask me, who should I ask?" Gu Jian became even more impatient, his brows furrowed.
The couple looked at each other face to face, and now thinking back on the scenes that happened in the ancestral hall, they always felt a little creepy.
“Squeak!”
A gust of cold wind suddenly blew open the window, startling Wang so much that she almost jumped up, her expression changing from gloomy to happy.
The wind was particularly strong today, blowing the trees in the courtyard as if they were about to break in half, and Zhou Lijia, who was waiting outside, was so cold that his face turned red.
"Auntie Zhou," a woman came running over breathlessly, reporting incoherently, "Second Master Murong has already...broken into the ceremonial gate..."
Before the old woman finished her words, the maid from the main courtyard arrived and relayed Wang's words truthfully.
This sentence was like adding fuel to the fire. The rage in Zhou Lijia's heart "jumped" to the top of his head. With a bit of anger, he said to the mother-in-law: "You heard it too. If there is anything, go to Jiahuiyuan and report it to the eldest lady."
The old woman was overwhelmed and at a loss as to what to do, so she could only turn around and run to Jiahuiyuan.
Not only this old woman was at a loss, the other servants were also at a loss.
Murong Yong had already passed through the outer ceremonial gate and entered the inner ceremonial gate, with a stern expression and fierce eyes.
He took off his groom's hat and ripped off the big red embroidered ball on his red groom's robe, feeling a lot lighter.
It also becomes much easier and more convenient to beat someone up.
He kicked a guard away with his right leg, and then punched a servant in the abdomen with lightning speed. The servant staggered back a few steps, and another servant behind him was also pinned to the ground by him, and the two fell into a ball.
Then, he cut off the right arm of another guard without even looking, and the other guard let out a pig-like scream that went straight to the sky.
Every movement of Murong Yong was extremely rough, decisive, with a sense of catharsis, and unstoppable force.
Murong Yong had never been treated so coldly in his life.
In his opinion, if the Gu family did not want to have a happy wedding, they could just say so directly, and there was no need to embarrass the Murong family in this way.
He must make the Gu family give an explanation to the Murong family today.
Murong Yong led his men forward with great momentum, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, stabbing forward with murderous intent.
He was a martial artist who had killed enemies, suppressed bandits, and had countless lives on his hands. Whether in terms of skills or aura, he was far superior to the guards and servants of the Gu family. There was no way they could stop him.
The guards and servants were lying all over the ground, and the sounds of wailing, falling, and crashing were heard one after another. Some of the surrounding flowers and trees were hit and destroyed as if they had been hit by a typhoon.
Wherever Murong Yong passed, there was chaos.
Shangqing Zhenren followed Murong Yong silently, maintaining a distance of five or six steps between them.
After walking around a tall stone screen wall, Murong Yong saw a blue figure standing in front of the main hall in the cold winter weather.
The winter sun cast a golden halo on the slender young man.
The young man stood with his hands behind his back, his expression stern and his eyebrows brimming with a bit of arrogance. He addressed Murong Yong by name in a stern manner and said, "Murong Yong, I've already said that our family doesn't agree to this marriage, so don't get involved."
"Get out now!"
Gu Yuan spoke the last five words with great force. His whole body was like a red-tasseled spear, emitting coldness and flashing with murderous intent.
The cold wind blew up Gu Yuan's robe, making it rustle.
The appearance of Gu Yuan made the guards and servants of the Marquis' Mansion feel as if they had been pardoned. They looked at him as if they were looking up to a savior, and their hearts, which had been shattered by Murong Yong, finally found a backbone.
Everyone in the Marquis' Mansion was delighted, but Murong Yong was completely enraged by Gu Yuan's contemptuous attitude.
"Is the Gu family trying to make an enemy?" Murong Yong's eyes were burning with flames as he asked coldly, his voice even colder than the biting wind.
"Our two families already have a marriage certificate, and your Gu family has also accepted the betrothal gifts. Are you trying to get married by fraud?!"
Every word he spoke was sonorous and powerful, not at all 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. It was really the Gu family that was going too far and was making fun of the Murong family!
Gu Yuan looked at Murong Yong calmly, with a sneer of disdain on his lips.
“Pah!”
Gu Yuan casually raised his hand and clapped twice.
Wutong immediately understood and ordered a few servants to carry the heavy red lacquered wooden boxes and throw them on the open space between Gu Yuan and Murong Yong.
The betrothal gift box hit the bluestone floor with a bang.
The noise was louder and louder. Some boxes even fell to the ground with their lids broken open, and the jewellery, decorative utensils and other items inside fell out.
The sound of each impact was like several slaps in the face.
Murong Yong's face darkened slightly, his eyes were cold and he was angry out of shame.
The cold wind is like a knife, chilling you to the bones.
Everyone's sleeves and robes fluttered in the cold wind, and even the breath they exhaled was white.
Murong Yong had a stern face, but Gu Yuan was still sneering nonchalantly, moving his knuckles lightly, making a crackling sound.
"What? You want to fight? Come on." Gu Yuan hooked his index finger at Murong Yong provocatively, "Who's afraid of who?"
"If you want to fight, do it sooner rather than later. Otherwise, your family will have to observe mourning and you won't be able to fight for the next three years."
Gu Yuan's words were harsh, and he did not try to hide the provocation in them.
(End of this chapter)
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