After the Hou family's mistress was reborn, the entire Hou family suffered disaster

Chapter 139 Marriage or enmity

Hearing this, the old lady turned to look at the person who spoke impatiently: "The imperial edict only said that my son and Fuyue should reconcile, but it did not say that they could not remarry! No matter how powerful Mr. Shen is, how could he still be in charge? Will this man marry this woman?"

"What does the old lady mean to take advantage of the imperial edict?" Shen Chuan's voice was extremely cold, "I wonder how many of the nine clans the old lady has that are willing to go through such trouble."

The old lady looked at him and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Mr. Shen, I know you are a new member of the imperial court and have a distinguished status, but I am an elder no matter how you say it. You, a junior, do you have such an attitude when talking to elders?!"

She has already had an opinion!

How could she be so disrespectful to an elder like her? How could such an unruly person be worthy of His Majesty's use? !

"In this world, there are many elders, but few who are worthy of respect," Shen Chuan said as he leaned down and tapped the back of the old lady's hand with his well-joined fingers. The old lady let go in pain, and he took advantage of the situation. Jiang Fuyue pulled her behind her, "Old Madam, please don't rely on your age to think that all the young people in this world have to give way to you."

The old lady was so taken by his aura that she didn't dare to say another word.

Shen Chuan naturally held Jiang Fuyue's hand, turned around and left with her.

Everyone in the field looked at the two figures, then looked at the frightened look on the old lady's face, and shook their heads.

It had been a day or two since the old lady had been unaware of her seriousness. However, in the past, everyone felt that there was no need to quarrel with her. At most, they would stop interacting with her. No one had ever spoken out against her like Shen Chuan.

But it's strange to say, when did Master Shen become so sympathetic to her?

Walking out of the front hall, Jiang Fuyue could hardly suppress the smile at the corners of her eyes and brows.

This was the first time she saw the old lady looking deflated.

Shen Chuan lowered his head and turned her hand over and over to check: "Does the girl's hand hurt?"

Jiang Fuyue shook her head and withdrew her hand from Shen Chuan's palm: "My lord, you arrived in time. It doesn't hurt."

Hearing this, Shen Chuan sighed quietly and said with some regret, "Girl, you should say it hurts, so you can blackmail them."

Looking at the array of visitors today, we know that the Hou Mansion can make a lot of money today.

Jiang Fuyue couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, there was a faint sound of gongs and drums outside.

The team that picked up the bride should have returned.

Jiang Fuyue and Shen Chuan looked at each other and walked towards the door together.

The bright red wedding team slowly approached the Hou Mansion.

More and more people gathered at the door.

Everyone here was the master, so Jingzhe and Gu Yu had no choice but to step aside.

Shen Chuan took half a step back and raised his hand to make a virtual circle behind Jiang Fuyue to avoid crowding.

At the front of the team was Anyuan Hou, who was wearing a wedding robe and riding a tall horse.

Marquis Anyuan is tall, and after a period of recovery, he finally looks like a normal person. Sitting on the horse, he looks quite powerful from a distance.

But there wasn't much joy on his face. Instead, he looked like he had just finished a quarrel, and there was darkness between his brows and eyes.

As blessed as his soul, Marquis Anyuan recognized Jiang Fuyue from the crowd at a glance.

He also saw Shen Chuan's protective posture behind him.

His face turned even darker for a moment.

At this time, he had arrived in front of the Hou Mansion. He should have dismounted to pick up the bride, but he had no intention of dismounting and looked straight at Jiang Fuyue.

Jiang Fuyue's eyes had already swept over him and landed on the sedan chair behind.

Another extremely oppressive gaze fell on him.

Anyuan Hou subconsciously looked at him and suddenly fell into a biting abyss.

He shuddered and subconsciously looked away.

The bridal sedan is usually prepared by the man. The more and more gorgeous the decorations on the bridal sedan, the more the man values ​​the woman.

But the sedan chair in front of me was only bright red with four red lanterns hanging at the four corners. Other than that, there were no other decorations.

"This Anyuan Marquis Mansion is good at nothing else but shame." Jiang Fuyue couldn't help but sigh. Whether the sedan chair is gorgeous or not, to a certain extent, also reflects whether the man’s family is wealthy, but it’s a pity that the old lady doesn’t understand.

She only wanted to slap the Jiang family in the face, but she didn't know that this was also a slap in her own face.

Like today, the word poverty is almost written directly on my face.

But the old lady probably thought that she had given the Jiang family a blow, and was feeling complacent.

Shen Chuan chuckled: "Fortunately, the girl is out of the sea of ​​suffering."

"Then I have to thank you, sir." Jiang Fuyue looked at him with a smile.

In that compartment, Marquis Anyuan had already dismounted from his horse, and then Jiang Fuyao, who had just stepped out of the sedan chair, led her across the brazier and entered the Marquis' mansion together.

The onlookers tacitly made way for each other, and invariably looked behind the two of them.

They were all waiting to see Jiang Fuyao's dowry.

Under everyone's expectant eyes, the young man from the Jiang family carried seven or eight boxes through the door with an embarrassed look on his face.

At this time, even the onlookers were stunned.

The man does not decorate the sedan chair.

The woman does not prepare a dowry.

What kind of marriage is this?

Marriage or enmity?

I remember when Jiang Fuyue got married, even though the sedan she was riding in was not fancy, the dowry was a real thing. It took a full two-quarters of an hour to get in!

Many people present were thinking about it, and their eyes fell on Jiang Fuyue.

Seeing this, Shen Chuan slightly leaned down and said something in Jiang Fuyue's ear, and the two of them turned around and entered the Hou Mansion together.

Everyone looked at the backs of the two with complicated expressions.

They had never seen Shen Chuan be so gentle to anyone.

Even when facing the princess, Shen Chuan always looked neither salty nor cool.

This thought is simply too obvious.

There was no fool present, and he suddenly began to think.

In the main hall, the old lady was already sitting at the front seat. Although there was no hint of joy on her face, she did not leave.

After watching the newlyweds finish their obeisances to heaven and earth, friends who were familiar with Marquis Anyuan coaxed the two into the bridal chamber.

There was also a banquet outside.

In such serious banquets, men and women always sit together, but Jiang Fuyue had friends of her own, and the table was full. Even if Shen Chuan wanted to sit down, there was no place for him, so he had to turn around and pick a table not far from her. The seat was taken.

"Look, you have really changed since you got married! Look, your complexion is much better than when you were in the Marquis Mansion!"

"Yes! Is this woman Heli some kind of panacea?" The man's tone was somewhat envious.

"What, you still want to try it?" Another woman joked.

Everyone burst into laughter.

In that compartment, many people gathered around Shen Chuan, and soon a table was filled.

Shen Chuan responded casually, but his eyes kept glancing at Jiang Fuyue from time to time. Seeing her smiling happily, he felt relieved.

The people sitting with him were all human beings, how could they not see what he was thinking.

Everyone exchanged knowing glances with each other and began to exchange cups and cups again.

(End of this chapter)