The scholar meets the soldiers

Outside the station, Chu Yue quickly walked forward.

at the same time.

North border city, Yan Mansion.

The two sides confront each other, and they did not give in.

The head wife of the Yan Mansion was wearing mourning clothes, her eyes were red with tears, and she shouted hoarsely: "Get out quickly, my son's funeral, it's not your turn to say anything, your Leng Mansion wants to marry a daughter, and

Are my son’s funeral not allowed? If you think it’s taboo, you can postpone the wedding date and let my son have funeral first!”

Xiao Li looked at Mrs. Yan with displeasure: "Since ancient times, red and white collisions have been carried out by Hong in advance. What's more, your son has not yet passed the first seven years, and he will whine and hang white cloth and sprinkle yellow paper in the city.

I also specially chose to hold a funeral at noon tomorrow, but I wanted to choose the auspicious time for the Leng Mansion’s wedding. I deliberately encountered it, what did you think?"

"What? Is there a clear provision for the Temple of Martial God and the Temple of Jiuzhou. Someone is married and someone is not allowed to have funerals? Have you never heard of the deceased being the most important one?"

Mrs. Yan said at the top of her voice: "And I think it's the same thing as this funeral and marriage."

Tu Weiwei pulled out the bloody knife and walked towards Mrs. Yan, shouting coldly: "Is it because the wife of the noble mansion married like a funeral that year? I saw that the Yan mansion didn't look like a tomb?"

Mrs. Yan immediately raised her face and pointed at her exposed neck: "If you don't make sense, will you chop someone up? Come on, chop here, you'll cut it." Uh

Tu Weiwei's eyes turned red and she immediately used a knife, but was stopped by Leng Qingshuang.

"Don't use the knife in the northern city." Leng Qingshuang said.

"Then your marriage..." Ye Ying endured his anger.

Leng Qingshuang smiled and shook her head: "Let's postpone it. Anyway, as a disciple of the college, the most important thing now is the college competition."

"no!"

Empress Dowager Rong came with a cane, "It would be fine if it was postponed normally, but if the joys were confronted and the joys were postponed, it would not be possible to have a good end."

"Boy, take good care of your uninformed wife."

Empress Dowager Rong glanced at Yan Nanji and walked to Mrs. Yan: "Madam Yan, Empress Dowager Rong, the royal family of Baizhou, Qing Dynasty, can you give me a favor?"

Mrs. Yan took the initiative: "Can the Queen Mother of Baizhou royal family be unable to have funerals? Is there such a rule for you to clear the territory?"

Empress Dowager Rong felt angry, but she had no expression on her face.

Yan's mansion is the leader of the aristocratic family in the northern border and is highly valued by the king of the northern border. He can't pay attention to the thin face of the Baizhou royal family!

Besides, Mrs. Yan is a nonsense and takes the funeral to suppress people. Even as the empress dowager, she cannot force the Yan family to not hold the funeral.

Empress Dowager Rong looked at Mrs. Yan who was rude and gave up and was rude, and she felt a little headache, and she felt like a scholar met a soldier.

Mrs. Yan was able to gain a foothold in such a large family because of this ability to reverse right and wrong.

As for the head of the Yan Mansion, he was unable to show up in the study room of the mansion for a long time.

This kind of thing is not good for the head of his family to say in public.

So Mrs. Yan fought against a hundred.

A group of people from the War Academy couldn't tell the truth about Mrs. Yan, but the marriage was about to come to an end tomorrow and it had to be negotiated again.

"What are you still standing here? Do you want to bury my son with me? Come on, come on!"

Mrs. Yan waved her hand, and hundreds of soldiers from the Yan family rushed out and lit up their sharp weapons.

Yan Nanji clenched her fists with both hands and picked up the golden folding fan, her eyes full of solemnity.

Leng Qingshuang grabbed his wrist, looked at his eyes, and shook her head: "If you take action, it will affect the competition between the junior sister and the others in the North, forget it."

"But our marriage..."

"As long as you are by my side, what's the point of everything else?"

Leng Qingshuang smiled slightly, took Yan Nanji's golden fan, embedded her jade fingers into the gaps of Yan Nanji's fingers, and intertwined them with her.

Empress Dowager Rong looked at Leng Qingshuang with relief and found that she liked her grandson and daughter-in-law the more she looked at her.

It’s just that the Yan family’s marriage cannot be given up casually.

Empress Dowager Rong looked at the domineering Mrs. Yan and was thinking about countermeasures.

Suddenly, a clanging voice rang out in the long street behind the crowd: "Who said it doesn't matter?"

Leng Qingshuang and Empress Dowager Rong looked back together and saw the girl shining and glamorous, carrying a big knife on her shoulders, passing through the crowded crowd step by step.

When Empress Dowager Rong saw Chu Yue, her eyes lit up.

"Little junior sister!"

Leng Qingshuang said, "It's okay, let's go back to the station first."

"What's OK?"

Chu Yue looked into her eyes, held a knife in one hand, raised the other hand and hooked the broken hair between Leng Qingshuang's temples behind her ears, smiled and said gently: "Nothing is wrong, it's more important than the marriage of her senior sister."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the little fox and Yan Nanji in his pocket looking at her in unison.

There was a lot of grief in the eyes of both of them.

The one who should worship the world in love is these two senior sisters, right?
Chapter completed!