Fang Kun still didn't bend down or bow, he just stood there calmly and smiled calmly.
"Master Fang, what do you mean?"
"Yes, why doesn't he worship?"
"Is it possible that he still feels something is wrong?"
"Or maybe he doesn't want to get married."
Everyone was talking about it, not knowing what it meant. Fang Biao was also completely confused and looked at Fang Kun anxiously. What the hell is this brat going to do?!
Now there are not only people in the palace, or those watching at the door, but also tens of thousands of people on the playground. If there is any trouble, then it will be fine.
"Young Master?" The courtesy officer reminded him softly at this time.
Fang Kun smiled again, then turned slightly, pulled the bride beside him, and faced everyone.
"I said, since we are worshiping heaven and earth, we should worship heaven upwards and worship earth downwards. Although people stand on earth, what about heaven?" Fang Kun said coldly.
"Master, this...isn't this heaven?" the official pointed at the sky anxiously and said depressedly.
He really didn't know what the young master was trying to do in front of thousands of people.
Fang Kun smiled coldly, with sinister eyes: "You and I can see the sky, but what about some people?"
"If you can't even see the sky, how can you be sincere?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ceremony officer was startled. Fang Kun turned sideways suddenly, and then suddenly put his hand on the bride's head, and then pulled hard.
The hijab was immediately pulled away, revealing a peerless and poignant face, with slight tears, and the exquisite makeup made this situation even more pitiful.
But pitifully, more people were extremely shocked.
The tradition that the bride must not take off her hijab before seeing anyone before the wedding night has been around for countless years. This is not only true for wealthy families, but also for ordinary people.
But...
"this……"
"this……"
Everyone on and off the stage looked at each other, not knowing why.
Everyone in the Fang family and Fang Biao were also stunned on the spot. They couldn't even say a word for a while. What on earth is this kid Fang Kun doing?!
Su Yan and Lu Zhu also held their breath. They were extremely shocked, but they didn't dare to say anything. Could it be that Fang Kun had already discovered that something was wrong with Su Yingxia at this time?!
Thinking of this, the two women stared at each other.
At this time, Han Sanqian only glanced at the changes, because he could barely see what happened from his line of sight, and the bride's face happened to be blocked by Fang Kun due to its position, so he couldn't see it at all.
To the face.
However, Han Sanqian had no interest in Fang Kun's crazy behavior.
What can't this mad dog do once he gets angry? However, Han Sanqian is very confused as to what does this have to do with the gift he gave him?!
"Only in this way can we see heaven and earth and worship heaven and earth!"
Fang Kun shouted coldly, and then directly slapped Su Yingxia on the back with one hand, forcing her to bend over, bending down with him, and suddenly bowed to the sky.
"One...one bow to heaven and earth." Although his behavior was strange, the ceremony officer also acted according to the opportunity and shouted quickly.
Then, he suddenly wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at his watch in embarrassment.
Fang Biao was also riding a tiger, and nodded to him dejectedly, indicating for him to continue.
Although there was bad moral conduct, it still made sense after all. The ceremony officer gritted his teeth and shouted: "Two bows to the high hall."
After finishing speaking, the couple turned around and faced Fang Biao on the high hall. Forced by Dong Ju and Fang Kun, they bowed to Fang Biao twice and the ceremony was complete.
At this time, Han Sanqian was still immersed in drinking tea.
"Third time, husband and wife, come and pay homage!"
Immediately afterwards, Su Yingxia, with Dong Ju's "support", slowly stood opposite Fang Biao. At almost this time, she looked around and saw Han Sanqian sitting not far away.
