The two parties were facing each other, neither side giving in.
The head lady of the Yan Mansion, dressed in mourning clothes, her eyes red from crying, shouted hoarsely until she was hoarse: "Get out of here quickly, my son's funeral is not your turn to make irresponsible remarks. Your Leng Mansion wants to marry your daughter, why not?"
Are you not allowed to have a funeral for my son? If you feel taboo, you can postpone the wedding and let my son have a funeral first!"
Xiao Li looked at Mrs. Yan with a face full of displeasure: "Since ancient times, when red and white collide, it is always the red first. What's more, before your son has passed the age of seven, the whole city will be wailing, hanging white cloth and scattering yellow paper, and even
You also specifically chose to hold the funeral at noon tomorrow, and you chose the auspicious time for the wedding in the Leng Mansion, and you happened to do it on purpose, what are your intentions?"
"What? Is it possible that there is an express provision in the Martial God Palace and the Jiuzhou Shrine that prohibits funerals when someone gets married? Haven't you ever heard that the deceased is honored?"
Mrs. Yan raised her voice and said, "Besides, I think that having a funeral and getting married is the same thing."
Tu Weiwei pulled out the bleeding knife, walked towards Mrs. Yan, and shouted coldly: "Could it be that when your wife got married, it was like going to a funeral, and this Yan's mansion doesn't look like a tomb to me?"
Mrs. Yan immediately raised her face and pointed to her exposed neck: "Are you going to chop someone if you can't reason with me? Come on, chop here. You can chop them off to see." Um.
Tu Weiwei's eyes turned red and she immediately took out the knife, but was stopped by Leng Qingshuang.
"In the northern city, don't use the knife." Leng Qingshuang said.
"What about your marriage...?" Ye Ying suppressed her anger.
Leng Qingshuang smiled and shook her head: "Let's postpone it. Anyway, as a disciple of the academy, the most important thing now is the academy competition."
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Empress Dowager Rong walked over with a cane, "If it is postponed normally, that's fine, but if the joy and mourning conflict and the happy event is postponed, it will not end well."
"Boy, take good care of your unmarried wife."
Queen Mother Rong glanced at Yan Nanji, then walked to Mrs. Yan: "Mrs. Yan, I am the Queen Mother Rong of the Baizhou royal family in Qingyu. Can you show me some kindness?"
Mrs. Yan took a preemptive strike: "Could it be that the Queen Mother of the Baizhou royal family can prevent people from having a funeral? Do you still have such a rule in the Qing Dynasty?"
Queen Mother Rong was angry in her heart, but her face was expressionless.
The Yan Mansion is the head of the aristocratic family in the Northern Territory, and it is highly regarded by the King of the Northern Territory, so there is no need to value her thin reputation as a member of the Baizhou royal family!
Furthermore, Mrs. Yan was a troublemaker and wanted to hold funerals under pressure. Even as the Queen Mother, she could not force the Yan family not to hold funerals.
Empress Dowager Rong felt a headache when she saw Mrs. Yan smashing the jars and smashing them without etiquette. She felt like a scholar meets a soldier.
Mrs. Yan was able to gain a foothold in such a large family because of her ability to confuse right and wrong.
As for the head of the Yan family, he could not show his face in the study room of the mansion for a long time.
It would not be good for the head of his family to say this kind of thing in public.
So it was up to Mrs. Yan to fight one against a hundred.
A group of people from the Zhanzheng Academy couldn't tell Mrs. Yan, but the marriage was tomorrow and it had to be settled.
"Why are you still standing here? Do you still want to bury my son with him? Come on, come on!"
Mrs. Yan waved her hand, and hundreds of soldiers from the Yan family rushed out, flashing their sharp weapons.
Yan Nanji clenched her hands into fists and picked up the golden folding fan, her eyes full of solemnity.
Leng Qingshuang grabbed his wrist, looked into his eyes, and shook her head: "If you do it, it will affect the competition between the junior sisters and the others in the north, forget it."
"But our marriage..."
"As long as you are by my side, what else does it matter?"
Leng Qingshuang smiled faintly, took away Yan Nanji's golden fan, inserted her jade fingers into Yan Nanji's fingers, and interlocked them.
Queen Mother Rong looked at Leng Qingshuang with joy and found that the more she looked at her grandson-in-law, the more she liked her.
It's just that the Yan family's marriage cannot be given up casually.
Queen Mother Rong looked at Mrs. Yan who was giving orders and was thinking about countermeasures.
Suddenly, a sonorous voice sounded in the long street behind the crowd: "Who said it's not important anymore?"
Leng Qingshuang and Queen Mother Rong both looked back and saw the bright and flamboyant girl walking through the crowded crowd with a big knife on her shoulder.
Queen Mother Rong's eyes lit up when she saw Chu Yue.
"Little junior sister!"
Leng Qingshuang said: "It's okay now, let's go back to the inn first."
"What's okay?"
Chu Yue looked into her eyes, held the knife in one hand, raised the other hand to hook the broken hair on Leng Qingshuang's temples behind her ears, smiled and said softly: "Nothing is more important than senior sister's marriage."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the little fox and Yan Nanji in her pocket, both looking at her.
The eyes of the two of them were quite sad.
It’s these two senior sisters who should worship heaven and earth in their relationship, right?