NOVEL NEXT Chapter 33 Ning Guogong really knows how to care for people
Just like her, Zhao Yuan felt that he could hit three with one punch.
but……
Peace and separation?
The corners of Ning Guogong's tight lips twitched.
Sure enough, his previous idea was right. He would rather marry a new widow than find a young lady when he is old, because when you are young, you have the energy to accompany your partner, but when you are older...
She made a fuss about asking him to marry her, but as soon as she got on the sedan chair, she said something about divorce. Zhao Yuan only felt a throbbing pain in his forehead.
This wasn't the end yet. Along the way from Jiang's Mansion to Guogong's Mansion, Zhao Yuan felt like his head was going to explode.
Sitting in the sedan chair, Jiang Fu never saw Honest for a moment. She only listened to her for a while: "Oh, it sounds so lively outside, can you take a look?" 】
[Take a look, just take a look, take a sneak peek. 】
Zhao Yuan: How can a bride lift her hijab by herself?
Is she, Jiang Fu, so courageous?
Facts have proved that Jiang Fu is only so courageous.
Because Zhao Yuan soon heard "Wow, there are really so many people, much more than the extras in the TV series." 】
【This building is also very prosperous! 】
Zhao Yuan listened to her mutterings, saying words and things that he didn't know and had never heard of before, his face expressionless and his brows furrowed.
The people who came to see the excitement on the roadside, as well as the princes who came to pick up the bride, couldn't help but wonder at this time, maybe their Ning Guogong was really as good as Long Yang, otherwise... who would be a good person on the day of the wedding? Are you making a big face?
Although... although this marriage is not perfect, Jiang Fu is still a young girl in her prime, and the girl is very beautiful!
Anyone who is not a good person like Long Yang will not show a big face at this time, right?
and so……
Ahem, everyone who eats melons looks a little bad.
But Zhao Yuan was only focused on listening to Jiang Fu's thoughts, and completely ignored the eyes of the people on the roadside, as well as the friends beside him who accompanied him to pick up the bride.
Jiang Fu was still complaining in her heart, "The Duke's Mansion is quite far away from Jiang's Mansion. It seems that it will be quite inconvenient to return to her parents' home in the future." 】
Thinking in her mind, she sat in the sedan chair holding her chin with one hand [It is also time travel. People who travel through time are either princesses or richest women. The princess is worth more than ten thousand people, and the richest woman is even better. There is endless money to spend. With the money, you can also recruit a son-in-law, so you don’t have to go to someone else’s house! 】
[Have mercy on me, what are you wearing? 】
Thinking like this, Jiang Fu started to call the system, [Zongzi, it was you who harmed my life. If you hadn't harmed me, I would still be an urban beauty flying around now. How could I have to suffer this old man's fault? ! 】
[It’s really boring here, no mobile phones, no TV, no Internet, no computers, no milk tea...]
Jiang Fu's mood dropped unconsciously, nothing, nothing, nothing.
After listening to her voice, Zhao Yuan could conclude that the current Jiang Fu was not from their land at all, she must be a foreign soul, and she did not come here willingly.
It seemed like he was being controlled by something and had to come.
And it seems that including marrying him, it doesn't come from the heart, it seems... it is necessary to marry.
Moreover, before she said what kind of heroine Wan Jun was and what the plot of the book was, Zhao Yuan thought about it and wanted to summarize it in a storybook.
He didn't like to see these things, but Zhao Wanjun liked to see these things, so he paid attention to these things.
He has basically checked everything that Zhao Wanjun comes into contact with. If it is inappropriate or will infringe Zhao Wanjun, he will clean it up.
So Zhao Wanjun likes to tell stories, and naturally he, as a father, understands it.
Regardless of whether they were black-faced or white-faced, with the suona playing, the wedding team returned to the Duke's Mansion in an orderly manner.
In the Duke's mansion, Mrs. Chen was sitting in the high hall happily.
Sitting next to her was Prince Lu Mingchen.
Lu Mingchen was dressed in purple clothes, looking very noble.
Zhao Wanjun was sitting next to Lu Mingchen, with a smile on her face. It was a happy smile, and she was happy from the bottom of her heart.
Although her biological father died to save Zhao Yuan, Zhao Yuan has indeed treated her as if he were his own son over the years, perhaps even better than his own.
Because the most important thing Zhao Yuan said to her was, "Go back to your yard."
Apart from this, there is nothing more powerful to say.
Whenever there are any good things in the house, they are only for her first.
What if it's his biological father instead?
What's more, Zhao Yuan was afraid that she would be wronged, so he had not married a wife in these years...
She has always felt ashamed of Zhao Yuan.
Her own father had sacrificed his life, but Zhao Yuan didn't have to sacrifice his own life to compensate.
If it takes a lifetime to compensate, then it would be better for him to die then, so as not to endure the suffering of the years in this world.
So Zhao Yuan got married today, and Zhao Wanjun was really happy.
The huge hall of the Duke's Mansion was packed with people, either standing or sitting, including relatives of the Duke's Mansion, family friends, and Zhao Yuan's colleagues and subordinates.
Those who couldn't fit into the living room were seated in the side hall.
In short, the Duke's Mansion was full of guests.
As the commotion came from the door of the house, Mrs. Chen knew as she sat there that she was welcoming her new daughter-in-law back.
Realizing this, Mrs. Chen quickly straightened her back and sat even more energetic.
Today was her son's big day, and she had to be at her best.
The rickety sedan finally came to a stop. Jiang Fu, who was about to be rocked to sleep, woke up and complained in her heart: "Finally we're here, if not, I'm going to fall asleep." 】
Zhao Yuan "..."
The sedan landed with a thud, and soon someone stood in front of the sedan.
"Dong dong dong," the sedan door rang softly three times, and then a piece of red silk was handed in.
Jiang Fu pulled out the red silk, and she could still hear the joking voice in her ears, "Our Ning Guogong really knows how to care for people."
"No, look at the sound of the sedan being kicked, it's not as loud as the sound of the sedan falling to the ground."
"That's right, how did you know that our Duke is such a gentle person?"
Originally, everyone was still worried about Zhao Yuan's black face, but these three kicks...
It is a rule to kick the door of the sedan chair. When the bride arrives at the groom's house, the man will knock on the door with his feet before welcoming the bride to get off the sedan. This use of feet can well reflect the superiority of men and the inferiority of women.
Not to mention some bad ones who will kick the door maliciously, which means that the man does not like the woman, and also deliberately gives the woman power.
Of course, most of them are just three symbolic clicks with the feet, and they will not deliberately lose face to the woman.
After all, people are married to be the wife of the wife, and the wife of the wife has no face. While they look down on your wife, do they also like you as a man?
Many people understand this truth, so they just kick it three times symbolically.
There are also people like Zhao Yuan who kick very lightly, which means they value the woman and like her.
Zhao Yuan: Actually, he doesn’t want to be so gentle and petty. It’s because of the age gap between him and Jiang Fu!
His daughter was the same age as Jiang Fu. When he thought of Jiang Fu, he would unconsciously think of Zhao Wanjun and his daughter. Even if Zhao Yuan was reluctant, he would move gently. After all, he had never told his daughter He was afraid of scaring his daughter with such harsh words.