C1088 Fifth Marriage
C1088 Fifth Marriage
Forget about being like little sister Yue, even the Patriarchs of the Wealthy Classes did not dare to treat them with contempt.
And the appearance of their wives would definitely change the entire scene of the East Hall wanting to watch the West Hall as a joke.
This was a huge event. Even though Zong Gaang already knew that the First Miss was about to appear, he still used the fastest speed to appear in front of Yue Zitong through a special passageway covered with a hand-made wool red carpet.
Yue Zitong and Helan Xiaoxin, who wore a black butterfly mask, were accompanied by several bridesmaids. They did not ride on the elevator, but walked up the stairs.
The left and right side were only two floors apart, so it wasn't a big deal.
When Zong Gaang suddenly appeared in front of them while panting heavily, they had just reached the corner of the seventh floor.
Seeing Zong Gaang, who was always calm, sweating profusely, Yue Zitong immediately realized something was wrong and immediately stopped.
"Eldest Miss."
Zong Gaang waved to the bridesmaids, indicating that they should leave for now, then whispered something to them.
It had to be said that the environment could indeed change. Yue Zitong, who had been easily angered by Little Nephew, narrowed her eyes a little when she heard that the four most important people in Old Dragon Teng's group had all come to support Hua Yeshen.
When Yue Zitong had initially decided to listen to her uncle's "brilliant plan", to fight for the Yue Clan's benefit, and to squeeze out the last of Lee Nanfang's value from him, Yue Zitong had definitely guessed that it would arouse Jinghong Ming's dissatisfaction.
After all, Jinghong Ming treated Lee Nanfang like a nephew, even calling it his own son wouldn't be too excessive.
But so what?
Could the attitude of a Chief of the Supreme Security Office compare to the best interests of the Yue Clan?
In other words, even if he offended Jinghong Ming because of this, so what?!
Only after weighing the pros and cons of doing so did Yue Zitong personally lead a unsuccessful wedding ceremony.
The result — well, let's not talk about the result.
Patriarch Yue had a fever every night now, and the fact that she would be sick after being beaten by a ghost for three minutes with her long legs was the best explanation.
However, what she had never expected was that the bitter wine she brewed after trampling over love was not only that.
Unexpectedly, the legendary King of the Gray World, the four great fighting experts of the world, were forcefully pushed to the opposite side of the enemy!
This was not the result Yue Zitong wanted.
A Chief of the Supreme Security Office was not scary. Guain and Jinghong Ming were official servants, and after becoming enemies with her, they would only use the methods that everyone was familiar with.
But the other three?
Especially Hu Mietang and Qin Yuguan, who were also very evil.
Yue Zitong was afraid that when she entered the bridal chamber with Sister Xin at night, two grinning uncles would suddenly sneak into the room through the window.
"Don't be afraid."
Just as Yue Zitong thought of this for no reason, a hand wrapped around her waist.
Helan Xiaoxin's unique voice rang beside his ears, "They gathered at Hua Yeshen's wedding because they are not satisfied with the way you treated Nanfang. However, my appearance will let them know that you have never betrayed Nanfang. "What you have done is only something that you must do after assuming the position of the master."
Yue Zitong's eyes lit up abruptly. "Yes." I've never, ever betrayed him. "
She had wanted to say, both mentally and physically.
However, when she thought of that damned thing that appeared on the night of their wedding, Yue Zitong's confidence was sapped.
He wanted to vomit again.
Fortunately, Helan Xiaoxin already knew that she had the habit of "vomiting" every now and then, so she handed over a piece of dried plum blossom in time.
Pickled plums were the best way to suppress retching. Yue Zitong ate at least a dozen of them every day.
If anyone else were to see this, they would definitely think that she was pregnant with a baby.
"Let's go."
Yue Zitong felt much better after eating the dried plum. She took a deep breath and called out to the bridesmaids at the corner of the room.
When Zong Gaang reported this to Yue Zitong, the atmosphere in the east hall of the sixth floor was much more depressing than when Hu Mietang and the others didn't appear.
As long as there was a colleague, there would be comparisons.
As long as there was a comparison, there would be competition.
If there was competition, ridicule or even hostility would appear.
These principles, if applied to two grand weddings, were also very appropriate.
Before and after the various guests had entered the hall, the atmosphere in the east hall had clearly pressured the west hall.
Who asked the top people in the East Hall to help out, and there were only two or three kittens in the West Hall?
But when the current four great fighting experts, and Dali's sole heir, Duan Chuhuang, walked out of the elevator together, the atmosphere at the scene clearly changed.
No matter how beautiful those attractive Beautiful Woman's were, they were still the wives of others. One could only look and not touch them. No matter how prestigious their status was, you could secretly distort them.
However, no one dared to have such thoughts after Hu Mietang and the rest came out together.
Other than Jinghong Ming, the other three officials did not place too much importance on the Wealthy Class.
These were the professionals who had broken the law.
Don't let them think you deserve to die.
Because once that happened, regardless of what position you were in or where you had escaped to, they could leap out of the shadows at any time and give you a fatal blow.
Of course, you can look down on them.
However, you are absolutely no match for them in terms of killing people.
It was precisely because of this that when Duan Chuhuang, who was known as Madman, was with them, he had to temporarily retract his arrogance and put on the attitude of an absolute junior, raising his hand to invite them out of the elevator.
Four people.
Four men wearing the same navy blue middle collar immediately became the center of attention for the thousands of people in the living room when they casually walked out of the elevator.
It was just like how they, who wore the same uniform, were the four great scholars of Jiangnan in that random movie.
But anyone who had heard of their legend knew that they would only wear the same uniform on the most important occasions.
He couldn't help it. As long as someone had the experience of joining an army, this scene would appear in their mind.
Several decades ago, the Chinese authorities had just set up the Longteng December, using the Ten Millennia Coldsteel of the East Ocean, to create twelve unrivaled Residual Soul s, each bestowed a total of twelve people.
Twelve people, eleven men, one girl.
Regardless of male or female, they were all wearing the same color middle collar suit, lined up in a straight line, with a solemn expression. They carried the rank of general on their shoulders, and received the Residual Soul that they viewed as their lives.
At that time, they were still young and in high spirits!
At that time, their hearts were filled with passion and blood. On a battlefield unimaginable by the people, they had fought with their lives on the line, and they had never lost a single battle!
They were young.
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty years had passed. So far, there were only seven people who had dominated the world with both black and grey Longteng December.
As time went by, no matter how great a hero they were, they would gradually age along with the passage of time.
He only left behind an undefeated legend that was remembered by the hot-blooded descendants of the army.
Undefeatable.
Myth!
They had contributed to this country, once, now, and soon to something that no one could erase.
If necessary, they would abandon their wives, lead their sons, and sacrifice their heads and shed their blood for their great homeland.
Thus, no one dared, and no one had the qualifications to look down on them.
He could only … not know who it was, but he suddenly shouted hoarsely, "Salute!"
It was like a motor that had stopped suddenly being switched off.
In almost an instant, among the thousands of people present, those who were serving and had retired, regardless of age, gender, rank, or rank, all waved their hands in unison and saluted.
The atmosphere suddenly turned heavy.
It was too heavy to breathe.
His heartbeat seemed to have stopped as well.
The active duty in China and the retired soldiers not only saluted with Longteng December, but also gave the most formal, solemn, and dignified respect to their comrades who had already fallen into a long slumber, the blood they shed, and the spirit of China which they would never compromise with.
Yue Zitong, who had just walked to the entrance of the staircase, waved her hand and saluted.
She used to be a soldier.
Even if she was now a bride.
Even if the four men standing opposite her were the opposite of her.
The moment the hundreds of hands stopped in midair, the atmosphere grew heavy.
Three seconds?
Or three centuries?
No matter how long it took, at this moment, all of the Yan Huang descendants clearly remembered that they were all Chinese children, carrying the burden of protecting their mother from the trampling of the past, making her even more beautiful.
"Salutation--absolutely!"
It was still the hoarse shout that came out of Chairman Liang's mouth.
All his hands dropped at once.
The atmosphere at the scene was just like a spring breeze that had just blown through Yumen Pass. In an instant, it had turned green on both sides of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
A wave of vitality.
Wearing a red qipao, Yang Xiao, whose face was covered by ginger water, looked at the crowd that seemed to have come back to life and mumbled, "My ancestors, if you see this from the heavens, then tell me, what is the meaning of all that we are trying to do?
I can kill.
No matter if it was Longteng December who was reputed as undefeatable, or anyone present.
I can kill them all.
But, even if I can kill everyone in the hall, will I be able to fulfill your long-cherished wish?
There are too many, too many, too many of these people in the China I'm currently in.
Even if I can transform into a million human beings, if I want to kill all those who would rather die than live in China, I have to protect them.
Yang Xiao bit his lips and lowered his head.
After witnessing it with her own eyes, for the first time, she doubted her ancestor's long-cherished desire.
"Could it be, the blueprint of the Divine State drawn by our ancestors is what millions and millions of people yearned for?
If that was really the case, then why would almost everyone present suddenly burst out with a murderous aura that made me tremble in fear when the military salute was being held?
"Who can tell me what I should do?"
Just when Yang Xiao was at a loss, he suddenly heard a soft exclaim: "Sis! "You, why are you here?"
Subconsciously, Yang Xiao raised his head and saw a couple that didn't match in appearance.
Let's call them husband and wife for the time being.
If she wasn't a husband and wife, that dignified looking woman definitely wouldn't let a bad old man take her arm.
"Elder sister?" Yue Zitong called her elder sister? "Could it be that she is …"
Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment and suddenly remembered who this woman was.
The couple that did not match in appearance was Yue Zitong's elder sister and her husband.
It was also the two people who raised Lee Nanfang.
Zitong's mother, who was still dressed as usual, looked at her younger cousin and sighed softly. She then said with a smile, "Zitong, you look really pretty today."
"Big, big sister."
Patriarch Yue, who had never lost her composure at a princess' party since the Spring Festival, was completely at a loss. She could only bite her lip forcefully as her eyes flickered.