The melon-skin hat and the red dragon robe, this outfit would have killed the nine tribes in any era.
I sighed in my heart that old man Jin was uneducated, and at the same time I was a little confused. Is this old man really a descendant of the royal family?
However, we do not touch upon it at all. In the history of China to this day, among the surnames that can be passed down, there is no ancestor who has not been richer.
Why do you still want to use the sword of the Qing Dynasty to kill my comrades of the new era?
Be bold!
Jin Xiaozi walked to the lobby and bowed to everyone around him: "Thank you all for coming to my wedding. I would like to thank you all here!"
I noticed that when Old Man Jin saw this scene, there were tears in the corners of his eyes.
He didn't notice.
But I saw it!
It was always just a dream, and I was still very moved after having it for a long time.
If it is a dream, there will be flaws. Dreams come from people, and flaws are also people.
All these are the thoughts of Old Man Jin. It is his wish to see his silly son grow up and get married like an ordinary person.
His mind was gone, and all his thoughts told him that this ghost was real.
I know that he yearns for beauty, but I don't have the time to let him show his long-term affection.
At this moment, I felt inexplicably guilty. The familiar situation made me feel like a bad person.
Old Man Jin looked at the hall: "Everyone, please take a seat. The old man is very pleased that everyone can attend Quanzi's wedding banquet, so let's officially begin!"
I supported Jiao Xuan and stood in the middle of the hall.
I don’t know how many brain cells have died, thinking about how to break the situation.
How can we make the ghostly master understand that he is just a despised bad old security guard, not some unparalleled prince.
The butler stood on the upper left: "The good time has arrived, and the newlyweds are ready to worship!"
"Wait a minute, our princess said it's not the right time yet, and there are still some etiquette violations!" I said this confusedly, and I didn't know what it meant.
However, I understand one thing. Old Man Jin feels that he is a prince, and he wants a grand wedding environment that can make him stand up straight.
And now I need to keep expanding his environment, as a person who is familiar with novels.
I want to keep adding gold to his environment until his cognition can no longer bear the ghosts.
I want to burst his cognition!
Old Man Jin was obviously taken aback: "Princess Princess?"
I pretended to be a eunuch and said, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten?"
"You are the prince, and the prince's Baylor is marrying. How can a small family be worthy of marrying him? Our princess is also the princess's heartthrob, so only this can make her worthy of Baylor!"
Old Man Jin smiled, the blood on his face was gradually fading, and he was slightly fairer than ordinary people: "Yes, it's the princess, but the princess's good time has come, it would be bad to delay the wedding, there are so many guests waiting!"
Jiao Xuan listened to his words and was confused for a moment. Everyone in Guixiao would subconsciously follow the consciousness of the master of Guixiao.
I pulled her up in time and pinched her waist with my little thumb and ring finger. Pain is the best way to wake people up.
Jiao Xuan woke up in time and looked at the illusory figures under the stage. He looked at me pitifully with fear on his face.
I took the call: "Your Majesty, you may not know my identity!"
The housekeeper received Old Man Jin's signal and stepped forward: "What is your identity?"
"Our princess never likes to go out, so our princess asked me to keep the rules for the princess, lest someone take the opportunity to bully our princess!"
The housekeeper was disdainful: "They are all from the palace. Who do you think dares to bully the little princess? This is the future Fujin!"
"No one can say for sure about this thing. The most important thing is that this is the emperor's intention!"
Old Man Jin was obviously in a panic. He touched his head, thinking but not much: "Your Majesty? Since it is the Emperor's will, then it's OK!"
"If you have any requests, just ask!"
Although Old Man Jin quickly concealed his panic, I, an outsider, still found out where the situation was broken.
The official robe of the underworld is on me, cutting off the connection with the underworld. I can't catch ghosts with my evil power, but I still use my own strength to protect my innocence.
"My lord, we don't have any requests. You see, you and my prince are close ministers of the emperor. This worship to heaven and earth is a ritual. Our prince has nothing to say."
I raised my head slightly, staring at Old Man Jin's reaction half-heartedly but not at all: "But the second time I pay my respects, my prince is not here. Do you think you can take his place?"
"My prince feels that the marriage between you and I is a marriage granted by the emperor. I wonder if we can change the two worships at the high hall to the second worship at the emperor. This will also show that you and I respect the emperor!"
Old Man Jin hesitated: "Second bow to the Emperor?"
I continued my offensive: "Yes! In our country, in our country, without the emperor, how would we be able to have ministers like us!"
People like Old Man Jin, who are still living in the dream of the previous dynasty, are different from ordinary people. They have respect for the aloof being on the dragon throne that others cannot imagine.
"Okay! It's just that the emperor is not here!"
No matter how powerful the ghost is, he can't condense an emperor.
Even the last emperor still had dragon energy in his body. It was not something that a fake aristocratic family with little cultivation could condense through an unformed Five Rampant Ghosts and Gods.
The guests in the lobby were shaking, and I saw a few unimportant male ghosts disappear.
The fabrics on some female ghosts are gradually becoming scarce.
I continue to come up with cool ideas. If you can't do anything, I will provoke you to do it: "But, we can write a memorial hall, just like the emperor is in front of the hall."
In ancient times, some people with great achievements would be enshrined by the people while they were alive. Because of their many Yin virtues, some of these people would directly become Yin officials after their death.
What's more, you can upgrade several levels in a row and become a local city god directly after death, continuing to protect the people.
The power of Old Man Jin's soul cannot give birth to the city god, but it can kill himself.
"Shengsi? Isn't this bad!"
The steward stepped forward in time: "Today is Baile's happy day. It is indeed unlucky to set up a shrine. Why don't we pay our respects first?"
The housekeeper is the ghost in Old Man Jin's consciousness, so naturally he is dominated by his inner wishes.
I couldn't do what he wanted: "It's not important to go against my prince's wishes, but it's disrespectful to the emperor. It doesn't sound good to say it!"
"My lord, you don't want to delay your marriage because you are disrespectful to the emperor!"
Old Man Jin entered the trap I drew step by step.
Everyone is in the game, only I have a God’s perspective.
"Indeed, the Emperor is something that every minister should keep in mind!" Old Man Jin clasped his fists and cupped his hands: "Butler, go and write a memorial arch for the ancestral hall, and pay tribute first!"
"Go to the church, go to the church, let's talk about the other things after we finish the worship!"
Old Man Jin's voice struggled, and it was no longer as strong as it was at the beginning. His smart son only said one sentence in this performance, and now it feels like his true colors are about to come out.
The housekeeper went into the inner hall to make a formality and came out holding a memorial tablet for students.
I opened my mouth and gave the last blow: "The name of the Emperor is not written by servants like us. Your Majesty, please write down the name of the Emperor with your own hands!"
Kong Yiji couldn't take off his gown after putting it on.
If you regard yourself as a prince, you can really only act within the prince's pattern, but Old Man Jin does not have the decisiveness of a prince.
He struggled to look around, but he didn't know how to write with the brush in his hand: "The name of the emperor?"
"The emperor's name..."
I took Jiao Xuan and walked in step by step: "Yes! Your Majesty, have you forgotten the name of the Emperor? Who is the Emperor?"
"My lord, don't you remember the emperor?"
Old Man Jin's eyes were dull, a vortex appeared above the lobby, and the shadows in the lobby turned into light spots and disappeared.
He was still muttering to himself: "What is the emperor's name? I am the prince! Why can't I remember who the emperor is?"
"Your Majesty? Who is your Majesty?"
When he wasn't paying attention, I sprayed a mouthful of blood from the tip of my tongue into the palm of my hand, and slapped him heavily on the shoulder: "Old man Jin, he died early in the morning!"
"There is no emperor!"
The dragon-patterned robe on Old Man Jin turned into light spots and disappeared.
I shouted loudly: "No wedding!"
"No! Your Majesty!"
"You're just a gatekeeper!"
"Bang!" The moon star appeared, I opened my eyes, and returned to the dilapidated courtyard.
