"Fan Yangyu, Fan Yangyu!" Fan's mother pulled Fan Shihao anxiously and called Father Fan's name into the main courtyard.
In the main courtyard, there are four or five tables, sitting around, and some relatives and friends standing scattered.
"Oh my, I am so quiet, my aunt, you are so yelling on this great day that no one else can hear you."
Father Fan trotted over and signaled Mother Fan to talk to her later.
But as soon as he saw Fan Shihao behind him, he couldn't calm down anymore: "Why are you still here? Why don't you go to pick up the bride soon?"
Fan Shihao looked at everything in front of him blankly,
Through the yin and yang eyes, I can clearly distinguish, this is not an illusion.
There must be something wrong somewhere.
Fan Shihao glanced at the guests at the table and looked at them one by one.
Hopefully we can get some clues from it.
One of the people in the crowd avoided Fan Shihao's gaze! He must know something.
Fan Shihao took advantage of Fan's mother not paying attention, broke away from her hand, and walked towards the guest seat.
"Shihao!" Fan's mother looked at Fan Shihao's figure in surprise and exclaimed.
Fan Shihao did not stop, still staring at the man.
The man had been avoiding his gaze ever since he looked at Fan Shihao. When he saw Fan Shihao walking towards him, he immediately stood up and tried to leave.
How could Fan Shihao let him leave? He quickened his pace.
"You kid! Go pick me up quickly!" Fan Yangyu saw that Fan Shihao seemed to be possessed by a demon. He caught up with Fan Shihao and grabbed his shoulder.
The moment before Fan Shihao was caught, he stepped out of nowhere and disappeared instantly.
Fan Yangyu grabbed the opportunity, looked at Fan Shihao who appeared among the guests in surprise, and became furious:
"Fan Shihao! If you don't go to pick up the bride, what do you want to do? Let me go!"
Fan Shihao grabbed the man's wrist and took out a letter from his arms: "Help me, Master Song."
Song Qingyue cut off her black hair for some unknown reason. Now she has a cool short hair, and her temperament has changed a lot compared to before.
But Fan Shihao still recognized her at a glance. It may take a lot of time to make others believe what you say. But with this letter, Song Qingyue will definitely believe in herself immediately.
"I am no longer the head of the family." Song Qingyue turned around, and Fan Shihao saw the corners of his eyes turn red.
"You traitor! Why don't you apologize quickly?" Fan Yang was sullen.
After Fan Shihao was stunned for a moment, he let go of Song Qingyue's hand in the eyes of everyone: "I'm sorry."
Fan Yangyu immediately smiled and apologized: "Old Song, Xiao Qingyue, Fan Shihao is naughty by nature. It was my fault in discipline, so please don't mind."
It was a great day to get married, but it turned out to be like this. Looking at such a scene, Fan's mother felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. Disappointment? I thought Fan Shihao had grown up...
"My uncle, who is fine, will take Mr. Hao to the palace as soon as possible. The former Mr. Hao is a fake!"
Song Qingyue stretched out her jade finger, gently took the envelope away from Fan Shihao's hand, smiled slightly, and squeezed the tears out of the corners of her eyes: "Quickly stop that impostor!"
Fan Shihao felt as if he was bathing in sweet rain and said firmly: "I will do it!"
Everyone present was shocked and surprised when they heard this and couldn't believe it.
In particular, Father Fan and Mother Fan had spent more than a year together with that person day and night, but they could not find anything suspicious about him.
"What's going on? Is that person a fake? So where have you been for more than a year?" Fan Yangyu looked at Fan Shihao and asked.
"It's too late. We will take down the person pretending to be me later. I will explain one by one." Fan Shihao said, "Dad, take me to the imperial city quickly."
"Yes! The top priority is to expose that person's disguise!" Fan Yangyu's whole body was filled with flames. Although he had tried his best to restrain his anger, when he thought of what kind of torture Fan Shihao might have endured in the year he disappeared, I couldn't bear it.
Fan Shihao was wrapped in Fan Yangyu's true energy. Fan Yangyu said to Song Zheming: "Old Song, you also come with me."
Song Zheming accepted the letter handed to him by Song Qingyue and immediately nodded in agreement: "I will obey the order of the master."
"Mr. Hao, don't forget what I asked you to bring to the third princess a year ago." Song Qingyue said when she saw that Fan Shihao was about to set off.
"Most definitely."
"I trust you."
Fan Yangyu took Fan Shihao and Song Zheming, transformed into a stream of light, and rushed towards the palace at an extremely fast speed.
"Who dares to control the sky in the imperial city? Stop it quickly!"
"Guo Cheng! Go back and tell me to catch me!" Fan Yang wrapped it in his true energy and sent it into Guo Cheng's ears.
Guo Cheng's body trembled and he gave up the idea of going up to stop him.
Seeing the light flashing past his eyes, Guo Cheng was puzzled. It's actually Fan Yangyu! Isn't today the day when his son gets married to the third princess? Who made him so angry?
Fan Yangyu took Fan Shihao and Song Zheming and flew all the way to the palace before stopping.
"Back off!" Fan Yangyu shouted and pushed back the guards.
When the guard saw that the person coming was Fan Yangyu, he obediently let him go.
Is there anything important Mr. Fan has come to the palace for?
Isn’t that man the Prince Consort? Didn’t he just go in? When did you go out again?
Hey, forget it, it's not what a person of my status should care about.
Fan Yangyu was so aggressive all the way that no one dared to stop him, and he soon arrived at the residence of the third princess.
The joyful atmosphere can be felt from a long distance away.
Fake Fan Shihao's wedding team stopped outside the hospital.
In the courtyard, in front of the house,
Emperor Xinxin stood there, waiting for Fan Shihao's arrival.
Next to him was the third princess Qin Nanshu, dressed in red and wearing a red hijab.
Fan Shihao was also wearing red makeup, with a smile on his face, walking on the nine-curved corridor bridge, approaching step by step.
"You traitor! Take your life!"
Fan Yangyu waved a golden palm print across the pond, filled with rage.
The palm prints became larger and larger, and the water in the pond was blown away by the huge palm technique, turning into mist and splashing around.
The fake Fan Shihao still smiled, calmly and without any movement.
"Fan Yangyu, why are you so crazy?"
Qin Nanshu, the third princess of the new emperor, formed a Qi wall in front of him to block the water mist. He ducked and came between the fake Fan Shihao and Fan Yangyu at an extremely fast speed, blocking the palm prints.
"You are flying in the sky wantonly in the imperial city. I thought today is a happy event for your family, so I didn't pursue it with you. What are you doing now? Do you want to kill Fan Shihao?" Emperor Xinxin was not angry and had authority in his tone. He looks like an absolute overlord.
"That's right! I just want to kill him!" Fan Yangyu showed no fear of Emperor Xinxin.
"Ha! If you leave now, I will assume that you are suffering from madness due to being too happy. Since you are in a state of illness, I will not pursue the matter!" Emperor Xinxin slowly closed his eyes, said.
"Your Majesty! Time is urgent. Please let me kill this fake person as soon as possible!" Fan Yangyu replied.
"Fake person?" Emperor Xinxin looked back after hearing this. Fan Shihao, who was behind him just now, had long since disappeared.
In front of Qin Nan's bookstore, Fan Shihao had already held Qin Nan's book hostage.
"Nan Shu!"
Emperor Xinxin glared at Fan Yangyu and felt a little speechless. Why didn't this man explain clearly as soon as he came? It must take a while.
Isn't this just a brain problem?
Fan Yang Yuquan pretended not to see the look in Emperor Xinxin's eyes that wanted to kill him, and flew to him without caring about himself.
Fan Shihao smiled strangely and was dressed in red, which made him even more weird: "It seems he has woken up. I didn't expect it to happen so quickly!"
"Who are you? What's the purpose of doing this?" Fan Yangyu's eyes were like knives, piercing into the fake Fan Shihao.
Fake Fan Shihao laughed and pulled off Qin Nanshu's red hijab. However, the person under it was not Qin Nanshu, but a face exactly like his.
"I can make everyone stay with you for a year without noticing. How could I not know what you have done? Your every move cannot escape my eyes!" Fake Fan Shihao looked at Fan jokingly Yangyu.
Fan Yangyu's expression immediately darkened. Emperor Xinxin behind him breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the person held hostage was not Qin Nanshu.
As early as the confrontation between Emperor Xinxin and Fan Yangyu,
What happened? Fan Yangyu, Uncle Fan wants to kill Fan Shihao? How can it be?
Qin Nanshu on the side was very puzzled as he listened to the conversation between Emperor Xinxin and Fan Yangyu.
She wanted to know what was happening now, but the hijab on her head blocked her view.
The red hijab cannot be opened by oneself, it can only be opened by the groom Fan Shihao.
But listening to the conversation, it seems that now is not the time to dwell on these things.
"Third Princess!"
Fan Shihao and Song Zheming did not act together with Fan Yangyu.
Instead, he took advantage of the mist in the sky to attract Fan Yangyu's attention. Under the protection of Song Zheming, Fan Shihao approached Qin Nanshu from the back.
Fan Shihao lifted his hijab, looked at Qin Nanshu face to face, and confirmed Qin Nanshu's identity.
Qin Nanshu looked at Fan Shihao who suddenly appeared and blushed: "What are you doing? You scared me."
He looked Fan Shihao up and down and said, "No wonder my uncle wants to beat you. You don't even wear Jifu."
"Third Princess, I will explain to you later. Now you have to leave with Uncle Song. It is too dangerous here." Fan Shihao whispered.
"You want me to go first? Uncle Song?"
Qin Nanshu was completely confused.
Before she could react, Fan Shihao hugged her and quietly entered the house.
"Third Princess, take off your clothes."
"Ah? Are you too impatient? Father and the others are still outside the house."
"Hurry! Time is running out."
"Then, okay..."
Qin Nanshu turned his back to Fan Shihao and took off his clothes with a flushed face. He immediately saw a dark figure rushing towards him.
"ah!"
Qin Nanshu exclaimed.
What's this? Qin Nanshu was holding Fan Shihao's clothes on her head. At this moment, her brain was almost at a standstill due to too much tension.
"Third Princess, please change quickly."
Is this some weird hobby?
Fan Shihao's voice came from behind, and Qin Nanshu did as he asked.
"Have you changed it?"
"It's changed."
Fan Shihao turned around after hearing the reply and looked at Qin Nanshu wearing his own clothes, feeling a little confused.
I'm obviously taller than her, so why do my clothes fit her so well? How strange.
Before he could think about it carefully, Fan Shihao took Qin Nanshu out of the house again.
"Where are we going?"
Outside the house, Song Zheming has been waiting here.
Fan Shihao brought Qin Nanshu to Song Zheming: "Uncle Song, please take the three princesses away first and wait for us outside the palace."
Song Zheming just wanted to wrap Qin Nanshu in his body.
All the Zhenqi that were close to Qin Nanshu were burned clean by the red flames.
Qin Nanshu calmed down and glanced at Emperor Xinxin and Fan Yangyu, then at Fan Shihao in red on the Nine-curved Corridor Bridge, and then at Fan Shihao in front of him wearing the wedding dress he had just taken off.
"I can leave by myself!" Qin Nanshu glared at Fan Shihao: "You'd better give me a convincing explanation later."
After that, he turned around and flew away.
"It's still the same as before!" Fan Shihao sighed: "Please, Uncle Song."
Song Zheming nodded and followed.
Cover yourself with hijab.
