The sedan chair landed at the side door of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Unlike the bustle of the Yongcheng Marquis Mansion, there were no red flowers anywhere in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and it was lifeless.
"The bride, please get off the sedan."
The matchmaker's voice came from outside, and there was no hint of joy.
When Lian Yan heard this, he immediately smoothed the wrinkles of his clothes and sat up straight.
Zhutao bit her lower lip and pretended to be dissatisfied, "Our lady is the second young lady of the Yongcheng Marquis, why did you enter through the side door? Besides, this place... doesn't even have a brazier!"
The matchmaker sneered coldly, with disdain on her face, "Second Young Madam? You are actually putting gold on your face!"
"What do you mean by this?" Zhutao stood in front of the sedan chair and raised his eyebrows, "Are our young ladies being humiliated like this by the Prime Minister's Mansion before we have even passed the door?"
The matchmaker rolled her eyes, straightened the golden hairpin on her head, and stopped answering.
A trace of anger flashed in Lian Yan's eyes, and he clenched the apple in his hand. If he hadn't kept his sense, the fruit would have been split into two.
It was a blessing that he came today. If Wanzhou had come alone and suffered such injustice, he would have lost the golden beans.
Lian Yan cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Alright Zhutao, don't get entangled with her. I'll just go down."
Zhutao hummed to the matchmaker, walked to the sedan, and carefully helped out Lian Yan, who was wearing a red hijab.
The matchmaker looked better when she saw that the bride was obedient, "This is the first time I have seen a young lady who is more sensible than a maid!"
"you!"
Zhutao was furious and was about to argue, but Lian Yan hit her with his elbow to signal her to calm down.
Zhutao pursed her lips and took back the words that came to her lips.
"Okay, the time has come." The matchmaker glanced at Lian Yan and said in a strange tone, "Come in quickly!"
Lian Yan gritted his teeth, held back his temper, raised his feet and crossed the threshold. Then he lightly moved his arms and heard a clang from behind him, and the side door was locked.
"You...what are you doing! Why don't you let me in? I am the lady's serious maid!"
Zhutao's scream came from outside the door. Lian Yan raised his eyebrows and stood still.
"Why don't you give me a dowry?" The matchmaker snorted and raised her voice, "How can you talk about such a thing with me?"
Lian Yan sneered in his heart, he was shutting Zhu Tao out and had to deal with himself alone.
The next moment, his shoulders sank, and a man's rough voice came to his ears, "Hurry up and move forward!"
Lian Yan screamed at the top of his lungs, "How reckless! What are you going to do?"
The man pressed Lian Yan's shoulders and pushed him forward, still unable to stop cursing in his heart.
Are all the ladies out there...all so tall?
Lian Yan half-pushed and half-stepped, shouting for help while keeping pace.
But he was obedient, turning when he was told to turn, and lifting his feet when told to do so.
Through the red hijab, Lian Yan could clearly feel that he had entered a small room, like a woodshed. The surroundings were gloomy and there was no light.
Lian Yan pretended to be nervous, "Where is this?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" The man grabbed him, pulled out the wool rope on the side, and was about to put it on him, "I'm warning you, be honest and don't think of any crooked ideas, or I'll beat you to death!"
"Yeah?"
Lian Yan chuckled twice and stopped talking in his voice. The young man's laughter was hearty, but with a chilling chill.
"You..." the man paused and said with a surprised look on his face, "Why did your voice change?"
Lian Yan turned around and the red hijab fell down, and the man opposite him saw his appearance clearly.
What kind of charming lady is this? She is clearly a young man!
"Come……"
Just as the man was about to call someone, a big steamed bun was stuffed into his mouth, which was still warm.
"I'll show you today," Lian Yan twisted his wrist, his smile gradually becoming fiercer, "Who can beat whom to death."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lian Yan flew into the air, kicked the man in front of him out with a kick to the chest, and heard a loud bang. The man hit the window, breaking a big hole.
There was a lot of movement in the woodshed, which instantly attracted the attention of others.
Two young men rushed over and saw a young man standing with his hands behind his back in the room. They were surprised. When he looked again, he saw that the young man was not wearing a long gown, but a bright red wedding dress.
Extraordinarily different and very perverted.
Now that things have come to this, what else is there that you don’t understand?
The Prime Minister was obviously deceived by Yongcheng Marquis!
The two boys looked at each other and punched Lian Yan in unison.
Lian Yan twisted his neck, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, "Compared with the young master, you don't overestimate your abilities."
Lian Yan punched quickly, with a palm wind, fast and hard, and hit the boy on the left with one punch. The boy even heard the sound of his nose bone breaking.
Without waiting for the two of them to react, Lian Yan leaned on the table next to him with one hand, jumped into the air again, and kicked to the right, hitting his heart.
The boy on the right was kicked to the door, wailing repeatedly.
Seeing that something was not going well, the companion not far away stumbled out of the woodshed and ran away.
Lian Yan picked up the apple that had been placed on the table, wiped it with his hands, opened his mouth, took a bite, and ate it with a click.
The room became quiet, and Lian Yan looked around. Suddenly, his attention was attracted by the long black coffin behind the table.
lobby
Prime Minister Liu held the Buddhist beads in his hands, with a slight drop of sweat on his forehead, and kept chanting Amitabha.
The Prime Minister's wife, Mrs. Cen, also turned pale. She sat aside, clasped her hands together, and murmured in a low voice, "Don't make any mistakes... Don't make any mistakes..."
The beaten boy covered his nose and staggered into the house, shouting loudly, "Something's happened, sir! Something big has happened!"
Prime Minister Liu's expression changed drastically, he stood up suddenly and cursed, "What kind of blasphemous bastard dares to curse me on this day!"
The boy's face was covered with blood, and he cried with tears, "Master, please go to the woodshed and have a look. We have been tricked by the Yongcheng Marquis!"
Mr. Cen also stood up. There was no trace of blood on his face. He looked ten years older. "What do you mean?"
Prime Minister Liu's face was livid and he yelled loudly, "Why don't you recruit me truthfully!"
The boy trembled and said in a trembling voice, "The person who came is not the eldest lady of the Yongcheng Marquis at all, but a man. This man is so skilled that the servants can't do anything to him!"
Mrs. Cen swayed, tugged on Prime Minister Liu's sleeves, and shouted sharply, "Master, Qiu'er is still in the woodshed!"
Prime Minister Liu also changed his expression, cursed a piece of trash, and then shouted, "Notify everyone in the house to come to the woodshed with me!"
"yes!"
By the time Prime Minister Liu arrived with his servants, Lian Yan had already finished eating the apple. He looked at the core in his hand and flicked it casually, hitting Prime Minister Liu on the forehead.
As soon as Prime Minister Liu entered the door, he received a fruit core for nothing. Just as he was concentrating, he saw Lian Yan sitting carelessly on the black wooden coffin, looking at him and smiling.
Prime Minister Liu couldn't breathe and almost fainted.
Lian Yan bent his long legs and smiled brightly, "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister, is much slower than I thought."
