Chapter 1192

When the Young Marshal of Nanyang city got married, warlords and powerful people from all over the country rushed over.

The whole Nanyang city was in a festive mood, decorated with lanterns and red carpets from the city gate to the Young Marshal's house, which was extremely luxurious.

The Young Marshal went to meet the bride outside the city, wearing red wedding clothes and riding a tall horse to meet the bride.

The wedding ceremony adopted ancient etiquette. The bride was received from outside the city to the Marshal's house in a sedan chair.

Yan Qichuan got off his horse, went to the sedan chair, stretched out his bony hand and opened the curtain.

First, an umbrella was stretched out from the sedan chair, then the white jade hand opened the umbrella, and a woman in red came out of the sedan chair.

The onlookers standing outside couldn't help but hold their breath and stare at the graceful and beautiful woman in front of the sedan chair.

This is the wife the Young Marshal wants to marry. She looks like a young lady in the south of the Yangtze River. She is not as beautiful as a real person.

I saw that the usually inhuman Young Marshal held the woman's hand, with a smile on his lips and doting in his eyes.

"Madam." the man's voice is low, magnetic and charming. "This will be your home in the future."

The guests saw a beautiful smile on the lips of the woman standing next to the Young Marshal.

"You are mine."

Yan Qichuan's smile on his lips deepened, clenched her hand and said, "Madam said yes."

The guests looked at the scene in front of them and felt inexplicably full, like eating something sweet.

Who the hell is this woman?

Yan Qichuan was young and handsome, powerful and powerful. He never heard from any woman and quietly married a wife.

The king of hell on the battlefield has a gentle day?

Is there something wrong with their eyes?

When the guests kept guessing, the man took the umbrella in the woman's hand, personally held the umbrella for her, and led her step by step into the Young Marshal's house.

Young Marshal's residence has never been so lively. There are people everywhere. Exquisite delicacies are placed on round tables.

Yin qiechuan led his pet into the lobby. Because Yin qiechuan's parents had long died, they wanted to worship the memorial tablet.

"Worship heaven and earth."

They bowed down to heaven and earth.

This worship, thank God for a good marriage.

"Second, worship the high hall."

The two turned and bowed to the memorial tablet.

This worship, may the deceased bless his life.

"Husband and wife worship each other."

This worship promises you to live and die.

"Courtesy -"

The clapping palms sounded, and the guests laughed and congratulated.

Yin qiechuan held his pet's hand. His handsome face was full of smiles, as if he had got the best thing in his life.

However——

Suddenly a voice came, "Yin Shaoshuai, do you know that the bride around you is not human? She is a fierce ghost who died miserably!"

These words were like thunder on the ground, and the bombed guests stared and looked surprised.

A man in a Taoist robe swayed into the lobby.

The disciples of Tiandao sect enjoy a good reputation. In this age, the Heavenly Master is respected everywhere.

Therefore, everyone will believe what a Heavenly Master said.

Adjutant Yang stood up with a heavy face, waved his hand and said, "please take him out."

Two soldiers with guns ran to catch Shi Jian and drive him out of the Marshal's house, but he couldn't move with two runes.

"Young Marshal, I'm here to remind you of my kindness so that you won't be killed by a female ghost, but what do you mean by driving me out?"

He sneered and said, "don't you think it's strange that she should hold an umbrella in the daytime?"