Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 289 The Darkness Under the Lights

The Wang clan land is decorated with lanterns and festoons.

Wang Xi's boudoir.

At this moment, she has been dressed in Xiayi under the service of the maid, and her whole person is becoming more and more charming. The smile on her face is stiff, but uncontrollable tears flow from her eyes.

A branch of red hairpin was slowly inserted into her bun, and the bronze mirror reflected her alluring face, and Wang Yuan, who stood beside him.

Wang Yuan inserted Zhu Chai firmly and sighed:

"This is left by your mother, let me go with you today."

Wang Xi struggled with grief in her eyes.

There was a knock at the door:
"Master, the son-in-law of the Qin family is less than a hundred steps away from the family, and is about to arrive."

Wang Yuan's eyes flickered, and he walked out of the room with his hands behind his back. Outside the door were a dozen members of the Wang clan, all with white hair and beards, and their eyes were filled with anticipation.

He clasped his fists and said loudly:
"Xi'er's trip will be left to you, remember to take good care of her."

"Follow the patriarch's order!" A dozen or so elders replied in a deep voice.

The Qin family came to the Wang family to pick up the relatives, and there were only ten people along the way.

Firstly, the real place of wedding celebration is in the land of the Qin clan, and secondly, in Taiyuan City, no one dares to disobey the Wang clan.

If ten people can't take Wang Xi away, it can only prove Qin Tianlang's incompetence and Wang's majesty no longer.

No one would have thought that Zhao Wujiang would rob Qin Tianlang halfway.

At this moment, he is sitting on a tall horse, gradually approaching the Wang clan.

Gradually, there are many palaces and pavilions, white walls and black tiles stretching.

The Wang clan's land is not so magnificent, and there are no gold, stone and jade objects in sight, but it gives people a sense of vicissitudes and profound heritage.

He has stepped into the palace pavilion with the first horizontal line of the king character.

The gongs and drums are noisy, and the red and pink ribbons are wrapped around the beams and pillars.

Zhao Wujiang stepped into the palace carelessly, with yin and yang flowing in his eyes, he constantly sensed the strong people around him.

Most people in the Wang family don't know Qin Tianlang, they only know that Qin Tianlang is handsome and dignified. Seeing Zhao Wujiang's impeccable beauty at this moment, they only think that he is Qin Tianlang from the Qin family who came to pick up his relatives.

Everyone congratulated one after another, saying congratulations and compliments, Zhao Wujiang smiled warmly and returned the salute one by one.

Several imposing old men are drinking tea, they are one of the elders of the seven major clans.

"Brother Qin Chen, Qin Tianlang of your Qin Clan is here." The Wang Clan always smiled and said, he sat on the wooden chair, his old face was as bright as a chrysanthemum blooming.

The old Qin clan, who was called Qin Chen, had a smile on his face, stroked his beard, looked up, and then was taken aback.

Zhao Wujiang was walking over at the moment, saw several clan elders drinking tea and looking at him at the same time, although he didn't recognize him, he didn't panic at all, as he could tell from his clothes that the old man in green shirt belonged to the Qin family.

Then he strode forward, approached the clan elders, cupped his hands and cupped his fists:

"The junior has met several seniors."

Qin Chen's beard and hair were all white, and he didn't react. Zhao Wujiang took his arm and said with a smile:
"I didn't expect to see my uncle here. My nephew is very happy."

"You are..." Qin Chen gasped, and kept thinking about which tribe he was.

"Brother Qin Chen, your family's Tianlang treats people as gentle as jade, such a humble demeanor is rare, ha ha." You clan elders sighed with a smile.

Zhao Wujiang smiled with the slight shyness of the young man, scratched his head, and said respectfully: "Seniors, this junior is going to pick up Xi'er first."

Seeing Zhao Wujiang's respectful attitude, several clan elders smiled even more, and waved their hands with a smile:
"Go ahead, don't make her wait"

Zhao Wujiang took the arm of the patriarch Qin Chen and walked towards the building deeper in the Wang family.

Qin Chen felt the kindness and respect of the handsome young man beside him, he was unsure for a moment, and asked, "Which line are you from?"

"Uncle Clan, it's me, I'm Wujiang." Zhao Wujiang said with a smile, his eyes were yin and yang, and his left pupil was extremely deep.

"Wujiang." Qin Chen murmured, and asked in doubt, "Where's Tianlang?"

"He, he can't come because of something else, so I'll replace him." Zhao Wujiang said quietly.

"Nonsense! Can this kind of thing be replaced?" Qin Chen was sullen.

The next moment, a drop of rain from the sky hit him on the forehead with a bang, and his body froze for a moment, and he stopped speaking.

Zhao Wujiang walked side by side with Qin Chen, and when they met along the way, they all bowed to congratulate him, and no one doubted his identity.

When he was about to reach the Second Hengdian Pavilion of Wang Zi, a figure slowly walked out in front of the Qingshiban Road.

His eyebrows are vicissitudes, his facial features are three-dimensional, his sword eyebrows are flying obliquely, his beard and hair are half white.

It is Wang Yuan, the current patriarch of the Wang family.

Wang Yuan saw Zhao Wujiang walking side by side with Qin Chen at a glance. At this moment, Zhao Wujiang was wearing the big red flower for welcoming his relatives.

The corners of his eyes twitched, his eyes froze slightly, then Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi walked towards Zhao Wujiang with his hands behind his back.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, but my nephew is getting more and more handsome."

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered, he originally wanted to play a game of darkness under the lamp, so that he could go deep into the hinterland of the Wang family and meet Wang Xi.

He never thought that he could fool Wang Yuan, the patriarch of the Wang family, and his ancestors, knowing that once he was discovered, there would be an extraordinary battle.

But now Wang Yuan's words directly blocked all his predictions.

Did he really recognize me as Qin Tianlang?The other clansmen had never seen it before, but as Wang Xi's biological father, would he have seen Qin Tianlang?
Zhao Wujiang's heart surged, and he cupped his fists:

"My son-in-law sees uncle!"

"Go, Xi'er will be handed over to you, treat her well in the future, don't let her down." Wang Yuan said in a deep voice with a majesty that is unique to an old man.

Zhao Wujiang cupped his hands, with a warm smile on his face, and walked slowly towards the depths of the Wang clan.

At this moment, the sky began to darken, and it was about to rain.

He was extremely nervous and passed Wang Yuan, but Wang Yuan never showed any sign of attacking him from the beginning to the end. He just raised his head slightly and looked at the turbulent wind and clouds in the sky.

Zhao Wujiang's face was serious, he was always aware of everything around him, and along the way, members of the Wang family led him to Wang Xi's boudoir.

Wang Yuan took a few steps, turned his head to look at Zhao Wujiang's leaving back, a smile slowly rose from the corner of his mouth.

"Grain rain, valley rain, rain produces a hundred grains, but the hundred grains will never return, and all of them will disappear. Is this world worthy of the rain?"

With deep eyes, he walked slowly towards the small courtyard of the old ancestor of the Wang family.

Walking to the small courtyard, he knocked on the door lightly, then pushed the door open and entered.

In the small courtyard, Wang Cheng, the ancestor of the Wang family, was talking with his old friend.

"Old ancestor, Senior Qin." Wang Yuan bowed slightly, cupping his fists in salute.

"Ah Yuan, I haven't seen you for many years. I wonder if your cultivation has improved now?"

The person who spoke was an old man in gray linen clothes. He was tall, even a head taller than Wang Yuan. He was one of the foundations of the Qin clan today. A land fairy who has ascended to the third rank.

Wang Yuan shook his head:

"Ah Yuan has been slack all these years, his cultivation has never improved, he is still at the peak of a great master, and has not reached the first rank."

"He is busy with clan affairs all day long, working hard, so he has no time to cultivate, but he has suffered a lot for this child, A Yuan." Wang Cheng, the ancestor of the Wang family, sighed and told Wang Yuan to sit down.

In the early days, Zhao Wujiang was already standing in front of Wang Xi's boudoir.

In front of the door were a dozen old men with white beards and hair, dressed in red clothes.

"Master Tianlang, the time has not yet come!"

They stopped Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang bowed his hands warmly to salute, he didn't force his way, but just shouted loudly:

"Xi'er, I'm coming!"

"boom"

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, the Thunder Snake swam away, and the rain began to fall.

(End of this chapter)