In the early morning, when the sky was dimming, Qian Mochen's small courtyard became lively.
The thirty maids were divided into three teams and entered the rooms of the three brides.
A bright red dress, exquisite makeup, and gorgeous golden jewelry are all arranged on the bride.
Qian Daoliu personally took command in the small courtyard, watching the people coming and going, and kept giving instructions. Fortunately, these people have experience, and they were busy in an orderly manner without any mistakes.
"Send some pastries to my daughter-in-law and tell them that the wedding ceremony will be long, so they need to eat something to cushion their stomachs first."
"The corners of the red carpet are not neat!"
"Why are there still petals on the ground? Take them away quickly!"
Qian Daoliu is like a general at this moment, scanning every corner with sharp eyes, and will immediately remind you if something is not done properly.
Two hours later, looking at the tidy little courtyard, he was satisfied.
When it came to organizing his son's wedding, he had only these two experiences, so of course he had to be careful.
At this moment, Qian Mochen does not know that in the future, his youngest son will perform a wave of fatherly kindness and sonly filial piety and hold a grand wedding for Qian Daoliu.
At 9:30 in the morning, Qian Mochen arrived at the small courtyard on time, riding a white horse and wearing a handsome groom's suit.
He carried his three wives one by one on the sedan chair, and as the procession of welcoming the bride began to play and sing, Qian Mochen walked in the lead, followed by three sedan chairs behind him, preparing to walk along the streets of Spirit City before going to the Pope Hall to hold the ceremony.
In the square outside the Pope Hall, all the original arenas were removed, and five hundred tables were placed neatly. The people in Spirit City brought their families with them one by one, and sat down happily, bragging and waiting for the arrival of the bride and groom.
"Hey, I heard a sound!"
"The bride is here!!!"
The children's crisp calls immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were sitting at the table closest to the door and looked up when they heard the noise.
The groom who walked in first saw his face clearly, and Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were suddenly stunned.
They have seen this face before.
It was the man who was holding Ah Yin!
Tang Hao looked at Qian Mochen dressed in a groom's suit, and suddenly felt inexplicably panicked.
"No, definitely not."
He muttered, his eyes firmly fixed on the position of the door.
Qian Mochen Three brides were led out by a red rope behind them.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the square, blowing up the red headscarves of the three brides.
Tang Hao's eyes suddenly focused on the bride on the far right.
The moment the red hijab was lifted, he saw clearly that the bride's hair was the color Ah Yin.
Ah Yin is mine!
We must not let Ah Yin go to court with him!
The jealousy and anger in Tang Hao's heart swallowed up his reason, and the idea of stopping the wedding and taking away Ah Yin suddenly came into his mind.
He stood up for a moment, and as soon as the Soul Power on his body fluctuated, a dangerous look immediately fell on him.
Tang Hao subconsciously raised his head and saw a middle-aged man with warning eyes. On the middle-aged man, Titled Douluo's unique coercion instantly fell on Tang Hao, making him blush, bend his knees, and sit back in his seat.
Tang Hao, whose current strength is in the seventies, was suppressed by a Titled Douluo. Soul Power in the body was completely silent, and he could not even move his fingers.
He could only watch helplessly as his Ah Yin performed a ceremony with other men, drank a glass of wine, and sent her into the bridal chamber.
No!
Ah Yin, no!
Tang Hao roared in his heart, suppressing the hatred towards the Spirit Hall in his eyes.
If it weren't for the Spirit Hall, his Ah Yin is already a Soul Douluo, how could he marry another man!
He is still a piece of trash without any Soul Power!!!
Evil God's Spirit Hall, I, Tang Hao, swear that one day I will do justice for heaven and destroy this Evil God force!
When the time comes I will take back my lost Ah Yin!
It wasn't until the ceremony was over and the flowing dishes were served that Titled Douluo took back his suppression and focused most of his attention on Tang Hao.
As long as the person dared to stab him, he would break his limbs and throw them into prison.
Tang Hao looked at the dishes in front of him and had no appetite at all, so he kept drinking.
"Brother Hao, what's wrong with you?"
Tang Xiao could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Tang Hao.
"Brother."
Tang Hao opened his red eyes. This strong man in his forties felt the urge to cry for the first time.
"I saw it, the bride just now is Ah Yin!!!"
Tang Xiao patted Tang Hao on the shoulder with understanding and opened another jar of wine for him.
Tang Hao welcomes everyone who comes, picks up the wine jar and drinks tons and tons of wine.
Tang Xiao sighed in his heart. While he felt sorry for his brother, he felt that seeing Ah Yin's wedding with his own eyes would also be good for Tang Hao.
After this experience, Hao Di's love brain should be completely dead.
Drink, drink, Hao brother, if you are drunk this time, have a good sleep. You will be fine when you wake up tomorrow.
In the Pope Hall, Qian Mochen sent the three brides back to the courtyard to rest. As soon as they came back and sat around the table for a toast, the system's prompt sounded.
[Due to the behavior of the host, Tang Hao's Daoist heart was broken, and he received a reward of two hundred thousand Emotion Points.]
Tang Hao, Dao heart is broken?
Could it be that Tang Hao happened to be at Spirit City, and Ah Yin was seen with his own eyes?
Qian Mochen swore that he had no plan this time, it was all a coincidence.
Two hundred thousand Emotion Points should be regarded as a congratulatory gift from Tang Hao to him.
When Tang San comes in the future, the elders should exchange this friendship with Tang San.
"Uncle Golden Crocodile, come on, let's drink this cup together!"
Qian Mochen raised his glass and started toasting happily.
The banquet ended at noon. Tang Xiao carried the drunken Tang Hao into the room with one hand, threw Hao Di on the bed, and looked at Tang Hao who was sleeping soundly. Tang Xiao told the disciple at the door to go back and rest.
An hour later, Tang Hao moved his hand to the side, but did not catch the wine jar. He opened his eyes, looked around carefully, staggered out of bed, and went out.
"Master Tang Hao, where are you going?"
"I'm going to drink, don't follow me!"
"But, Master Tang Xiao said so."
The disciple Clear Sky Sect who was guarding the gate wanted to stop him, but Tang Hao punched him to physically hypnotize him. He stepped over the disciple's body and took two steps forward. Tang Hao remembered that he seemed to have no money.
I found a money bag on the disciple and came to a wine shop drunk.
"Serve me wine, the strongest among the ten jars first!"
For the sake of a bag of Gold Soul Coin, the boss did not refuse.
Tang Hao held the wine jar and drank half of it in one breath. Thinking of his silly behavior in the past two days, he smiled bitterly and continued drinking.
After a while, five or six empty wine jars were piled at his feet.
Tang Hao was shaking his head, almost drunk. Suddenly, he caught a strand of long blue hair in his peripheral vision. When he looked up, Ah Yin was looking at him with concerned eyes.
"Ahao, you are drunk, stop drinking."
"Ah Yin! It's really you!"
"Ah Yin, you don't know how much I like you! Ah Yin!"
Tang Hao hugged Ah Yin in front of him and told him his love. As he said this, he directly picked up Ah Yin and went upstairs.