The reborn daughter of the Marquis Mansion takes over the world

Uncle Fu looked at the name on the spirit tablet and was suddenly startled, with an unspeakable look in his eyes.

Then, Jiang Quhan said: "This tablet is the spiritual tablet of my master Luo Xuanyou. Once I am a teacher, I will always be a father. I have no father or mother. Today, my master is my high hall!" After Jiang Quhan finished explaining, everyone All were surprised and a little sympathetic.

Huo Yunjue even felt that Jiang Quhan's behavior was mysterious and a bit too weird.

Qian Wudao reminded him from the side: "Your Highness, Fourth Highness, this person is very strange. Although he paid a visit to the third lady, he did not perform the three letters and six rituals, nor did he sign a marriage contract. The marriage contract between them was not established!"

Upon hearing Qian Wudao's words, Huo Yunjue was stunned for a moment and quickly calmed down.

"But...if they get married, there's nothing we can do!" Qian Wudao added. After he finished speaking, he looked at Huo Yunjue nervously, fearing that he would be angry.

Huo Yunjue was not as excited as before. His face was expressionless, but a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes.

After pondering for a moment, he looked at Weiyu and ordered sternly: "Go and check whether the Golden Wing Army has arrived in Cangzhou, and immediately mobilize them to surround the Fu Mansion!"

"Yes!" Wei Yu quickly left the banquet after obeying the order.

"Qian Wudao, thank you for your reminder. I will thank you again after my Highness has finished this matter!" Huo Yunjue's expression returned to calmness. He tensed his jaw and stared coldly at the two people who were worshiping, feeling in his heart I have an idea.

Qian Wudao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered back: "Your Highness, you are too polite, I don't want to be a subordinate!" While the two were talking, Ning Ziqing and Jiang Quhan had finished paying their respects, and Xiniang was helping Ning Ziqing back to her new house. .

Huo Yunjue looked at Ning Ziqing, who was wearing a red brocade wedding dress, and felt that she was like a burning flame, burning his eyes.

He recalled that night at the spring banquet, when Ning Ziqing's long red dress danced in front of his eyes, making his heart flutter and indulge in it.

At that moment, he knew that Ning Ziqing was the destined person of his life. He was willing to give everything for her, and she could only belong to him.

She should not and cannot marry anyone else.

Huo Yunjue pursed his lips tightly with a cold look in his eyes. He was determined to take Ning Ziqing back and let her stay by his side forever.

At this time, Uncle Fu wanted to leave Jiang Quhan to toast with the guests, but he saw Jiang Quhan hugging Ning Ziqing in his arms. Ning Ziqing exclaimed and dropped the fan in his hand to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Huo Yunchue stood up suddenly and was held tightly by Qian Wudao.

Fu Yujie, who was sitting aside, quickly stepped forward to stop Jiang Quhan: "Mr. Jiang, isn't it rude for you to leave like this? With so many guests coming to congratulate you, you have to offer them a glass of wine to show your gratitude!"

Fu Yujie stared at him with a stern face, the murderous intent in his eyes constantly churning. He was furious that Jiang Quhan had ruined his good deeds.

Jiang Quhan looked at Fu Yujie's hostile expression, but didn't care. He smiled calmly:

"A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so I won't accompany you all. I'm afraid I'm neglecting my wife, so please forgive me!" After saying that, he ignored the strange looks from everyone, hugged Ning Ziqing and left quickly.

Uncle Fu had no choice but to smile awkwardly and smooth things over: "My uncle is young and energetic, and I hope everyone will bear with me!" Everyone whispered to each other for a while, and then expressed their understanding.

Ning Ziqing was hugged tightly by Jiang Quhan and found that his behavior was a little strange.

She struggled for him to let go of his hand: "Jiang Quhan! Let me down!" Ning Ziqing scolded him dissatisfied.

"Are you shy, madam? We are already husband and wife. Isn't it normal to be so intimate?" Jiang Quhan laughed playfully and hugged her tighter!

"Who is married to you? I was forced to marry you. Don't talk so shamelessly here. You'd better let me go, otherwise you will regret it!" Ning Ziqing glared at him and clamped her hands hard on his on the neck.

"What, do you want to murder your husband?" Jiang Quhan was not afraid of her threat at all. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, "If I die, you will be a little widow. My husband will not be able to leave you!"

"Bah, you're just a scoundrel!" Ning Ziqing cursed angrily. She had no choice but to beat him hard.

"I just like the way a lady loses her temper, it's so pretty!" Jiang Quhan had a wicked smile on his face and quickened his pace.

When they returned to their new house, Jiang Quhan put Ning Ziqing down, and Yinxiang rushed in to block Ning Ziqing.

She had just been left waiting in the new house. She originally thought that Jiang Quhan was going to propose a toast, but she didn't expect that he would rush back with Ning Ziqing in his arms.

"Get out!" Jiang Quhan immediately stopped smiling when he saw Yinxiang, and his tone was cold.

"Why should I go out? I want to stay with the lady!" Yinxiang stretched out her hands to block Jiang Quhan from getting closer.

"Your lady and I are about to have a wedding, why are you staying here?" Jiang Quhan stared at her coldly, as if to warn Yinxiang not to ruin his good deeds.

"I haven't drank the Hexin wine yet. I have to wait in front of the lady before I can go out!" Yinxiang delayed.

"Get out!" Jiang Quhan shouted impatiently. He stared at Yinxiang, his sinister eyes were scary.Even Ning Ziqing felt his faint anger.

"Yinxiang, please go out first!" Ning Ziqing was afraid that he would hurt Yinxiang, so she quickly pushed Yinxiang.

"Miss!" Yinxiang hesitated and refused to leave. Jiang Quhan pulled her over irritably and pushed her out of the door.

He slammed the door shut angrily, bolted it quickly, walked back to Ning Ziqing, put his hands on her shoulders, took a deep breath, then glanced at the Hexin wine on the table, and looked at her tenderly: "

"Madam, we don't need these false etiquettes. Let's hurry up to the bridal chamber." Jiang Quhan bent down and whispered in Ning Ziqing's ear: "Should you take the initiative to undress or let my husband help you?"

Ning Ziqing watched him warily, with an indifferent expression.

Jiang Quhan tilted his head and reached out to touch her slender, white neck. Ning Ziqing pushed his hand away in disgust.

Jiang Quhan chuckled lightly, "Don't be afraid, madam, my husband will love you very much!" With a wicked smile on his lips, he pushed Ning Ziqing to the bedside.

"Jiang Quhan, don't even think about touching me!" Ning Ziqing warned him coldly. She felt his hot breath spread by her ears. She trembled all over, hoping that Qingxu and Qiang Ze would come forward quickly. Come to the rescue.

"Madam, do you still want those two guards to catch me?" Jiang Quhan narrowed his eyes and stared at Ning Ziqing's face, seeming to see through her thoughts.

He took off Ning Ziqing's red robe, pushed her down on the bed, and leaned over her: "I forgot to tell you, madam. When I first entered the garden, I sprinkled a medicinal powder called "Qibu Xiang". Anyone within a few steps will be stunned, don’t even think about them coming to disturb our bridal chamber!”

Jiang Quhan smiled proudly and reached out to remove the sharp hairpin from Ning Ziqing's head.

"You shameless person!" Ning Ziqing cursed angrily and struggled hard. Unexpectedly, Jiang Quhan was so smart and saw through her plan.

Jiang Quhan clasped her hand hard: "Why do I, a little lady, have so many thoughts? She always thinks about dealing with me. It seems that my husband needs to love you well, so that you can know how good my husband is!" He approached ambiguously. Ning Ziqing's lips reached out to unbuckle her belt.

Ning Ziqing's body trembled, and her heart felt cold. It seemed that she couldn't escape from his grasp today.