On the day of the granted marriage, the daughter of a general wept and was reborn!

"Wait a minute!"

A muffled voice came from Cen Xiao in the room.

Shen Wantang's hand, which was about to open the door, stopped in mid-air.

I don't know how long it took before the door slowly opened.

Pei Qing's face turned red, and he tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, but he still couldn't help wanting to laugh out loud.

"Ms. Shen, please come in." Pei Qing's voice was somewhat out of his control.

When Shen Wantang stepped into the room, she saw Cen Xiaoxie leaning on the bed. Although his eyes were closed, it was not difficult to see his pretentious expression.

Hearing the footsteps approaching, Cen Xiao slowly raised his eyes, then pulled his lips and smiled indifferently: "Why are you here so early?"

His eyes fell on Shen Wantang's green silk skirt, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes again.

Shen Wantang came forward and took out an invitation from his sleeve: "Wedding invitation."

Cen Xiao was startled for a moment, then took the invitation - it was just a casual complaint yesterday, why did she take it to heart...

After placing the invitation on the table, Shen Wantang turned and left.

Cen Xiao suddenly stood up and chased after him, grabbing Cen Xiao's hand and saying, "Is this all you said to me?"

"The weather is nice today, Pingjiang..."

Shen Wantang was slightly startled, then spoke slowly.

But before she could finish her sentence, Cen Xiao couldn't wait to speak: "I do!"

While he was stunned, Cen Xiao had already packed up and was standing at the door waiting.

On Pingjiang River, there are only a few small boats floating quietly.

"Jiangnan is like a beautiful woman who is isolated from the world." Cen Xiao slowly closed his eyes and felt the gentle breeze.

Shen Wantang let out a long sigh, raised his head and looked at the sunlight coming through the gaps between the leaves.

After autumn, I'm afraid I'll have to return to the capital. When I get back, there will surely be another bloody storm.

Then she breathed a sigh of relief - cherish the last good times.

"Young master, you are well-educated. I can't say anything else about us in Jiangnan, but the life here is truly beautiful." The oars squeaked, and the boatman responded in a disjointed manner.

"Plum wine~ plum wine from last autumn~"

Not far away, the voice of the wine girl came from a distance, and a gleam of light flashed in Shen Wantang's eyes.

The boat stopped quietly and the two went ashore.

"Madam, would you like to try some plum wine?" The wine girl had a bright smile on her face. As she spoke, she took out a bowl of wine and handed it to Shen Wantang.

As soon as he got closer, Shen Wantang smelled a refreshing fragrance.

Cen Xiao drank the wine in the cup in a heroic manner, his frowning brows slowly relaxed, and he nodded with satisfaction: "It tastes a bit strong at first, but the aftertaste is sweet. It is really a good wine!"

"Bring me two jars!" Cen Xiao said as he took out a few pieces of loose silver and handed them over.

On the way back, Cen Xiao seemed to be holding two treasures and couldn't let go.

"This wine is like you." Cen Xiao said in a low voice. Maybe it was because of the plum wine he just drank, but a slight blush appeared on his face.

Shen Wantang frowned, turned around and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"This wine tastes strong, just like the time at the palace banquet that day when you rejected the marriage proposal from His Majesty to me in public." Cen Xiao raised his head, his words full of resentment.

"And then it tastes sweet." Cen Xiao paused, staring at Shen Wantang with burning eyes. The weather was already cool, but Shen Wantang's face felt burning hot under this burning gaze.

"The matter of Shancheng, the matter of Jiangzhou, Shen Wantang, you dare to swear in the name of your deceased mother, you are targeting me, don't you have any friendship at all?"

Cen Xiao's brows frowned, and he couldn't help but take a step forward.

Shen Wantang instinctively took a step back. She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Cen Xiao's face.

Of course she didn't dare to swear.

What Cen Xiao said was so cruel that she couldn't even refute it with peace of mind.

She was silent for a long time. Cen Xiao beside her nodded silently, with a relieved smile on his face: "I understand."

"Quick! Run!"

Suddenly, a hurried sound was heard on the peaceful street, and then the street vendors fled in all directions, without even having time to pack up their stalls.

I only heard a rustling sound on the rubble above my head, and then a group of soldiers hurriedly chased over not far away, and then there was a voice -

"Don't run away, prisoner!"

A criminal! ?

Cen Xiao frowned - the only person in Jiangzhou City who could be called an important criminal was probably the Rong State spy.

Then the two of them turned over and jumped, landing steadily on the eaves.

Shen Wantang was light and graceful, flying among the eaves like a bird.

Mo Yanyu was running in front - that day Chen Tao used all his strength to stab the short blade into his chest, but unexpectedly, it did not cause any harm to him.

After a few days of recuperation in prison, he recovered so well.

Shen Wantang turned around three times in one step and then rushed to the front. She reached her hand to her waist and then realized that she had forgotten her soft sword in the room when she was wearing a silk skirt today.

At that time, Cen Xiao behind him rushed forward with a brisk step, threw the two jars of green plum wine in his hands high up, then turned over and kicked the jars towards Mo Yanyu who was running hard in front.

Snapped!

The wine jar was smashed to pieces, Mo Yanyu slipped, and then fell heavily to the ground.

When the two of them flew down from the eaves, they saw a pool of blood in front of them and a sharpened bamboo stick pierced through Mo Yanyu's chest.

The officers and soldiers rushed over, and all they saw was Mo Yanyu's corpse.

"General, this..." Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do when looking at the corpse in front of them.

Looking at the place where the bamboo pole is placed, it is really strange.

Shen Wantang glanced around and then said quietly, "The thief tried to jump down and escape, but died unexpectedly. Go report it to the governor."

Everyone glanced at each other and then turned and left.

"This pole is placed really evenly." Cen Xiao came forward and took a closer look at the bamboo pole.

Then he looked down at the broken wine jar not far away and sighed helplessly: "It's a pity that my two jars of good wine were wasted."

To everyone, Mo Yanyu's death was like a rain during the plum rain season - ordinary and insignificant.

As the days passed, Cen Xiao continued to train Xia Miao, but it only took a moment.

Autumn is approaching and my cousin’s wedding is just around the corner.

The governor's mansion was decorated with lights and even the cat strolling outside the door seemed much more energetic.

"It's almost autumn, Miss, when are we going back to Beijing?"

Qing'e came forward, put a cloak on Shen Wantang, and asked softly.

Shen Wantang put down his hand that was leaning against the window and stretched lazily: "No hurry, wait until the court calls Cen Xiao back to the capital, it won't be too late for us to go back then."

Early in the morning, Shen Wantang was awakened by the sound of firecrackers outside. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and murmured, "Qing'e, are they preparing to welcome the bride outside?"

"It's still early, Miss. The wedding will be held in the afternoon. We are just setting off some firecrackers to make the scene more grand."