Fatty obviously regarded himself as a one-in-a-kind martial arts prodigy, the kind who would make him limp if he met an uncle who sold the Tathagata Palm for twenty yuan on the street.
Jiang He refused to lie to children, and firmly refused to admit that he was his master.
Fist and sword, just teach Xu Qing, lest he always want to be his own teacher and teach each other, it will be evened out, and we will talk about each other in the future.
Jiang He pulled Gong Ping across the road, ignoring Xiaopang calling for master, and walked away quickly.
"Why did he call you master?" Gong Ping was curious about this question.
"Because I am a master of concealment, I can beat Xu Qing to the point of screaming."
"Oh~"
Gong Ping instantly understood.
Fatty saw Xu Qing make a move, and then thought that Xu Qing was a martial arts master, and then saw the two flirting, Jiang He chased Xu Qing to fight, so he wanted to worship this Jiang He who beat the martial arts masters so hard that he dared not fight back Be a master.
What a stupid kid.
Automatically making up for the misunderstanding, Gong Ping looked back, and that chubby no longer knew where he was going.
The wind in March is very gentle, with a hint of coolness, not as cutting as winter, nor as hot as summer.
In another month, Jiang He will start to get busy. They are scheduled to get married in early May, and there are many things to prepare.
Unlike Jiang He, Xu Qing was looking forward to the wedding very much, and felt that something was missing if he didn't do it for a while. Once the wedding is done, everything will be fine afterwards, and the little days are in the future.
Thinking of the two getting married, Xu Qing was happy, and looked at Jiang He silly from time to time, Jiang He was stared at furiously by him, couldn't help but beat him up, and then calmed down.
Xu Qing was very dissatisfied with Jiang He's irascibility, "Young people are just heart-floating-gas-rough."
"What are you upset about?"
"impatient."
"I'm a thousand-year-old grandma." Jiang He pouted, lowered his head and tapped the keyboard with his fingers.
Some kind of question: "If we go back to ancient times, how can we set off an industrial revolution?"
He Miao from Kaiyuan: "First of all, it is best to meet a kind person, or you may starve to death, and then it is best to learn martial arts, so that you can protect yourself when you go out. Of course, it is best to sneak into a small village to solve the food and clothing. problem, and then slowly figure it out..."
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After a difficult month.
On May 8th, Yihai Day, Mingtang is on duty, and everything is suitable.
The hotel is arranged by the wedding company. The wedding decoration is all red, with red lanterns hanging high, classical screens, antique wooden furniture, and light gauze curtains. .
When discussing the needs with the wedding company, Xu Qing focused on beaming. Although he didn't know what marriage looked like in ancient times, Jiang He had only seen it from a distance and had never participated in it seriously. Same, take the microphone and say something sensational, and wipe away your tears.
Xu Qing felt that it was embarrassing, it shouldn't be a happy day.
Before it started, Qin Maocai came early, found Xu Wenbin, and said vigorously: "This is interesting, really interesting, how much does it cost? It's expensive, right?"
"No, it looks gorgeous, but it's just like that..."
"It's so fresh." Qin Maocai sighed in admiration, "I haven't seen it before, this is festive, hey, are you excited?"
"Xiaoqingzi is getting married, why am I so excited?" Xu Wenbin said disdainfully.
"Are you unhappy that your son is getting married?"
"Happy is happy..."
Xu Wenbin smacked, feeling complicated. In fact, when Xu Qing suddenly took the marriage certificate, his mood was more intense at that time. Now...
Seeing this red venue and Chinese style wedding, he was inexplicably moved.
Brat, maybe he was influenced by him, or he chose the Chinese style to show him. He has been engaged in history all his life, so this kid will get a classical style when he gets married.
Xu Wenbin thinks this son is okay.
Xu Qing didn't know Xu Wenbin's inexplicable move, but he also found it interesting. The old man studies history, and he married an ancient wife.
If this guy had fun at Xu Wenbin, Xu Wenbin would be even more mistaken.
Have a heart...
The car is actually a bit old...
There is no master of ceremonies on the Chinese style, it is a matchmaker, or Xi Niang, which is arranged by the wedding company, a festive-looking woman, wearing red all over her body, her lips are specially painted red, and her eloquence is very good. You can feel it when you communicate before marriage ,professional.
Unlike ordinary weddings, there is no trivial custom of welcoming the bride, Carmen, handing out red envelopes and looking for shoes. When the guests are about to arrive and the auspicious time has arrived, the ceremony begins.
Gong Ping sat on the table and kept looking outside, wondering what Jiang He looked like when he came out today.
Wang Zijun and Qin Hao squeaked like ghosts, and hid behind their backs to talk to Xu Qingpin.
"Groom, do you see? This is called a groom, what are you wearing a suit..."
"It's as if you don't have any clothes on." Qin Hao retorted.
"Where is the bride? When will the bride come out?" Wang Zijun looked at it for a long time and didn't know what the process was.
"Bring in the bride's sedan chair." Xu Qing raised his head, "Hurry up and get out, I haven't appeared here yet, go and go, I will show up in a while."
There is no way in the city to ride a horse to greet the bride, and the wedding company can't solve this problem, otherwise he would have to ride a white horse and wear a big red flower, and take Jiang He over majestically.
"Hypocritical."
Wang Zijun waited to say more, when he heard Xi Niang announcing the bride's entry, he dragged Qin Hao to have a look.
The bridal sedan chair came from a long distance outside, and entered the arena accompanied by the cheerful and bright rhythm of musical instruments. Then the bearer bumped the sedan chair, the tune of the music changed, and the atmosphere was instantly ignited.
It was booming and bustling, and Jiang He was sitting in the sedan chair, clutching his clothes tightly, panicked to death.
It turns out that this is getting married...
She didn't react until the sedan chair bumped a few times, took out a red envelope to reward the bearer, and got off the sedan chair.
Xu Qing smiled like a flower and came over with a big red silk to pick Jiang He out.
"Damn it, I knew I was doing the same thing. What kind of car do you drive?" Wang Zijun slapped his thigh, and Qin Hao rolled his eyes beside him, and he got up.
Isn't the ostentation of that large row of luxury cars better than this
Jiang He, who was wearing a red hijab and a dragon and phoenix coat, was led forward by Xu Qing to step over the brazier—the brazier is not a real fire, but a prop.
That's what it means, they dare to cross the real fire, and the wedding company doesn't dare to arrange it.
"You stay closer to me."
"It can't be too close, it will squeeze you away."
The two whispered and walked over the brazier together. Xi Niang applauded beside the big stage, and the applause broke out.
Subconsciously, Xu Qing wanted to touch her hair, but when she saw that the red hijab was tightly covered, she held back.
He really married this ancient man more than a thousand years ago.
When Jiang He stood outside the door covered in rain, he might have come here to be his wife.
Jiang He, who was secretly searching for what to do if he had a guilty conscience, had completely faded from his former appearance.
He used to be stupid and a little clever, with a bulging bag in his pocket, peeking at him, watching him and running to the bathroom, and after a while, he came out with hamburger crumbs on the corner of his mouth with a satisfied face, thinking he didn't find anything.
If you touch your face, you will call him a disciple loudly.
When you can't say it, you squeeze your fist and click it.
Xu Qing recalled the past and reminded her in a low voice with a smile, "It's time for the three worship ceremony."
First worship heaven and earth, second worship high hall, husband and wife worship each other.
"Pick from the left, you will get what you want~ Pick from the right, you will be rich and auspicious, and pick again, you will pick out a beautiful face..."
Xi Po said, Xu Qing lifted Jiang He's hijab, revealing her well-dressed little face.
"Heroine, we're married~"
"It's time to thank the matchmaker." Jiang He was nervous, with both fingers twisted together.
What is married, this is called marriage.
Stupid Xu Qing.