Now Yu Yuehan was satisfied.
After getting married and being abused for a day, it's time to reap some benefits.
The kindness between Mo Yongheng and Qi Yan is not so easy to earn. Qi Yan is the king of medicine, and he will always be used by people with three disasters and six diseases.
Not to mention Mo Yongheng, the old Patriarch Mo raised him himself, he is considered half a grandson, Yu Yuehan will have many opportunities to deal with the old Patriarch Mo in the future.
There is always a place for him.
Yu Yuehan only thought for a few seconds before deciding to help them.
Lowered the voice reminder.
"If my guess is correct, Zheng Yan should be number 66, and Tan Bengbeng should be number 99."
"You even guessed the date? Are you sure? You're not trying to trick me!" Qi Yan was the least courageous. When it came to such a big event as the wedding night in the bridal chamber, it was really hard for him to imagine that he couldn't even recognize his wife. The more cold is already full of chest.
Mo Yongheng didn't say anything, but when he heard the number Yu Yuehan said, he lowered his eyes and began to think.
After a while, he slowly opened his lips.
"How sure are you?"
"I wasn't very sure at first, but judging by your expression now, it should be 100% sure." Yu Yuehan said without any concealment.
He was hesitant about his speculation at first because he was not that familiar with the old Patriarch Mo's temperament, so he could only speculate according to common sense.
Yu Yuehan thought, the Mohists value traditional culture, and today's wedding is a Chinese wedding.
According to the habit of elders giving blessings to younger generations, if you want to choose a few numbers for the bride, you will definitely choose auspicious numbers.
Nian Xiaomu is Wu Er (my love), then only Liu Liu (smooth and smooth) and Jiu Jiu (long, long and long) are left.
Plus Yu Yuehan's speculated order of appearance.
Zheng Yan should be sixty-six, Tan Bengbeng ninety-nine.
While several people were talking, bride No. 66 had already stepped out of the screen.
Mo Yongheng's eyes fixed on that figure for a moment.
His heart was beating faster.
He could feel that it was Zheng Yan, but because he cared too much, he began to doubt his own judgment.
In the end, he chose to trust Yu Yuehan, gritted his teeth and called out the number sixty-six.
Bride No. 66 was immediately taken away from the scene and sent to the wedding room.
Yu Yuehan and Mo Yongheng also left one after another.
In the living room, only Qi Yan was left alone.
Looking at the beautiful brides in front of him, one after another, they walked in front of him.
Counting with his fingers, there are still a few who have come to his Beng Beng.
I passed one in front of my eyes, which is a bit like it.
His heart skipped a beat.
After a while, another one passed by, which was also a bit similar.
He became more and more uncertain.
Would Yu Yuehan join hands with Mo Yongheng to fool him and give him wrong numbers
Should he trust his own judgment, or trust Yu Yuehan...
Qi Yan stood in the stands. As time passed, the fewer brides were left, the more nervous he felt.
I am afraid that my wedding night in the bridal chamber will be ruined.
Several times when I saw the bride whose figure was very similar to Tan Bengbeng, I almost cried out, but I held back it abruptly.
Quietly waiting for number ninety-nine to appear.
Just after reporting the number, he rushed up to make sure the bride was Tan Bengbeng, but the housekeeper had already asked someone to come forward and take the bride away.
The old Patriarch Mo sat in a wheelchair and let the housekeeper push him forward.
The sound is like a bell.
"After the selection of the groom is completed, I officially announce that the wedding ceremony is complete and sent to the bridal chamber!"
There was thunderous applause.
Amidst the sound of farewell, Qi Yan walked towards his wedding room.