Envy

Zhao Ce brushed away the whispering crowd, walked to the front of the steps, looked at the two people in front of him, his face was frosty: "What are you doing here?"

Yan Zhaohan looked at Zhao Ce, his eyes were cold, and the corners of his lips curled up: "My sister is getting married, so I'm here to celebrate."

A veiled girl in brocade clothes came with her, she had a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, she held a long sword, she was as cold as a fairy, and stood beside Yan Shaojun.Anyone with a discerning eye recognized that this was Tu Lingzhi, the young master of Xiqi Palace.

Then the waiters filed in with sandalwood trays in their hands.There are all kinds of exquisite congratulatory gifts on the wooden tray, from Yunshan carved dragon jadeite to Jinjiang five butterflies inlaid jade incense burner, all of which are of great value.

The attendants accompanying Su Chuo also brought some congratulatory gifts, which were generous.He stepped closer to the steps: "I heard that Patriarch Zhao is getting married, and the lord specially asked me to accompany the young master from Xiaoyang to Lizhou to congratulate him. Although it is a bit abrupt, Patriarch Zhao will not be unhappy."

Zhao Ce could no longer keep his emotions and anger hidden, even though this day was his big day.The pale faces of those servants were all tortured with black ink, with words engraved on their faces, they were the dead who attacked Qie Palace.Everyone was dressed in black, looking cold and lifeless, out of place in the wedding banquet.However, no one dared to accuse Shaojun.

Zhao Ce's face was gloomy, and it took him a long time to call the servant and ask him to lead Yan Zhaohan and Su Chuo to their seats.

Shaojun sat down, straightened his drooping sleeves, and raised his eyes to those who were sizing him up carefully.Only then did the rest of the guests sit down around the round table tremblingly.

Everyone in the hall whispered to each other, and occasionally glanced at Shaojun.Meng Tou was at the next table, and Yan Zhaohan's profile could be seen from him.Someone around him was whispering, saying that it was rumored that Yan Shaojun used to hang around in various sects and had ambiguities with many sect masters, and now that he returned to Xiqiu and brought Ming Jue sect to make a comeback, he probably relied on these people.

His voice was so low that no one else could hear it, and only the people on both sides could barely hear him.Afraid that Shaojun would notice him, he rolled his eyes and said that a member of the Xi clan has come to this day, relying on his dirty body.

After the man finished speaking, the person next to him gave him a wink, indicating that Meng Tou was sitting next to him.The man realized that he had said something wrong, and immediately fell silent.There are rumors that Shaojun and Meng Mo still have such a relationship.

Meng Tou was not in the mood to pay attention to him, and looked at Yan Zhaohan with his brows furrowed.Meng Xi could feel the anxiety in his brother's heart, approached him, and said softly: "Brother, it's good that Shaojun comes back."

Yan Zhaohan's legs crossed naturally under the hem of his clothes, and he leaned against the back of a mahogany chair carved with cranes.Su Chuo on the side occasionally asked a few words.Although many years have passed, he still has the face of a teenager, looks kind, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, asking some unimportant things.And the guests at the same table were sweating coldly, forced a smile and echoed a few words, no one dared to say more.

When Su Chuo let all the ghosts into Zhao, he also had such a kind and childish smile on his face.

It wasn't until the sound of firecrackers sounded again, the red wedding sedan chair was carried to the door, and grandma helped the bride step over the threshold, that they felt that they were in a wedding banquet.

The bride is wearing a golden silk embroidered phoenix wedding dress, elegant and graceful, the tassels hanging down her red hijab are swaying, her wrists are wearing silver bracelets, and the exquisite bells are ringing.Zhao Ce stepped forward, personally helped Yan'er to the ancestral painting in the hall, and bowed three times to Gao Tang.

Once kneeling down, the sky and the earth are vast, containing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing.

Two kneel down, the high hall will be full of blessings, and you will enjoy peace and health forever.

Kneeling down three times, the husband and wife raise their eyebrows together, the love is deep and lifeless, and this love will never change.

When Zhao Ceyan worshiped heaven and earth, all the guests stood up and surrounded the hall.Meng Tou stood on one side, looking at Yan Zhaohan who looked indifferent on the other side.The light of red candles was reflected in his eyes, and the coldness in his eyes made Meng Tou feel very strange.

Yan Zhaohan's eyes met his, separated from the noisy crowd, separated from the loving couple in red.His eyes were empty, there was nothing there, and when he faced him, even the coldness in his eyes melted away.

Meng Tou suddenly felt very scared.He rarely saw Yan Zhaohan's eyes like this, once when his mother died of illness, and once at this moment.He thought about rushing over desperately and taking this person with him, wherever he wanted, wherever he wanted.He just wanted to ask this person why he left without saying goodbye and left so suddenly.

Meng Xi gently held his hand, looked up at him, and gently rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb.Meng Tou looked at her, reluctantly curled the corner of his mouth, and in a blink of an eye, Yan Zhaohan had already looked away.

At the wedding banquet, Zhao Ce toasted the guests, and his face was flushed and drunk.Zhao Ce embraced Meng Tou's shoulder, held the wine glass, and persuaded him to drink.Meng Tou didn't refuse, and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhao Ce took the jug on the table, filled the porcelain wine glass with wine, looked at Yan Zhaohan, staggered over, stood beside him, and asked him to drink.

Yan Zhaohan filled up the wine, drank it all, put down the wine glass, and Zhao Ce filled it up for him again: "Drink."

Lingzhi opened his mouth and said: "Young Master has just recovered from a serious illness, and you must not drink alcohol. Please forgive me, Patriarch Zhao."

Zhao Ce supported the back of the chair with his hands, and sneered: "Since Shaojun is my brother-in-law, I should be able to drink these few glasses of wine. There have been rumors that there is a deep gap between Yan Shaojun and the Yan family. I don't think so, Shaojun and my wife It's really a sister and brother."

"Otherwise, after killing my brothers and sisters and my father, my wife is still alive." He said his last words softly, but everyone in the room could hear them clearly.

Yan Zhaohan drank the glass of wine in front of him again, without being angry or annoyed, he curled his lips and smiled slightly: "Patriarch Zhao, you are drunk."

Zhao Ce was drunk, so he smashed the wine glass to the ground, and the silver wine glass carved with a dragon rolled several times on the ground, and the wine in the glass spilled out. "Yan Zhaohan, how dare you say that you didn't kill my sister Zhao Qingyan, didn't kill Yan Miao, and didn't destroy the Yan family!"

For a while, the whole hall was silent.It was drizzling at night in Lizhou, the lanterns on the porch were dimly lit, and the raindrops were slightly cool.Red candles flicker in the hall, and the glass of wine is cold.

"What do you ask me to say about things that I have never done before?" He stood up with a flick of his sleeves and met Zhao Ce's eyes, his expression was still indifferent, but he had no intention of confronting him at all, "It's not early, Patriarch Zhao should rest earlier , I bid farewell."

He turned around and walked out of the hall.The guests retreated to the sides one after another to make way for him.Ling Zhi immediately stood up, took a deep look at Zhao Ce, picked up the long sword and left with Shaojun.

Zhao Ce picked up the porcelain wine cup on the table and threw it at Yan Zhaohan's back, but it missed and the cup fell to pieces on the ground.

Zhao Ce walked towards Yan Zhaohan, his face and neck turned red because he was drunk: "Do you fucking know how old Zhao Qingyan was when she died? Don't you know what you did to her? How many disgusting things you have done in private, you think no one knows, what do you use in exchange for the current stability of the palace, don't you feel disgusting when you serve those people! I feel so fucking bad for Meng Tou Worth it, the person he is desperately protecting is not even as good as an animal!"