Donate 300,000 yuan to invite the God of War to marry, and I ask for a divorce

On Wanzhou's side, the sedan chair was moving neither fast nor slow. After it had traveled about an arrow's distance, it suddenly stopped.

Wan Zhou sat there without moving.

After waiting for a while, the curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, and Ji Nanzheng's tall figure appeared at the door.

Seeing that it was Ji Nanzheng himself who came, Wan Zhou immediately had another idea in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel even more pleased.

"Have you had enough fun?" Ji Nanzheng's impatient voice came.

"General, what do you mean? I don't understand." Wan Zhou said lazily, "I have to follow the will of the people and go back home. General, if you are ok, please make way. I have to go back to have lunch. I didn't have breakfast and I am hungry."

"Turn around." Ji Nanzheng threw down the curtain and ordered coldly.

Now that the marriage has been agreed, there is no possibility of letting Wan Zhou go back home.

Ji Nanzheng grew up in a military camp, and his style is always clean and neat no matter what he does.

He hates tedious things.

He now deeply regrets not having rejected the marriage proposal.

You know, he was expecting Wan Zhou to cancel the engagement and then back off, but he damned saw the look the emperor gave Wan Zhou.

That was the look of one looking at prey. As a victorious general on the battlefield, he was very familiar with that look.

He didn't know why he got so excited at that time and thought Wan Zhou wouldn't want to enter the hell pit of the harem.

In fact, he regretted it right after he said it. It was none of his business. He even thought that a woman like Gu Wanzhou, who was full of thoughts, might be eager to enter the palace.

And if he agreed, he would have to marry her. What's the point of marrying her? He doesn't like her.

It is not a good thing for both him and Gu Wanzhou.

He regretted it, but it was too late.

His behavior is equivalent to snatching a woman from the emperor. When it comes to government affairs, the emperor can be fair, but when it comes to women? Lust can blind one's mind, and the emperor's heart is hard to predict.

He didn't dare to gamble.

The word "turn around" made Ji Nanzheng sound like a military order. The sedan bearers trembled and quickly lifted the sedan and turned it around.

The sedan chair turned around, and the rest of the people followed suit and headed towards the Duke's Mansion.

"Miss, we're here." When they arrived at the gate of the Duke's Mansion, Bai Lu lifted the curtain of the sedan chair.

"Tell General Ji that my leg is cramped and I can't walk."

Bai Lu is not a talkative person. Although she was confused, she still walked up to Ji Nanzheng tremblingly and acted as a messenger.

After hearing this, Ji Nanzheng didn't say anything, but his eyes narrowed slightly and his hands clenched into fists behind his back.

After standing for a while, he walked towards the sedan chair.

"Gu Wanzhou!" Ji Nanzheng's voice sounded impatient.

"General, my leg is cramped and I can't walk." Wan Zhou lied with his eyes open.

"So what?" Ji Nanzheng suppressed his anger.

"I was just mad at those people. Every time I get mad, I get cramps, and I won't get better until I calm down. I was very mad today, and I won't get better in a while. I may need someone to carry me in." Wan Zhou pretended to press his chest.

Ji Nanzheng: "..."

Press your chest when your leg cramps?

What leg cramp? He was just trying to save face.

Ji Nanzheng stared at Wan Zhou with his eyes filled with anger. Wan Zhou responded with an innocent smile. Ji Nanzheng glared at Wan Zhou helplessly.

He glanced at the people in the square and sighed helplessly. Gu Wanzhou didn't care about face, but his Duke's Mansion still had face.

He was not aware of the protest against the marriage, but he also knew that without the Duke's Mansion's authorization, who would dare to do so? The Duke's Mansion was indeed not doing a good job in this matter.

"Ah!" Wan Zhou felt his body lose weight and felt dizzy.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already stepped out of the sedan chair, and was being held horizontally by Ji Nanzheng.

But the person holding me had a face darker than the clouds.

"Wow……"

"Wow wow..."

The people watching the excitement around them started to make a noise when they saw Ji Nanzheng carrying the bride out of the sedan chair. The young women in love were jealous and wished they could be Gu Wanzhou's souls.

Many people were shocked.

When those people in front were making trouble, General Ji stood still, as if it had nothing to do with him. The crowd of onlookers just started to speak harshly and unscrupulously because they saw Ji Nanzheng did nothing.

General Ji actually personally carried Gu Wanzhou out of the sedan chair, and it seemed that he would carry her into the mansion.

Isn’t this the wedding custom of Yan Country?

There were rumors everywhere that General Ji was going to cancel the engagement, but in the end he did not refuse.

Could it be that Gu Wanzhou really has won the favor of General Ji?

Wan Zhou leaned in Ji Nanzheng's arms, her lips slightly raised, "When I can walk by myself, you are causing trouble? Carry me in, just as if it is a chance for you to redeem yourself."

In this way, no one can still laugh at her for marrying into the Duke's Mansion with a flattering face.

She was very satisfied with the reaction of the onlookers. Of course, she had to create some atmosphere at this time. She climbed onto Ji Nanzheng's shoulders and closed the distance between them. To outsiders, Wan Zhou had her arms around Ji Nanzheng's neck and leaned against his chest, which was so ambiguous that it was unbearable to watch.

The ladies in the boudoirs were jealous and too shy to look. But no one wanted to miss this pleasing scene, but they didn't dare to look at it openly. They covered their eyes and looked funny.

Fortunately, there are many people who do this kind of thing, and everyone knows it tacitly, so there is no pot calling the kettle black.

"Bai Lu, share the wedding money with everyone. Also, give more wedding candies."

The maid threw the prepared wedding money bag to the crowd, and the onlookers swarmed to grab the wedding money.

Among those who were picking up coins, there was a middle-aged man who was tall and strong. He dug up the people around him with his buttocks and picked up several coins by himself.

Make money, make money, make a fortune.

He raised his money bag and shouted at the top of his voice: "Thank you, General's wife... I wish you and your wife a long and happy marriage."

After he finished speaking, another person who had picked up a big red envelope echoed: "May you have a baby soon..."

"A happy marriage will last a hundred years, and a precious son will be born soon..."

Those who found the money responded with smiles.

There's nothing we can do about it. The wedding gifts from other families only contain a few coins, but the Gu family's wedding gift contains at least dozens of coins. Money always makes people happy.

Looking at this grand blessing scene, Wan Zhou looked at Ji Nanzheng and said, "General, they are too obsessed with money, aren't they?"

Ji Nanzheng: "..."

Play fine.

After entering the gate of the Duke's Mansion, Wan Zhou looked embarrassed and said, "General, my foot seems to be healed."

It means she can go on her own.

Letting Ji Nanzheng carry her into the wedding hall would save face, but it would be embarrassing.

Besides, the Duchess will definitely be unhappy.

Forget it.

Ji Nanzheng wanted to throw Wan Zhou out immediately, and was about to let him go when he heard a sharp voice.

"Gu Wanzhou, get down here!"

Wan Zhou glanced at the orange-dressed woman walking not far away, turned over and grabbed Ji Nanzheng's shoulders: "General, I'm sorry, I still seem to be in some pain."