This will be his wedding room.

Chen Qishan glanced at it, turned around and strode away, without a trace of joy on his face.

The etiquette of welcoming relatives is very cumbersome, and when the time comes, Chen Qishan personally takes people and carries a sedan chair to Yufu to welcome the bride.

The journey was very smooth, and it was very smooth all the way to Yufu.

When he arrived at Yu's mansion, he did the entrance ceremony, and met the people of the Yu family, Chen Qishan, who saw his bride.

The other party was wearing a bright red wedding dress, each of them was short, and her head was covered with a veil head, so she couldn't see her face.

The bride is crying for marriage, which is also part of the etiquette.

Chen Qishan stood aside, listening to the woman crying and getting married, telling her parents about her nurturing grace over the years, and promising to be filial to her parents after marriage.

At this moment, Chen Qishan felt a gaze fall on him, somewhat familiar, a low and harmless gaze.

He looked up and chased after him, and soon came into contact with a man with a smile and a gentle expression.

It's Yu Shijie, the other party is wearing bright colors today, maybe because of the Yu family's happy event.

Facing his straightforward, smiling eyes, Chen Qishan couldn't show a smile, and there was still some unpleasantness in his heart.

He couldn't tell what was wrong.

This was the first time he couldn't barely smile in front of Yu Shijie, and even had the audacity to divert his gaze, looking too lazy to pay attention to the other party, expressionless, and a little willful.

picked up the bride and got on the sedan chair, and Chen Qishan returned the same way.

Many people waited in Chen's mansion, including his close friends and bureaucrats close to the DPRK and China.

The sound of firecrackers sounded, and the bride arrived.

Chen Qishan took the red silk in his hand, and the quiet woman beside him worshiped heaven and earth, high hall, and worshiped each other, and sent them directly into the cave room.

On this day, Chen Qishan drank a lot.

The smile on his face was very bright, as if he was very happy.

Jiang Zebei and Chen Mengtian, who were sitting not far away, didn't feel good when they saw him like this.

Others can't see it, but they can clearly see how reluctant and bitter the smile on Chen Qishan's face is.

Especially Jiang Zebei can't understand that since ancient times, the words of the matchmaker of the parents' orders often abound when the husband and wife meet on the day of marriage.

Although Chen Qishan said that he had never been a bride, he didn't have any expectations when he came, and the look in his eyes was very weird, and he couldn't express the feeling.

His body is intact and he can be like a normal man.

Jiang Zebei couldn't see Chen Qishan like this, so he said hello to Zhu Ziyue who was not far away, and left with Chen Mengtian.

……

Sitting in the carriage, Chen Mengtian held his chin and stared at Jiang Zebei, who had an unhappy face beside him.

"So unhappy?"

She reached out to smooth out the wrinkle between the man's brows.

Jiang Zebei stopped her, reached out to hold her soft, and his voice was a little low: "Qishan is not happy." ”

"It's not happy, he looks like he didn't marry someone he likes."

"Huh?" Jiang Zebei narrowed his eyes and looked at her puzzled.

"Chen Qishan's behavior tonight is a little strange, the gaze under his eyes is throbbing and painful, as if he has a crush, but this is my guess."

Jiang Zebei listened to her words.

recalled Chen Qishan's various behaviors tonight, as well as the various emotions on his face.

Although the other party was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes, and there was something deep hidden in it.

It wasn't very clear before, but now after listening to Chen Mengtian's words, Jiang Zebei seems to understand something.