Chapter 6

Sweat beads as large as beans rolled down, and Suhad trembled all over, almost falling to the ground. E'erde seemed to ignore Suhad's reaction, slowly turned around, and said indifferently, "Suhad, immediately gather the Green Camp troops and follow me to capture the rebel Fang De."

"Understood, I will obey!"

Knowing that he had just walked through the gates of death, E'erde's order for him to lead the troops to capture Fang De was a chance for him to redeem himself. Gratefully bowing to E'erde, Suhad shouted, "Men, pass my order, gather all the Green Camp soldiers."

At this time, although the bureaucracy was corrupt and the army was no longer as fierce as before, the army was still the army. Even in its most corrupt state, it was much stronger than ordinary civilians. E'erde and Suhad looked down at the thousands of Green Camp soldiers, and Suhad, full of spirit, said to E'erde, "Sir, rest assured, the brothers will capture the entire Fang family."

Leaving aside E'erde's preparations to capture Fang De, let's talk about the festive scene at the Fang residence. Fang Xiaoyu had only returned home from Shaolin three days ago and had not yet figured out what was happening when he was suddenly about to get married.

Dressed in a new groom's outfit, Fang Xiaoyu wore a bitter smile. He still remembered that three days after returning, he was informed that Fang De and Miao Cuifang had arranged a marriage for him. The reason Zhi Shan Chan Master allowed him and Fang Shiyu to leave the mountain was because Miao Cuifang had written a letter to Zhi Shan Chan Master.

This year, Fang Xiaoyu was exactly twenty-one years old, an age when it was indeed time to start a family and a career in this era. However, Fang Xiaoyu never expected that the Fang family would be marrying into the Lei family.

Having seen the movie about Fang Shiyu, Fang Xiaoyu naturally knew that the Lei family was a powerful force in Guangzhou, especially Lei Laohu, who was notoriously brutal. As for Lei Tingting, who was about to marry him, he had to admit that she was undoubtedly a beauty of her generation, with a face that could topple a kingdom. However, he never thought that Lei Tingting, who was supposed to have a marriage with Fang Shiyu, would end up marrying him because of his arrival.

Looking at Fang Shiyu, who was excitedly circling around him, Fang Xiaoyu could only silently apologize. In this era, a marriage arranged by parents and matchmakers was binding. Unless he died, Lei Tingting would be his wife in life and his ghost in death, and no one could change that.

Riding a tall horse, Fang Xiaoyu felt like a puppet. This was his first marriage in both his past and present life, and he felt a mix of anticipation and excitement.

If everything went as planned, Lei Tingting in this world should look about 90% like Li Damei, known as the most beautiful woman in Hong Kong. When he worked as a production assistant, Li Damei was the object of his fantasies. He never thought he would one day be able to hold this goddess in his arms.

Over the years, Fang Xiaoyu had noticed that the appearance of Fang Shiyu in this world was only about 90% similar to the actor who played him. Even Miao Cuifang and Fang De were extremely similar to their actors.

This observation made Fang Xiaoyu feel relieved and excited. At least from Fang Shiyu, he could see that this world, derived from the movie, had optimized the characters. Lei Tingting's appearance was extremely similar to Li Damei, and after the world's optimization, she was probably even more beautiful than Li Damei at her best.

Thinking about this, Fang Xiaoyu felt a surge of anticipation, eager to see the beauty that surpassed Li Damei.

The sedan chair stopped in front of the Lei residence, where the Lei family was also celebrating. Firecrackers exploded with a loud noise, creating a festive atmosphere.

Dressed in formal attire, Lei Laohu, with a ruddy face and a large belly, smiled broadly at him. Beside Lei Laohu was a beautiful woman, his wife, Li Xiaohuan.

Dismounting from the horse, Fang Xiaoyu respectfully greeted Lei Laohu and Li Xiaohuan, "I, the son-in-law, pay my respects to Father-in-law and Mother-in-law."

Lei Laohu laughed heartily, patting Fang Xiaoyu's shoulder with his fleshy hand, "Damn it, you better treat my Tingting well, or I'll break your damn legs."

True to his reputation, Lei Laohu spoke rudely. Fang Xiaoyu wondered how his father could tolerate Lei Laohu's style.

Li Xiaohuan, on the other hand, looked him up and down with a satisfied expression, saying, "Xiaoyu, I entrust Tingting to you. I hope you two will have a harmonious marriage and live happily ever after."

After a series of formalities, Fang Xiaoyu finally welcomed the bride into the sedan chair. With a shout, the sedan chair was lifted, and Fang Xiaoyu, riding his horse, headed for the Fang residence.

The streets were crowded with people, and Fang Xiaoyu kept bowing to the crowd. After a long time, the sedan chair finally stopped at the Fang residence.

Following the etiquette, Fang Xiaoyu kicked the door of the sedan chair and helped Lei Tingting down.

In the large courtyard, many wealthy merchants and officials from Guangzhou gathered. Under the witness of many people, Fang Xiaoyu and Lei Tingting bowed to heaven and earth, becoming a married couple, sharing both good and bad times.

Unlike the bustling front yard, the quiet bridal chamber made Fang Xiaoyu feel a bit nervous.

Even after nearly ten years, when Fang Xiaoyu looked at his own face in the bronze mirror, a voice always reminded him of his past.

"If everything goes as planned, this is the time when E'erde would bring people to search for Fang De and the Red Flower Society's membership list. I wonder when E'erde will arrive."

Muttering to himself, Fang Xiaoyu felt a sense of unease. After sending Lei Tingting to the bridal chamber, Fang Xiaoyu left the room and clapped his hands.

Soon, a figure appeared before Fang Xiaoyu. The person was agile, clearly a skilled martial artist.

Fang Xiaoyu asked, "How is the information you were asked to gather? Have any nobles from the capital entered Guangzhou?"

The person replied respectfully, "Young Master, a few days ago, our people noticed a group coming from the north with a Beijing accent. They entered the Guangzhou General's Office. After we bribed them, we found out that one of them was the Commander of the Nine Gates, E'erde."

Fang Xiaoyu's heart raced, and he clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination. He waved his hand and said, "You may go. Stay alert and don't let your guard down."

Looking at the darkening sky, Fang Xiaoyu sighed, "The storm is coming. But this is good. E'erde, I have trained for nearly ten years, all for the day I can defeat you myself. I hope you don't disappoint me. This time, with me here, you won't be able to capture Fang De."

In the original plot, E'erde captured Fang De and was about to execute him when Fang Shiyu rescued him from the execution ground. But this time, with Fang Xiaoyu's involvement, it would be difficult for E'erde to capture Fang De easily.

As the night grew quiet and the sounds from the front yard gradually faded, Fang Xiaoyu stared at the delicate face before him, lost in thought.