"Change your clothes." Shen Yan said.

The bride gaped, stepped back warily and asked, "who are you? Why do you want to get married instead of me? "

Shen Yan didn't want to, so he said, "I'm the admirer of the third prince."

There was a knock on the door, and a mammy urged: "girl, have you had a good rest? It's time to go. "

Shen Yan Piao an eye room door, low voice way: "don't change again too late."

It's a matter of urgency.

The bride did not care to think about it any more. As she sent the mother away, she casually took off her wedding dress and asked, "do you know my family life?"

"I don't know." Shen Yan changed his clothes and made a firm decision at the same time.

The bride was stunned. She just asked casually, how could she ever think that this surrogate really didn't know her identity.

Ah, even if she didn't know her identity, she was in a hurry to get married for her. What a fanatical and mentally disabled admirer of the third prince.

"My name is Wenya. I'm miss Wendi." Time is urgent, the bride picked the key introduction, "Wen family is a family of generals, guarding the border throughout the year.". I grew up at the border, and I know some Kung Fu. "

Gentle?

Shen Yan couldn't help looking at the bride more.

Although he had met a little girl named "gentle" for more than a lifetime, he could never remember what other people looked like.

Of course, looks are not the key. The point is that someone who has been in contact with him for several generations obviously has something to do with him.

But what is the origin?

Shen Yan has no memory of his past, so he can't understand the key to it. What's more, he didn't have a chance to think more. The mammy outside couldn't wait to push the door directly.

Shen Yan quickly put the red cap on his head, and Wenya quickly ran through the window.

"Excuse me for being rude, girl." Mammy came into the room and helped Shen Yan out.

"No problem." Shen Yan squeezed his voice to reply.

He got a general idea of his current situation from his mother.

Wenya married from the border to the capital without any relatives. The mothers who followed her were all sent by the emperor, so they were independent and helpless.

But that's not a bad thing.

At least it shows that people in Beijing don't understand gentleness, and it's not easy to be seen through by others if they pretend to be a little girl.

Out of the inn, Xipo will carry the bride to the sedan chair.

Shen Yan just lies on Xipo's back, and the latter directly kneels down.

"Oh, girl, why are you so heavy?" Xipo complained endlessly, and her waist flashed.

Shen Yan chuckled. He is a man. Of course, he is heavy. He coughed, squeezed his voice and said, "Mammy, I'd better get on the sedan chair myself."

"How can that be? No rules Mammy frowned and felt that the wild girl from outside didn't know how to be polite, so she could make such a rough request.

However, Xipo had already twisted her waist and couldn't move.

Mammy thought for a moment, gritted her teeth and said, "come here, girl. I'll carry you to the sedan chair."

The corners of Shen Yan's mouth gasped, and he felt that the burly old woman could not carry herself. He pointed his voice, reserved way: "Mammy, I'm very heavy."

Mammy said, "don't grin! I can carry you

Shen Yan couldn't, so he had to go.

Then, Mammy was also pressed prone, ouch straight call.

The people around were shocked, and the welcoming team was numb.

Miss Wen looks very small. Is it so solid?