"These two kilograms of gold alone are worth one hundred and sixty taels of silver, and what is truly valuable is the workmanship. Just the meticulous and exquisite workmanship alone is worth an additional ten taels of silver."
"This is one hundred and seventy taels. The nineteen pearls on it are the real big head."
"Five hundred taels of silver is definitely more than that, at least eight hundred taels! And makeup-inducing buns of this level cannot be bought with money. Just hiring top craftsmen is a big problem, so a thousand taels of silver is also
It can be sold.”
A thousand taels of silver for a make-up bun...
This Liu Yu is really willing to spend money on women.
You know, even if it is an official or aristocratic marriage, the makeup-inducing flower bun worn by the bride may not be worth so much money.
Although Zheng Qingyun hates Liu Yu, he was still shocked when he saw the bejeweled make-up bun.
On the other hand, Zhao Huan was extremely calm.
The so-called makeup-inducing flower bun is actually the bride's headwear. Liu Yu's set is indeed worth a thousand taels of silver.
Gold is second, mainly those pearls and emeralds. Although "planting water" is very eye-catching, the styles are rare.
These days, whether jade is worth anything has nothing to do with the "color and luster" of future generations.
Good jade, pays attention to "beautiful ancient rare".
The beautiful jade is flawless, in perfect condition, ancient and rare.
This Zhao Yu was able to get the materials together, and even Zhao Huan couldn't help but secretly sigh, this is a typical example of "loving beauty but not the country".
For a moment, the eyes of everyone present were focused on Zhao Huan.
The servant immediately started laughing in a weird manner.
"how?!"
"Prince Ding, please don't throw away money directly. That would be too tacky."
"In Bianjing, there are many people who can spend a thousand taels of silver, but those who can create this top-notch makeup-enhancing flower bun are rare."
"Prince Ding wants to overpower my young master, so the treasure he takes out must not only be valuable, but must also have excellent workmanship, be cherished enough, and have a meaningful meaning."
"Hehehe, if the prince can't get it out, there's no need to force it."
The neighbors gathered outside the door couldn't help but shake their heads, feeling that Zhao Huan was basically out of luck.
Maybe there is a treasure hidden in Prince Ding's palace, but if it is a treasure that has nothing to do with marriage, even if it is taken out, it will not suppress Liu Yu.
Except for people like Liu Yu who spend all their time studying women, who serious person would spend a lot of money to store wedding gifts at home?
Everyone also began to persuade him.
"My lord, there is no need to worry, there is no shame even if you lose."
"This bet is too unfair. Mr. Liu is clearly calculating on his own and not on his own."
"Even if we rush to make makeup-inducing flower buns now, it's too late. We're doomed to lose."
Zheng Qingyun also frowned slightly and quickly comforted Zhao Huan.
"It's okay, Your Majesty... At worst, the servants will not have to leave the house in the future."
"The slave family is hiding in the palace. Liu Yu can't break into the palace and harass the slave family, right?"
Zhao Huan reached out and touched Zheng Qingyun's decisive little face, and smiled knowingly: "Silly girl, doesn't that mean you are under house arrest?"
"How can I let you suffer such injustice?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Huan reached out and called Chang Fu to his side, whispered a few words briefly, and then waved his hand.
"Go and get the gold-pinned hijab."
"Eh!"
Changfu responded and ran away without looking back.
Zheng Qingyun was surprised. He looked at Zhao Huan blankly and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
The gold hijab, like the make-up bun, is one of the three gifts given by the man during the wedding.
Unless it's the eve of the wedding, no one will prepare this kind of thing in advance.
The prince has no reason, how can he have a wedding gift?!
Could it be that...
The prince was not perfunctory from beginning to end. He really wanted to marry her, so...
When he thought of this, Zheng Qingyun's face instantly turned red, his breathing quickened, and his heart was filled with happiness.
But at this moment, Liu Yu's laughter spread throughout the Liu family compound.
"Hahaha!"
"Pin gold hijab?"
"Among the three gifts, which one is the cheapest? Prince Ding, Prince Ding, as expected of you, you are indeed stingy."
"With a fussy person like you, which woman would be willing to marry you? It's no wonder that the princess is still wearing ragged clothes. Anyone who marries you will be wronged!"
Liu Yu's ridicule was not groundless. After all, something like a gold hijab is just a piece of red cloth. How can it be expensive no matter how expensive it is?
Even if the whole body is woven with gold thread, the weight is only a few taels. Moreover, the hijab needs to be red. Even if the queen is getting married, it is impossible to use a gold hijab.
Liu Yu originally thought that Zhao Huan could last for a few more rounds, but unexpectedly, he lost completely in the first round.
"Humph, you are really overestimating your own abilities when comparing your financial resources with this young master!"
"Miss Zheng, do you understand now that who you marry is your real destination?"
Faced with Liu Yu's overtures of affection, Zheng Qingyun simply ignored her. She didn't like being stared at by men other than Zhao Huan.
So he simply hid behind Zhao Huan to avoid Liu Yu's dirty eyes.
Not long after, Changfu ran back panting, also holding a brocade box.
Zhao Huan opened the lid with his own hands, revealing the bright red gold-pinned hijab inside, and smiled at Zheng Qingyun.
"You don't have to wait too long, this gold pin hijab will be used on you."
"After all, it is a newlywed thing, so you can only look at it, but you can't touch it yet."
Zheng Qingyun covered her mouth, her eyes filled with tears. She never dreamed that Zhao Huan had secretly prepared all the wedding items.
"Your Majesty..."
"How can a slave be so virtuous..."
Liu Yu pretended to glance into the brocade box, his mouth almost turned to the sky.
"It took a long time, and that's it?!"
"I'm afraid it's not even worth ten taels of silver!"
"Ms. Zheng, are you being fooled by this kind of thing?"
Facing Liu Yu's doubts, Zheng Qingyun's gentle face suddenly froze, and he immediately refuted: "Even if it is worthless, to me, it is still a priceless treasure."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yu's face fell instantly, and he cursed in his heart, what kind of ecstasy soup did Zhao Huan, this bastard, pour into Zheng Qingyun, so that he was so confused that he was deceived.
But it doesn’t matter!
As long as he can trample Zhao Huan under his feet, there will be plenty of time in the future, and he doesn't believe he can't capture Zheng Qingyun's trust.
Liu Yu immediately pointed the finger at Zhao Huan and snorted: "You lost!"
The servants on the side began to make noises.
"Why is it that your prince is comparing himself to my young master? He has to compare financial resources. Isn't this humiliating himself?"
"Hahaha, it's not shameful to lose to my young master!"
"This is a piece of crap, not to mention the young master, even I can afford it!"
"The prince is marrying a concubine, and he prepares such a thing? It's not embarrassing or blind."
Zhao Huan was not angry either, and said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Liu doesn't know his stuff."
"Take a closer look."
"But the dirty talk is ahead. You can only look at it but not touch it. If you get Qingyun's hijab dirty, be careful, I will chop off your hands."