A figure in the procession of sending off the bride was as fast as lightning, stabbing Si Youjuan who was standing in the middle of the road. Si Youjuan's eyes tightened, and he took out a short blade hidden in his waist with his backhand and faced it, and heard a crisp sound.
There was a sound, and the figure landed firmly on the ground, but Si Youjuan took two steps back before standing up, with a frosty mask on his face, and stared angrily at the person in front of him, who was none other than a sword-wielding woman guarding the sedan chair.
The long sword in the woman's hand pointed at Si Youjuan and asked coldly: "Who are you?"
"Here comes another one. It doesn't matter. I don't want to change my name, but I don't want to change my surname. Fu Cong Si Youjuan, who are you?"
"Hmph, you don't deserve to know my name." The woman scolded coldly, ignoring Si Youjuan, looking at the crowd behind Si Youjuan, and said coldly, "Come out."
"Hehe, hehe, you saw it." Fang Qianqian jumped out of the crowd, stuck out his tongue, winked at Si Youjuan, and said with a smile, "I blame you, stupid! You must have suffered a loss!
"
Si Youjuan coughed and his face turned red. He was already embarrassed after losing just one move. He was also teased by Fang Qianqian, and his face was really hot.
"Sister, don't be angry, we are here because of your reputation, and we are here to congratulate you."
"Wantless, who is your sister!?" The woman looked at Fang Qianqian contemptuously, with a cold look on her face.
Fang Qianqian, however, was heartless. She was still smiling and not angry. She smiled and said: "Oh, I made a mistake. Seeing as you are not old, maybe you are still a younger sister."
"Looking for death!" The woman's pretty face sank, and she was about to attack, but suddenly she heard the silent woman next to the sedan chair say flatly: "Since you are here to congratulate me, it's hard to turn away the door, but are you like this for congratulations?"
"Hehe, we have come with generous gifts. If this is not considered a congratulation, then you are too cautious."
"Oh, what kind of gift?"
Fang Qianqian looked at Si Youjuan, who said angrily: "What are you watching me do? I have no money!"
"How stingy." Fang Qianqian rolled her eyes at Si Youjuan, took out a sun-moon stone from her arms, held it in the palm of her hand, and said softly, "How about it, we are very sincere."
"What's so rare about a piece of broken stone!" Du Buhui laughed.
"Although the stone is broken, it must be more than enough to replace your Du family's property." Fang Qianqian said proudly.
"A shameless talk..."
"The Yang Yue Stone is indeed very impressive." The woman next to the sedan chair flew down in front of Fang Qianqian, looked at the Yang Yue Stone in Fang Qianqian's palm, a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes, and she said lightly, "This is my congratulations.
, then please come inside."
Du Buhui opened his mouth, but after looking at the cold face of the woman holding the sword, he swallowed the words on his lips and looked dejectedly at the servant of the Du family who fell on the ground and did not know whether he was alive or dead.
"Hey, of course you have to go in, but I haven't given you the wedding money yet."
The woman holding the sword raised her eyebrows, and the chill grew. Yang Yiran asked bravely: "Little girl, how much money do you plan to ask for for your wedding? You are an old man, but you have some money left at home. Heroine, please speak frankly, I am determined.
The heroine will not return empty-handed, but you see the auspicious moment is coming soon, so don’t miss it."
Fang Qianqian glanced at Yang Yiran, grabbed Yang Yueshi back with her backhand, and shouted sweetly: "You are a married woman, not a bride, what kind of money should I ask for from you?"
"It doesn't matter if you can't find a talent." Du Buhui responded coldly with a dark face.
"Hey, is it love that Mr. Du is getting married?" Fang Qianqian teased.
Du Buhui's face became even more ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Of course I am not getting married, but I am still a person walking in front of the house, so I still have the final say in this matter."
"Haha, hehe, being a slave makes you feel so at ease. You don't feel ashamed but feel proud. It's not that rare anymore. If I call you Lord Du, you really treat yourself like a green onion."
"You..." Du Buhui's face turned blue. As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner. Even if he is a dog, he is still a dog with a different identity. Being scolded like this in public, even if he can bear it, he cannot fall.
That person's name.
Someone in the crowd laughed loudly. Although the Du family is a prosperous and prosperous family in Panyan Town, it is far less respected than the Yang family. Today is the day when the Yang family is prosperous. If someone makes trouble, naturally the villagers will speak out.
Many people gently advised Fang Qianqian and Si Youjuan not to push too far, and some people yelled and scolded them, telling them to get out of the way quickly, but their words were not very nice. Si Youjuan sneered and said nothing, and Fang Qianqian was afraid.
The world is not in chaos, but the bigger things are, the better.
At this moment, a solemn and solemn voice came from the door of the mansion: "Who is making noise outside? Why hasn't the bride come in yet?" Following the voice, a middle-aged man wearing official uniforms with a long beard came out.
, broad forehead and straight nose, somewhat dignified and majestic, it was none other than Fan Jinzhi, the magistrate of Leping County.
"Master Fan," Du Buhui bowed quickly, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Some unruly people are making trouble and are blocking the sedan chair to prevent them from entering..."
Fan Jinzhi's face darkened, he glanced at Du Buhui, and shouted in a low voice, "If you can't handle such a trivial matter well, what's the point? If someone makes trouble, just arrest him. I have the authority to make the decision. You
What are you still afraid of?"
Du Buhui secretly glanced at the servant of the Du family who was still lying on the ground with a sad face. He thought to himself that he didn't want to arrest the person. It was obvious that he couldn't be arrested. If he could, he would have arrested him earlier.
Fan Jinzhi coughed and said eloquently: "Why did you two block the sedan chair? What crime should you do if you ignore the law?"
Fang Qianqian burst out laughing, holding her stomach and saying, "Oh, sir, please don't scare me. I'm just asking for some money, and I haven't done anything illegal."
Fan Jinzhi frowned and glared at Du Buhui. These trivial matters required the magistrate of the county to personally handle these small matters. As expected, a small country man in the mountains could not get on the stage. Du Buhui mentally scolded all the eighteen generations of Fang Qianqian's ancestors.
Over and over again, I wish I could eat Fang Qianqian alive, but now I have to keep my smile on my face and look embarrassed.
Giving money to please people is a custom in Fuzhou. Fan Jinzhi is a county official, so he naturally knows that. His expression softened slightly, he nodded and said with a smile: "So that's it. Why, don't they want to give money to please this girl? Come on, give it to this girl.
It’s a gift of money, and the visitor is a guest, so you can’t neglect it.”
"I gave it to her, but she didn't want it."
"What's going on?" Fan Jinzhi asked with a frown.
"She thinks it's too little." Du Buhui replied with a sad face.
"Not enough?" Fan Jinzhi laughed angrily, stared at Fang Qianqian and asked, "How much Xiyin do you want?"
Fang Qianqian chuckled, stretched out a finger, shook it left and right, and looked at Fan Jinzhi calmly. Fan Jinzhi touched his beard and asked tentatively: "One hundred taels?"
Fang Qianqian shook her head.
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