Fang Qianqian still shook his head, and Fan Jinzhi's face turned cold. He had been in official circles for a long time, and his ability to observe people's emotions was naturally better than Du Buhui's. The woman in front of him was definitely not asking for money in the name of a wedding banquet, but she was a bad person.
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"In that case, why don't you tell me." Fan Jinzhi's tone turned cold and he said calmly.
"Ten thousand taels." Fang Qianqian listened to the uproar of the people around him and continued unhurriedly, "Gold."
Fan Jinzhi almost carried him away in one breath, and shouted angrily, "You're too presumptuous, it's against your will. Come here, I'll catch this female thief who talks so openly."
"Hee hee, why did he become a female thief in such a blink of an eye? The official is really telling lies with his eyes open." Fang Qianqian looked at the soldiers rushing around with a smile. She was confident and confident. Such a scene was big enough.
Yang Yiran was so anxious that there was no blood in the wedding banquet, otherwise it would be a bad omen. Although Cheng Yujia is not his biological daughter, there is still a knot in his heart. If Cheng Yujia marries into the palace, it will be her destiny.
A side issue arose along the way, which will make it difficult for Cheng Yujia to hold his head high in the future.
Yang Yiran bowed repeatedly to the woman holding the sword and prayed, "Two generals, please help me on my little girl's face. Don't hurt anyone. Don't hurt anyone."
"General?" Fang Qianqian said with a mocking smile, "The real general will be far away in Muzhou. Huh, can any cat or dog be called a general?"
"You are looking for death." The murderous aura of the woman holding the sword surged, and she stared at Fang Qianqian coldly. Fang Qianqian looked like her beauty was pale, patted her tall chest, and exclaimed, "Ah, so fierce, so scary, Brother Si."
help me!"
Si Youjuan's eyelids twitched. If he were the one facing him, he might not be able to bear it long ago.
Although the woman holding the sword is indifferent, she is not stupid. How could she not see that the two people in front of her are just trying to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble, and their intentions are clear. They are people in the Du Mansion. Instead of dragging their feet, it is better to cut through the mess with a quick knife. Thoughts
Here, the woman holding the sword snorted coldly, spit out the light of the sword, and was about to take action, no matter life or death. Suddenly, Fang Qianqian bowed and said solemnly, "I told you the 10,000 taels of gold. Don't take it seriously. I
It's just a joke."
"Are you kidding me? This girl's joke has gone too far." Fan Jinzhi said coldly.
"The little girl has no other meaning. She is just not worthy of taking care of Miss Cheng. Miss Cheng is good-looking and kind-hearted. She has saved so many people in the past. She is simply a living Bodhisattva in Panyan Town. No one else will fight for such a girl."
I can't even find a lantern, but look at it, folks," Fang Qianqian pointed at the two sword-holding women and said angrily, "It's okay if your master doesn't come to greet the bride. Now the sedan chair is about to come in, and he hasn't come out to pick her up yet.
Bride, how can you be such a bully? What I know is that Miss Cheng is getting married, but those who don’t know think she bought a servant girl from where she was. Why do you, a big family member of the Yang family, have no backbone at all? Let’s comment, right?
Is this the truth?"
These well-founded words left Fan Jinzhi speechless. Du Buhui gritted his teeth and sucked air. The crowd was talking and pointing. Yang Yiran felt countless scornful glances on his back.
The old man's face turned red, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl in. Isn't this just selling a daughter for glory? It would be fine if it was his own daughter, but this Cheng Yujia, hey, how could anything be so cheap in the world? Yang Yiran turned around and glanced at the silence.
He gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and said cruelly, "Although the Yang family is just a small family, and Yujia is just an old adopted daughter, what this heroine said makes sense. Today is the day when my daughter is leaving the palace, although she is not as good as you."
You are noble, but you cannot allow your little girl to be wronged. If you are old and decrepit, you are sent here. If you want to marry your little girl, let the prince come to marry you in person."
"Hey, Mr. Yang, why are you doing this..." Fan Jinzhi advised.
Yang Yiran simply gave up and looked at Fan Jinzhi with a resolute look on his face, with no intention of retreating. Fan Jinzhi was in a dilemma. This old man had a good reputation. If he really wanted to admit it, he would be very difficult to persuade, and Fan Jinzhi did not dare to use force.
In the future, this person will be a legitimate relative of the emperor. I am a ninth-grade sesame official, so it is best not to feel uncomfortable.
Fang Qianqian knew it and waved her hands, shouting crisply, "Come out and pick her up, come out and pick her up!"
Gradually, someone responded, and the voices became louder and louder. They gathered in one place, and the momentum was not weak. At about this moment, in the hearts of the onlookers, it was the person who came out to pick up the people who valued the people of Panyan Town.
A kind of prayer like looking up, letting the superior person take a look, even a little kindness and a smile, it is enough to fill the little expectation in the heart.
Fan Jinzhi was stunned. The people's will was a bit tricky, but the most important thing was the thoughts of the man in the mansion. If he made his own opinions, it would be no joke to upset that man. Fan Jinzhi lowered his voice and said, "Go to the mansion."
I'll tell you, do you know what to say?"
Du Buhui broke into a cold sweat and asked in a trembling voice, "What should ordinary people... say?"
Fan Jinzhi glared at Du Buhui and scolded, "Of course I am telling the truth. Mr. Yang wants to follow Fuzhou's marriage rules. This is his own family matter. Do you need to worry about anything else?"
Du Buhui's eyes lit up and he was secretly dumbfounded. Sure enough, they were all old foxes in the officialdom. They were already proficient in protecting themselves wisely. Du Buhui sighed as he ran inside. He had no official status. Don't look at what Fan Jinzhi saw a few days ago.
He was being polite, but if something really happened, he would just come and go as soon as he was called. Du Buhui also became ruthless, and must take this opportunity to climb up the giant tree and the old man Ya
If there is some shade left in the gap, it will be enough for the Du family's fish to leap over the dragon's gate.
Du Buhui was whirling with his thoughts and didn't notice that someone was coming towards him. He was still walking with his head down, when he heard someone coughing. Du Buhui hurriedly raised his head, his body trembled, his legs went weak, and he was about to kneel down on the ground.
Someone shouted in a deep voice, "Get out of the way!"
Du Buhui rolled to the side, nodded and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Xu."
"What's so noisy outside the house?" the prefect of Songhai named Xu Wenda asked in a deep voice.
"Here, hey, someone is teasing Mr. Yang to insist that the prince go to the front door of the mansion to welcome the bride in person. The villain is so soft-spoken that he has no choice but to come here to report the matter."
"Humph, what a nonsense, where is Fan Jinzhi?"
"Mr. Yang, things are different now, and Mr. Fan can't make the decision." Du Buhui said with a grimace, taking a peek at the handsome man with a slight smile in the middle.
Xu Wenda was about to reprimand when he heard the man say slowly, "Master Xu, there is no need to be angry.