"You are not allowed to call me father-in-law, you must call me Taoist priest."
The more Situ Kongkong looked at Ouyang Sufeng, the uglier he became. His facial features were abnormal, his eyes were dark, his eyes were too aligned, his lips were too dark, and his eyebrows were sinister...
I feel that there is nothing good about him and he is not worthy of his daughter who is rich in gold and jade.
"Yes, Taoist Priest."
As soon as Ouyang Sufeng called Taoist Master, Situ Kongkong became unhappy again and glared at him with a blue face.
"Go back and ask your father to hire a matchmaker to propose marriage. The process of three matchmakers and six appointments is indispensable, lest people say we have no rules, and we have to beat gongs and drums to let the people in the city know that the marriage between our two families was granted by the emperor.
I don’t know how to sneak around in alleys. The invitation to His Royal Highness must be made of gold and weigh nine taels and nine cents."
The prince had an idea for his daughter, and Situ Kongkong, who was not at a disadvantage, felt disgusted and went back. Nine taels, nine cents, and nine cents are homophonic to the word "jiu", which means that Ouyang Sufeng and his daughter can last forever, but when used on the prince, it is ironic.
What's the use of "longing" for people who don't live long? One less breath means one less breath. When the time comes, you still have to die. People must learn to accept their fate!
It's so vicious that instead of giving the prince face, he slaps him in the face. This arrogant Imperial Master is really very small-minded and doesn't show any sympathy.
"Yes." Ouyang Sufeng could breathe a sigh of relief. His mother would finally stop nagging in his ears and find a bunch of ladies from well-known families that she liked and forced him to look at her.
When he heard that he was going to be given a solid gold wedding invitation worth nine taels, nine cents, and nine cents, Long Zhongjue, who was already choked by Situ Kongkong, immediately became furious, slammed the door and left with a dark face.
As soon as the prince left, the suffocating atmosphere in the box became lighter. The Yanfu brothers and sisters had obviously relieved smiles on their faces, and there was more admiration in their eyes when they looked at the Taoist uncle.
"What is it? You should be very obedient. Have you ever asked me if I want to get married? Dad! Are you my biological father? I haven't even had your daughter yet, so you have to judge her.
You are such a good father for selling me." Situ Qingqing said displeased.
It seemed that they all knew about this, but she was kept in the dark. The feeling was sour and choking.
As soon as his daughter exposed him, Situ Kongkong, who had looked arrogant just now, immediately turned from a tiger into a kitten, and said with a guilty smile: "I'm not asking you to marry as soon as you want. It will take time to prepare the dowry, and it will be after your birthday at the earliest.
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"The rules of my grandfather's family are that marriage is proposed at the age of sixteen and the court leaves the court at the age of eighteen. Fifteen is too young." When the marriage was mentioned, Situ Qingqing's youngest daughter also showed her attitude and struggled a little.
Before that, she had never thought about getting married. She always thought that she would have to wait for several cousins to get married before it would be her turn. She had plenty of time to think and see more and find a man she liked.
There was a time when she thought that she might as well not get married, otherwise there would be no one to take care of her father when he gets old. Although he seems to be a kind and gentle man, he is actually very difficult to take care of. He has the temper of a big man but refuses to admit it.
"Your surname is Situ, but not Yan. You are the daughter of my Situ Kongkong. We don't follow rules in our family, so we can be happy no matter how happy we are. When we marry into the Marquis Mansion, we don't have to serve our parents-in-law. If that guy Ouyang Zhanbai dares to say anything wrong to you, your father will
I'll beat him to death immediately. Paper lanterns are all over the street to see if he wants to hang them red or white."
If Ouyang Zhanbai heard these words, he would be so angry that he would vomit a vat of blood. He has been away from the devil of the Imperial Master for more than ten years, why is he still entangled with him?
The Marquis is respected by everyone, but when he meets the Imperial Master, he becomes a little brother who is summoned here and there.
"Dad, can I not get married?" What's the fun in getting married? It's more uncomfortable than being a girl, with parents-in-law, sisters-in-law and uncles all in trouble.
"Imperial edict, imperial edict, have you seen it? The imperial edict has been issued. How dare you not marry?" Situ Kongkong picked up the bright yellow scroll again and scratched his back, not taking it seriously.
"Dad, I am your daughter. I don't know you, but I don't know you. If you take the imperial edict back and exchange it for a load of gold, there is no chance that the emperor will agree to it." Although her father is unreliable, he is still reliable. She has never met him.
Things that can't be done.
Yes! But he didn’t want to be ridiculed by the emperor. He said he wanted wind to get wind and rain to get rain. The Imperial Master who dared to threaten even the emperor was actually afraid of a fourteen-year-old girl. He was so shameless.
It's thick and thick, but it can also make you smell.
Situ Kongkong didn't show his face to his daughter and tried his best to please her, but when he looked at someone, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he slapped someone on the back. That look seemed to say, "You bastard, my wife."
It’s almost gone but it won’t move!
"Qing'er, don't you want to marry me?" Ouyang Sufeng was pushed from behind by his father-in-law, and his blood suddenly surged, and the faint smell of blood overflowed from his mouth.
"Well……"
Why do I feel so cold?
Ouyang Sufeng received another slap and had to ask again: "If you don't want to marry me, who do you want to marry?"
If you don’t nod, my insides will be shattered by your father. Is there such a thing as forcing a son-in-law?
"I... never thought about getting married..." Is it getting colder and colder today? Otherwise, why did she feel cold from the soles of her feet to her back?
"You can consider me, I will be very, very good to you."
Don't dare to be bad.
"This..." He seemed nice, and he smelled good.
"Then it's settled, we're married."
Settle it!
"Ah?" Situ Qingqing was completely dumbfounded.
They all say that she is a female gangster, but there is actually someone more domineering than her. She does not give people any room to refuse, and chokes them until they are in a daze.
In less than three days after receiving the imperial edict from Qingyang Tower, Jingpinghou Mansion sent a mediator to the Prime Minister's Mansion to say marriage, accept offers, ask for names, accept gifts, accept invitations, ask for dates, and the six wedding ceremonies were completed just in time.
After the wedding ceremony for the daughter of the Imperial Master, the scene was very...
Uh, grand!
Because the day after the haircut ceremony was the wedding day, the female family members who came to watch the ceremony came to add their dowry. In view of the fact that the Imperial Preceptor announced just a month ago that the amount of his daughter’s dowry would be the number of years that the dynasty’s Guo Zuo would add, so these things would like to be preserved by this dynasty.
The longer the family, the better. The royal family members, dignitaries and dignitaries are throwing money and money at their best, and the more money they can raise, the better.
"These ministers of mine are really rich..." The emperor sighed while counting the money and ordered people to carry boxes after boxes of gold, silver and jewelry into his private treasury.
The emperor specially ordered the Imperial Preceptor to marry his daughter. It does not matter how much the dowry exceeds the limit. The Imperial Preceptor has no rules. He can do whatever he wants. For hundreds of years, he is the only one who dares to go against the will of heaven. No one can stop him. However,
The emperor also agreed with him that some of the money donated by these ministers must be given to him.
The emperor was the most unpopular prince in the harem. His biological mother was just a talented person and was never tolerated by the queen. She was teased to death by the queen overtly and covertly. He was also implicated because of this and often did not have enough to eat.
One day, the little prince met a little eunuch who was too hungry to walk. The little eunuch didn't have food, but he was too lazy to get food. He was hungry because of his laziness, so the little prince gave half of the hidden steamed buns to the eunuch.
, the two of you take one bite, and I share the food in the cold palace.
The little eunuch was not a real eunuch, he was a descendant of the priests of this dynasty. He was the only one left in the family, while the others all suffered backlash due to their innate abilities and died.
He also had divine abilities, but he survived. In order to repay the kindness of half a steamed bun, he decided to pull down the then-prince and lift the little prince up. Later, the little eunuch was named the Imperial Preceptor, and the Imperial Preceptor called the Emperor "The Emperor."
The Emperor of Steamed Buns.
The friendship between the emperor and the master goes back thirty years, and no one has a stronger relationship than theirs. The emperor may not believe in himself, but he can put his life in the hands of the imperial master. The emperor's trust in the imperial master is like destiny.
He is more tolerant than himself.
"...Three hundred and thirty-three, three hundred and thirty-four...Four hundred and eleven, four hundred and twelve, four hundred and thirteen...Is it over or not? My eyes are dazzled by the calculation. There are still more things to come later.
Can’t see the edge…”
How many dowries are there?
From daybreak, loads and loads of dowry are carried out from the Prime Minister's Mansion. The first twenty loads are gifts from the emperor, the next fifteen are given by the Queen Mother, the next twelve are given by the Queen, and then the concubines of each palace.
Totaling thirty-two people, there are seventy-nine people coming out of the palace alone. It can be said that the scenery is endless.
Then came the dowry from each government, the dowry from the prime minister's house, and finally the family property of the imperial master. Situ Kongkong emptied his family fortune just to give his daughter the best.
The main gate of the Jingping Marquis Mansion was opened to collect the dowry from his wife, and ten warehouses were specially emptied to accommodate valuables. A total of forty-nine literate maids and stewards were sent to take stock of the dowry and compare it with the dowry booklet.
Income to the warehouse.
However, when the dowry was carried at 480, the ten warehouses were already full. Mrs. Jingpinghou quickly cleared three more courtyards to store the dowry. However, the dowry was too much, and there were still people coming to carry more dowries while the dowry procession was walking on the road.
I kept counting until it was almost time to go to the church, and one-third of the dowry from the Prime Minister's Mansion was still unpaid.