The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

He Changliu ran over and looked at Yan Sanmei with a silly smile on his face. It was not until Yan Zhenbei cleared his cough that he noticed Yan Zhennan and Qiao Qingyun.

"Dean Qiao, Second Brother, you are here too. I heard that the troupe will perform four shows in a row today. I have reserved a seat at the restaurant in advance so that we can eat and watch at the same time."

As he spoke, He Changliu moved closer to Yan Sanmei and said, "Xiaoxi, the restaurant has a few new dishes. I've tried them all before. Let's try them together today."

If the restaurant really had any new dishes, He Changliu would have been the first to try them in the past, but can it be the same now?

His mother not only withheld his food at home, but also withheld his pocket money, and did not allow him to eat and drink at restaurants at will.

Young Master He, who had always been lavish in his spending, now had no extra money for himself except for the salary he received from the imperial court.

In order to arrange things properly today, he actually ate porridge and pickles for several days.

He became pale and thin due to overeating, but his two brothers at home chose to turn a blind eye.

"Has your mother allowed you to buy on credit?" Yan Zhenbei said jokingly, but his main intention was to let his third sister know about He Changliu's current situation.

Although he really didn't want his third sister to get married, he also knew clearly in his heart that He Changliu had been thinking about his third sister for four years and had made his mother unhappy for her.

It is not easy for Daxia to put filial piety first in following the orders of parents.

In the eyes of Yan Zhenbei, a scholar, it would be better for his third sister to marry He Changliu, a scholar, rather than marrying an illiterate farmer's boy with a bad character.

Even if it is said to be a high-ranking marriage now, in the future...

Yan Zhenbei never thought that becoming a juren was his end. One day he would become the most reliable supporter of the Yan family.

At that time, no matter who is the mistress of the He family or the relationship between sisters-in-law, everyone will have to look at the face of his sister Yan Xiaoxi.

He Changliu didn't expect that Yan Zhenbei, who was always quiet, would tease him. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "What are you talking about? When did I ever buy food on credit?"

As he said that, he hugged Yan Zhenbei's neck and muttered in a low voice: "Good Xiaobei, don't tear me down in front of your sister. It's just that the academy robbed you of two meals, why are you holding a grudge like that?"

Yan Zhenbei's small body was overwhelmed by He Changliu, "You are almost crushing me to death, I want to tell my sister."

"No, no, no." He Changliu quickly relaxed his grip: "Xiaobei, if you say more good things about me today, I will take you to my study tomorrow and you can choose any book you want."

Yan Zhenbei was indeed somewhat tempted. No matter whether He Changliu, the juren, was at the bottom of the list, a juren was still a juren. After reading for so many years, he would always have some insights that were different from others.

But how could Yan Zhenbei be bribed for a few books? "I just read Dean Qiao's books casually. Do you think you have more books than Dean Qiao?"

He Changliu: “…” He was careless. How could he, the real husband of his second brother, be compared to his brother-in-law who was just hanging in the air?

"but…"

But He Changliu's eyes lit up again: "You say."

"If you continue to talk to me like this, my second brother will definitely look down on you even more."

He Changliu: “…”

As the sun sets, darkness gradually invades the land. When a half moon appears in the sky, the lights on the Embroidery Street in Anning Town also light up.

Sitting on the top floor of the restaurant, Yan Sanmei leaned on the windowsill and looked at the bustling streets outside.

A man dressed as a scholar gave a girl in light pink clothes a half-moon lantern, and waved at another identical lantern in his hand. He said something, and the girl nodded shyly and quickly left the stall.

As soon as the woman left, the scholar stopped another woman and gave her another lantern shaped like half a peony flower.

Yan Sanmei was surprised to see this and wanted to ask Xiaobei to come over to see why this man didn't accept any money and gave away all the lanterns.

Xiao Bei leaned over to take a look and was also confused. He Changliu explained, "This man is a student of Baiyun Academy. He failed the provincial examination three times, so he gave up the path of imperial examination. He studied hard for more than ten years. It can be said that he was lazy and didn't know how to grow crops. In order to survive, he had to find another way out."

"Selling lanterns?" Yan Sanmei was even more puzzled. If he relied on selling lanterns to support his family, why would he give them all away for free?

"No, he is a matchmaker. He is just giving away half a lamp as a gimmick. As the saying goes, fate is predestined. The destined person will find his own destiny with the other half."

In fact, He Changliu also wanted to go over and give it a try, but he was afraid that the half lamp he chose would be different from the one his third sister chose. A smart person would naturally try to avoid such risky things.

However, this method didn't work, so he just changed it. He cleared his throat and asked tentatively, "Xiaoxi, don't you think it's unique for a man to be a matchmaker? How about I ask this man to be my matchmaker when I go to your house to propose marriage?"

How could Yan Sanmei not understand what he meant? Her face turned red instantly.

Yan Zhennan couldn't stand seeing his sister being teased, so he tapped the table and said, "Third sister, what does it look like to lie on the window? Come over here and sit next to second brother."

He called Yan Sanmei back and glared at He Changliu: "Since Mr. He wants to be creative, our Yan family will naturally try our best to satisfy you. Don't worry, I, as your second brother, will personally invite the matchmaker. When the time comes, I will prepare the betrothal gifts and go to your He Mansion to propose marriage."

The fact that He Changliu, a man in his twenties, had the audacity to associate with a kid like Yan Zhenbei shows how little he values ​​his reputation.

Hearing Yan Zhennan say this, not only was he not angry at all, he also smiled brightly: "Then I'll have to trouble you, second brother."

Yan Zhennan: “…” I’ve seen people with thick skins, but rarely have I seen people with thicker skins than him.

Yan Zhennan snorted softly: "Does this mean your parents agree to your marriage?"

He Changliu said sternly: "If my parents don't want me to, I can also give my bones back to my father and my flesh back to my mother to repay their kindness in raising me."

"And then you died, too."

"So what? As long as Xiaoxi doesn't mind, I, He Changliu, will be Yan Xiaoxi's person in life and Yan Xiaoxi's ghost in death."

Yan Zhennan couldn't help but roll his eyes and once again labeled He Changliu in his mind as a smooth talker.

Yan Zhenbei: “…” As the saying goes, learning has no end and studying hard is not advisable. It seems that he really can’t just learn from Brother Qingyun, he also has to learn some of He Changliu’s thick-skinnedness.

If you accidentally make Qing'er angry in the future, you can't just stand there and watch like his elder brother.