The ugly concubine counterattacks the beautiful lady, the evil prince should not love her too much

"Why did you come just now? Young Master Nan has been waiting for you for a long time!"

When Yuwen Shu saw Yang Qianqian, he pulled her hand in a scolding manner, but his words were full of concern, "How is it, did anything happen on the way?"

"It's okay. The driver didn't know the way and took the wrong path." Yang Qianqian smiled faintly and walked towards the private room on the second floor.

The young master of the Nan family, Nan Ziye, was wearing a lake blue silk spring outfit and had handsome features.

Of course, she is not on the same level as the monster Yuwen Duo and the fairy-like beauty Leng Yue.

Compared with Xiao Zhiyuan, he is probably a level lower, but basically, he can be regarded as elegant and suave.

There is no way. There are too many handsome men around her, so Yang Qianqian can't help but compare them one by one.

Just as Yang Haoxuan and Yuwen Shu were introducing each other, Nan Ziye's eyes suddenly became fixed on Yang Qianqian. He stared at her stupidly, refusing to look away even for a moment.

"So beautiful..." His saliva was about to flow down. Nan Ziye was a young man from a wealthy family who had seen the world.

Although he is not like Yuwen Duo, who can go to Linglong Pavilion every day to see stunning beauties like Bai Linglong.

But my father must have many wives and concubines, but when has he ever seen such a beautiful woman?

Before Yang Haoxuan and his wife finished introducing themselves, he rushed forward and grabbed Yang Qianqian's hand and refused to let go: "I want to marry you!"

His gaze was so direct, that Yang Qianqian really couldn't like him.

It couldn't be said that she hated him. After all, he just liked her purely and there wasn't anything vulgar about it. But she had always hated men who judged people by their appearance.

You haven't even gotten to know a person's personality or hobbies yet. Are you so sure you can spend your life with her just by looking at her appearance?

"What does Master Nan see in me?"

Yang Qianqian looked up and looked at him with a smile. She couldn't take her hand away, so she could only stand there, but still maintained a polite smile.

"Beautiful, so beautiful!" Nan Ziye praised without any reservation.

"Being beautiful is enough for me to be my wife, and you just need to stay at home and be a mistress.

We have servants to serve you. When you are free, you can go to the Angel Beauty Center and buy some condensation lotion or pearl lotion. I guarantee you won’t get tired.”

It seems like he just wants to find a wife to keep at home and admire himself, right?

Yang Qianqian rolled her eyes: "What if I'm old?"

Nan Ziye was stunned. He had not thought about this question just now, but now he was completely stumped by it. So he murmured, "How can such a beauty...get old?"

"No matter how beautiful a person is, they will grow old one day!" Yang Qianqian finally pulled her hand away and walked towards the table.

"If Mr. Nan wants a wife who never ages, he might as well buy a picture of a lady and ask a skilled craftsman to make a clay figurine of her and place it at home. I think as long as it is not soaked in water, it will never age."

Nan Ziye stared at her blankly with his mouth open. Yuwen Shu hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Don't mind, Master Nan. My sister-in-law just loves to joke around!"

"It's okay, it's okay. When a beauty jokes, it's just funny. Haha, haha!" After a few silly laughs, Nan Ziye concealed his embarrassment and sat down.

"I wonder what the customs are in Miss Yang's hometown, what the requirements are for the betrothal gift, and what the ceremony is for getting married.

By the way, if the dowry cannot be collected, the Nan family can also pay for it. Just follow the highest standards and don’t be afraid of spending money, as long as it is glorious! "

Yang Qianqian was about to vomit blood. Is there something wrong with Nan Ziye’s brain?

What if the third sentence you ask when meeting someone is “our” wedding?

"There are so many customs in my young lady's hometown. If I tell you about them, I'm afraid Master Nan will be scared to death!"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind her, startling Yang Qianqian.

Turning back, I saw Xiao Zhiyuan walking in leisurely. He came in at such a timely moment, which meant he must have been listening outside for a long time.

Nan Ziye looked Xiao Zhiyuan up and down: "Who is this..."

Yang Qianqian opened her mouth and wanted to answer, but was stopped by Xiao Zhiyuan.

"I am the coachman of Miss Yang's family. I know the customs of marriage here best. I have married five sisters. Would you like to listen, Mr. Nan?"

Yang Qianqian looked at him in amazement, not knowing what he was going to do. Fortunately, she was not interested in this Nan Ziye, so she just let him do what he wanted and sat aside to watch the show.

"I'd like to hear the details!" Nan Ziye immediately became interested when he heard that he knew the rules.

Xiao Zhiyuan looked at Yang Qianqian, then glanced at the people in the room: "My young lady has a lot of customs. The betrothal gift requires four large items, four small items, eight small samples, sixteen boxes and thirty-two cartons!"

"What exactly are they?" Nan Ziye still looked at him complacently, probably thinking that they were just gold and silver jewelry, and that any problem that could be solved with money was not a big problem.

“The four major items are a large bed made of a hundred-year-old red sandalwood, a pillowcase with a dragon and phoenix embroidered by a centenarian, and a cloak made of a whole white tiger skin.

One dou of rice from each of the hundred wealthy families and one dan of water from each of the hundred families were used for the water and food at the beginning of the wedding banquet at the bride's home, which meant a long and happy marriage.

After Xiao Zhiyuan finished speaking, Nan Ziye's mouth opened wide.

Hundred-year-old red sandalwood is easy to find, you can find it by just taking a whole tree or spending some time.

The key lies in the other two things. It is not difficult to find centenarians, but it is important that both the husband and wife are still alive.

There is also someone who is not deaf or blind and can embroider. I wonder how many years it will take to find one.

Besides, tiger skin is not difficult to find, but I heard that there is only one white tiger skin in the imperial palace in this world, so it is hard to buy even with money.

It is not difficult to get rice and water from hundreds of wealthy families, but the difficult part is that they have to transport them to the girl’s parents’ home.

The rice is fine. It took twenty days from Cangzhou to Beijing, and the water is not smelly anymore. How can we provide food for the girl’s family and friends?

These four big items alone are harder than climbing to the sky, and there are four small items and eight small items behind them, and no one knows what they are.

"Puchi" Yang Qianqian couldn't help but burst out laughing, looking at Yuwen Shu, she was also trying to hold back her laughter, her face was flushed.

"Has anyone in the capital city done this?" Nan Ziye asked seriously, "Did Miss Yang's previous husband do this?"

Xiao Zhiyuan said leisurely: "You also know who our young lady married before, that was the current emperor's favorite prince.

Naturally, the whole country worked together to prepare the betrothal gifts. We also found a couple who are centenarians and can really embroider. Other things will be easier to handle.”

"Oh, where are they?" Nan Ziye was overjoyed when he heard that the most difficult things had been done. Let's not talk about the other three things, as long as he could do one, it would be the same.

"They passed away last year. It was a happy funeral. One was 108 years old, and the other was 103 years old."

Nan Ziye's face quickly fell.