rich little concubine

Ji Ziyang didn't want to be courteous to these duplicity people anymore, he didn't have the time and effort.

So he poured a glass of wine, stood up slowly and walked towards the position of the uncle and aunt who were in charge, and said bluntly: "Uncle, the marriage of uncle's parents and nephew is a gift from the emperor, and my marriage is a symbol of the season. Home."

The eldest aunt smiled and said, "It's natural." The uncle Ji Jicheng also nodded in agreement.

Then I heard Ji Ziyang say: "Then forgive my nephew for asking, how is my dowry prepared? The housekeeper hasn't shown me the list yet, so I wonder if it hasn't been properly arranged yet?"

Everyone's faces were full of astonishment, Ji Ziyang actually asked for the dowry face to face, and everyone never expected that he would be so cheeky under the eyes of everyone.

He doesn't care what other people think, if he doesn't make a fortune now, he won't have such a good opportunity in the future.

There was no separation in the Ji Mansion, and the eldest aunt was the head of the house, so she should be the one to handle these matters. I was afraid that there would be a shortage of money behind the scenes, and some of the original property of their third room had already been swallowed up. Today Just let them spit it all out.

Anger flashed on the aunt's face, but it was only for a moment. After all, she had managed the back house for many years, and it was as stable as Mount Tai. She smiled and said: "You child, are you afraid that the aunt will not take care of it for you? I will ask the housekeeper to take care of it when the banquet is over The list will be sent to you."

"The eldest aunt is naturally the safest in doing things, and I don't know if the marriage bestowed by the emperor can be compared with the eldest sister in the future?" Ji Ziyang toasted the eldest aunt with a glass of wine, smiling gratefully.

Everyone gasped, did you even ask this question?

The family status of the eldest lady of the Ji Mansion will be high but not low, and it goes without saying that the dowry is generous. This time, Ji Ziyang is taking advantage of the marriage being bestowed by the emperor to make progress!

Having said that, no one can see it.

Cracks finally appeared on Ji Ziqing's originally dignified and elegant face. Looking at Ji Ziyang, she wished to pluck his skin. A down-and-out three-bedroom idiot wants to stand shoulder to shoulder with her. Why, what qualifications does he have!

Ji Zining remained calm, and kicked his younger sister to signal her not to talk too much. It would be disrespectful to ask for a dowry so blatantly during a banquet at home, and it would not be good for her reputation in the future.

The second room is often oppressed by the big room on weekdays, and now it is gloating, so the second aunt came out to smooth things over, but she actually made things worse: "Ziyang, you said that, didn't you hurt your aunt's heart, and beat you After your parents are gone, your eldest aunt treats you like your own child, how could your dowry be worse than your eldest sister's."

After the second aunt finished speaking, she was kicked severely by the second uncle, and said angrily in a low voice: "Don't talk too much." The second aunt glanced back, and then smiled softly and amiably, just like a loving elder.

The aunt's heart was full of anger, and she couldn't show it on her face, so she could only readily agree, but the handkerchief in her hand was almost strangled by her.

If she should not, wouldn't she look down on the marriage bestowed by the emperor, the current emperor is superficially magnanimous, but in reality he is petty and suspicious, easy to hold grudges, and in front of so many people, it is hard to disregard the image she has built up over the years.

If Ji Ziyang's marriage is normal, it's fine, it's up to her to decide, how dare she now put the word "imperial gift" on the head of the marriage.

Inadvertently glanced at his husband, Ji Jicheng frowned thoughtfully and looked at his nephew, who was quite different from the past. His wife had always been in charge of the affairs of the inner house, so he didn't want to meddle in these matters.

It's just that Ji Ziyang's performance today made him more concerned.

At first I thought this was over, but Ji Ziyang was still standing in the middle of the hall, and said unhurriedly: "I once remembered that there were a few shops, tea houses and fields in my mother's dowry, which were said to be reserved for later. My, I don't know if the eldest aunt is on the list?"

Is there any? This is Ji Ziyang's wild guess. He only knows that in ancient times, apart from gestures of gold and silver, there must be some profitable shops in the dowry in order to allow her to have extra spending time in her husband's family.

The eldest aunt almost vomited blood, gritted her teeth and said, "Of course there are."

Ji Ziyang had a sincere smile on his face, completely cannibalistic.

The second aunt held the handkerchief, lowered her head and covered her mouth with a chuckle, but she didn't expect the flames of war to burn on her head again.

"Second Aunt, you have always loved your nephew very much. You send all good things to my yard. This time when my nephew is getting married, I don't know what makeup you will add to me? Why don't you make a list tomorrow and send it to me Just in the yard, so that I can remember the kindness that Second Aunt has treated me one by one?"

Ji Ziyang praised his aunt for her kindness, and said it very respectfully, but the corner of the second aunt's mouth was so stiff that she couldn't move, and it took a long time for her to reply: "Okay...okay..."

Little Wood covered his face in a corner of the banquet.

He has never felt so ashamed before. Asking for a dowry in person, it will become a big joke in the imperial city if it gets out. When did his young master become so thick-skinned?