Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

Li Daxueshi, who was standing next to General Qi, muttered in a low voice as if he was not convinced: "You got a good deal today."

Everyone heard this. Li Yan wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. However, there were only two seats in the first seat, one for the host and one for the distinguished guest. Since the old general had taken the seat, he had to let his old father sit down.

Just now, General Qi wanted to sit down in the first seat by the armrest, but Duke Shun helped his father-in-law to sit down.

Then he turned around to look at Prince Jue and Beile who were still standing, hesitated for a moment, and finally Jiao Zhongjue took the lead and pulled the Thirteenth Beile to sit in the last two seats of the armrest. For the second remaining seat, Duke Shun sat next to his father-in-law.

I am the host and the elder is respected, so I just accept their courtesy.

Seeing that they had all taken their seats according to their seniority, Li Yan helped his mother sit down. The first seat they sat in was opposite to Li Daxueshi and Shun Guogong, the man on the left and the woman on the right. After they sat down for a while, no one spoke and the atmosphere suddenly felt a bit serious.

Biyu had asked several maids to serve tea one after another. They were all very careful not to make any noise. Then she waved her hand for everyone to leave, and she retreated to a corner nearby, waiting quietly.

After drinking two sips of tea, no one spoke, but Beile looked at Prince Jue, then looked at his own position, and perhaps felt something was wrong, so he stood up first and motioned Prince Jue to stand up. Jiao Zhongjue didn't understand why, but he did as he was told, thinking there was something wrong with his clothes? He even straightened them when he stood up.

Unexpectedly, Thirteenth Beile gently pulled him. Seeing that the middle seat where he was originally sitting was vacant, Thirteenth Beile rushed to sit in the last seat below Prince Jue. Jiao Zhongjue couldn't help laughing when he sat down.

Seeing this scene, General Qi smiled and looked at the old lady who was also sitting on the armchair on the side. He nodded and pursed his lips at her, signaling the old lady to look quickly. His arrogant old expression seemed to be asking for praise: Look, the person I chose for you is good, isn't he?

This action of Thirteenth Beile was to actively lower his status. Although his official position in the court was not prominent and the title of Beile Mansion was lower than that of Prince Mansion, he was the biological son of the late emperor after all and was older than Prince Jue. No one would say anything if he sat in front of Prince Jue, and this position was chosen for him by Prince Jue himself.

He offered it up so voluntarily to show his respect for Prince Jue, and it might even mean that it was a first-come, first-served principle: You are already the future son-in-law of the Duke of Shun, and I am still working hard.

"I came here today on the request of Lord Beile, hoping to accomplish something good between the Beile Mansion and the Shunguo Mansion. Originally, I wanted to come here to talk to the old lady about this myself, but Lord Beile was so sincere that he insisted on coming here in person. Now that he is here, let Lord Beile express his intentions himself."

After saying this, General Qi looked at the Thirteenth Prince who was sitting below him, then he shut his mouth and stopped talking. He drank his tea by himself, looking very leisurely.

Thirteenth Prince had just sat down when he was hit by the package. He was a little stunned. Is it so easy to be a matchmaker? Do I have to do it myself?

But she didn't dare to say anything against the old general in such a serious occasion. She looked at Jiao Zhongjue next to her with a guilty conscience. Jiao Zhongjue suddenly had a bit of evil taste and spoke to him in a voice that only the two of them could hear. Others could roughly know what he meant from his mouth shape: I came here to propose to you in person with my sincerity.

When he turned around again, all the elders were looking at him expectantly.

Lord Beile: ...

He was in a dilemma. If he had known, he would not have invited General Qi. Wouldn't it be better to invite an official matchmaker? I heard that matchmakers are all slick and eloquent. I'm afraid he wouldn't have a chance to interrupt.

Let him do it himself, but he has no rules on how to express himself! This is the first time that Prince Beile has forced someone to do something.

But there was no choice. I stood up and walked to the middle. I had just bowed. Should I continue? Or should I kneel?

I have only kneeled to my father and mother, and then to the current emperor. It is impossible for me to kneel down now.

He clasped his hands together with his legs slightly bent, which looked a bit strange no matter how you looked at it. Most importantly, he had an embarrassed look on his face. After all, he was a teenager and had no experience at all. The incident happened suddenly, and he missed some of the etiquette that the Grand Tutor had taught him before.

"Today, I have come to see the old lady in person. What do you want? Thirteenth brother, just tell me directly." Jiao Zhongjue still couldn't bear to see his brother in trouble. After all, they could still be brothers-in-law, so he helped if he could. So he stepped forward and gently lifted him up, standing side by side with him, looking like he was cheering and supporting his brother.

The old lady wanted to laugh, but she still gave him a way out: "My Lord, if you have anything to say, just sit down and talk. It's embarrassing for me to keep going through all this formalities."

The old general did not mind asking too much, and added: "Just say this seat is not comfortable to sit in!"

He was immediately glared at by Li Daxueshi, who was sitting in the first seat below, and immediately behaved himself.

Seeing the old lady say this and his brothers standing next to him, Lord Beile felt much more at ease and quickly bowed respectfully, but he did not sit back. Jiao Zhongjue next to him took two steps back and slightly turned sideways, as if waiting for him to finish speaking before sitting down together.

"The Thirteenth Prince Jiao Zhongkui sincerely wishes to marry the eldest daughter of the Shunguo Mansion, Yan Juanjuan. If you are allowed, I will treat her... treat her..."

His voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and his behavior was very respectful, but he couldn't continue. He suddenly glanced at Jiao Zhongjue out of the corner of his eyes, but Jiao Zhongjue didn't give him any expression.

He could only continue to think about it, and then continued very firmly: "Treat her like Prince Jue treats Miss Yan Chuchu, and will never let her suffer any grievances."

Everyone was stunned. How could someone talk like that? Was he trying to be Prince Jue's model, or was he determined to become his brother-in-law?

Everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. Even General Qi's mouth twitched and his expression was a little stunned. If it were someone else, he would definitely laugh out loud.

Seeing that the old lady didn't speak immediately, he quickly continued: "Okay, okay, sister-in-law, anyway, this old man will not easily matchmake for others. It's up to you whether it's okay or not. I'm going to go find some wine with Old Man Li."

As he said this, he wanted to stand up, but was glared at by Li Daxueshi below him, so he sat back down. Li Daxueshi's eyes meant: It's not over yet, why are you in such a hurry?

He grumbled in dissatisfaction and said, "You are so disrespectful. Do you think we are drinking outside?"

She mouthed something to him again: Don’t you want the matchmaker money anymore?

"Ha ha……"

The three brothers Yan Yuzhe, Yan Yuge and Yan Yuyao, who had just been driven into the flower hall, were peeking outside through the flower windows.

From the moment Prince Beile and his companions entered the room, the three of them had been hiding behind the stained glass window and eavesdropping.

They saw the embarrassment of the Thirteenth Prince trying to salute just now, and fortunately Yan Yuzhe covered Yan Yuge's mouth, otherwise he would have burst into laughter on the spot.

Xiao Baobao still didn't quite understand the meaning of Beile Ye's latter words, she just felt it was a bit awkward, so she didn't laugh, otherwise Yan Yuzhe's two hands would not be enough to cover both of their mouths.