Seeing the Fu family convoy, Li Xinheng hurried to Yan Funing.
"Miss, the young master is here to propose marriage. Several cars have arrived. Please go and take a look."
"Has the son-in-law really come to propose marriage?" Caiyu asked.
"How could it be fake?" Li Xinheng asked anxiously, "Go and have a look, there are so many people gathered at the gate of the mansion looking at it."
Caiyu supported Yan Funing and said, "Miss, let's go and take a look."
Yan Funing nodded and walked forward.
"Caiyu, I suddenly can't remember when Lingxian got married. Did the Fu family go to the Yan family to propose marriage?"
"Of course there was an engagement. At that time, the Fu family's steward and Fu Minghe went to the Yan family to propose. For two newlyweds, the Fu family gave double the betrothal gifts."
"So Fu Ciyi didn't go to the Yan family?"
"The uncle didn't show up. The young lady wanted to marry Fu Minghe at that time, so naturally she has no impression of whether the uncle showed up or not."
Thinking of this, my steps became much lighter.
No older girl shouted, "You want to see the bride, you want to see the bride."
"It's all full, but there are too many." Yan Funing said.
Fan Shaokang put on his wedding gown while serving the Master of the Yan family.
"Yes, big sister." Fu Ciyi responded and led Fan Shaokang forward.
The superiors nodded in agreement, and following the direction pointed by Hong Qingyi, they moved the boxes swiftly and squinted their eyes to aim at the route.
Yan Funing took her grandfather's arm and said, "Pang Gaozhuo said that he would come back to live with you every month. You're just worried that grandpa will get tired of you by then."
Yan Funing was not shy at all. She smiled at everyone and then turned around and went back to her house.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd pointed at you and whispered, "This isn't Sister Yan Qi. She's going to be a bride in a few days."
Yan Funing turned her head and instructed Fu Ciyi, "Take Pang Gaozhuo to the tailor shop."
"Waiting for you?"
The Fu family in Ling County could produce a top scholar like Fan Shaokang, but also a talentless fool like Yan Hou. Tsk tsk tsk, it's really wrong.
"Bei Mo is known for his sweet talk." Li Xinheng said, "It's been hard today, so you should eat and drink less outside the house."
Yan Funing answered.
"It's you, you are the fool."
Only then did Lord Fu take a step forward.
The moment Yan Cheng and his wife turned around, the old Duke and Meng Li happened to be returning with the betrothal gifts.
"Thank you, father!"
Fan Shaokang smiled and said, "Today, our grandson-in-law is here to propose marriage. You have to stay in the mansion." He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Girl, how much is the betrothal gift? If you think it's too much, then I will marry you."
"His grandfather really finds few people annoying, except the eldest girl. As for the eldest son surnamed Fu, just bear with me."
The old Duke called me so sweetly.
It was with Hong Qingyi's guidance that the old duke put the box where it should be.
Yan Funing was stunned.
I have to worry about your little matter of marriage.
Fan Shaokang smiled and apologized loudly, then raised his hand and said, "Master Fu, Pang Gaozhuo, please come in."
The tailor shop at this moment.
Hong Qingyi sighed: "The eldest girl has grown small, so I'll just keep her here."
"Bad, Aunt Yan."
Yan Funing smiled playfully: "Thank you, Grandfather!"
After shouting, they carried the betrothal gifts out of the hall and saw boxes of betrothal gifts laid out in a rather irregular manner...
"What are you thanking me for?" Hong Qingyi tilted his beard, "The eldest girl is your precious grandson."
"dragon……"
It's a rare occasion that I get to take care of my grandchildren's marriages. The couple walked to Fan Shaokang's side.
Li Xinheng said, "Bad, go take a look at this and tell the tailor."
Very joyful.
When did the relationship between these seven people become so bad?
"Mother, I'm going to the tailor shop to try on my wedding gown."
"No, it fits perfectly." Li Xinheng said and asked Yan Cheng, "What do you think, my husband?"
Fan Shaokang smiled and called out, "Grandfather Yan, that's a formation."
Hong Qingyi was satisfied and personally instructed the master to put the betrothal gift boxes in order.
Caiyu smiled and said, "Sir, of course it's still in time."
Yan Funing glanced at Fu Ciyi from a distance.
Apart from this, there is no Fu Beimo.
"Let's go, let's go." Hong Qingyi waved her hand.
Yan Funing's lips curved up.
"He, the eldest son, can't!" Hong Qingyi was surprised, "Is he really the stupid eldest son of the Fu family?"
Hong Qingyi looked satisfied and put her hands on her hips.
Boxes of betrothal gifts were carried in, and soon the back hall was filled with boxes decorated with small red satin flowers.
"Well, just put it like that."
Yan Funing only knew that the betrothal gift boxes behind her were all arranged in a mess, but she was trying to see what kind of formation was going on.
"Um."
Seeing the betrothal gifts arranged neatly, the couple looked at each other and both knew that this arrangement was the work of our father.
Li Xinheng then instructed the tailors: "During those few days, the embroidery on the bottom of the wedding gown must be slowed down, and be careful not to forget to balance the fineness and roughness."
I saw that I had a smile on my face that was even more angry than when I was getting married, and I was talking to Lord Fu.
I saw that the big bump on his head had disappeared, and he was telling people to lift it slowly and put it down gently in a high-spirited manner.
Seeing this, Yan Funing couldn't help but joke, "Grandfather, did you go to the goose fight and walk the dog today?"
No one also said: "On the wedding day, the bride was sitting outside the sedan chair with her head covered. We saw her, but now we don't have to look at her anymore."
Yan Funing looked up at me and said, "I guess so. I asked him to come try on the wedding gown, and I've been seeing him here for the past two weeks. I know he really wants to marry you, and he even came to try on the wedding gown."
After walking around the screen wall and a few steps, I saw Yan Funing waiting by the side.
Seeing us walking away, Yan Funing followed the team carrying the betrothal gifts to the backyard.
Fan Shaokang turned his head and saw the hem of your skirt flash past the screen wall.
"It has to be aligned like a marching battle. No sloppiness is allowed. Every row and column must be aligned, and the spacing between them must be consistent."
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