In the evening, Cui Palace.

The antique and exquisite buildings are located in the middle of Licheng City, the atmosphere of the ancient rhyme is in a minor key, the ground is paved with bluestone pavement, the ancient trees on both sides stand up, the evening breeze blows, shrouded in a twilight silence.

In the Amateur Pavilion, the inkstone father sits on the side of the head, and on the left hand side is Lian Bixiu.

The first is the current ruler of the Qin family, Qin Baiyan. Rong Qing, the mother of the Qin family, sat on his right hand.

Outside the private room, there are no less than 20 bodyguards and assistants, who will protect the drips here.

Opposite the four elders in Chinese costumes were Yan Shiqi and Qin Baiyu, who were sitting next to each other.

Such a unique dinner for the two families is solemn and stable.

"Yan Lao, the first time we met, I admired it for a long time. ”

Qin Baiyan was wearing a gray tunic, even if there were traces of wind and frost on his cheeks, he still had a calm bearing and was elegant.

He raised his glass to the Yan army with wine, and his bright eyes were soaked in the sophistication of the years.

Yan Jun was flattered and held the cup with both hands, and complimented again and again, "The master of the Qin family is polite, I have heard that you are brave and have a way to control the Qin family, and now you will be lucky to meet at first sight!"

Even Bixiu raised a glass to Rong Qing at the same time, and the scene was harmonious.

Yan Shiqi sat opposite and watched the two factions push the cup and change the lamp, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, but the bottom of his eyes was cold and no temperature.

She felt like a commodity to be sold, and it was her own parents who put her on the table for sale.

The indescribable sourness spread from her heart, and she lowered her eyes to hide her desolate look.

The sound of plates clattering in her ears rang, and she glanced to see a pair of black chopsticks being withdrawn from in front of her.

A few pieces of fresh salmon have been added to the bowl on the table.

Yan Shiqi slowly turned her eyes, her eyes collided with Qin Baiyu, and she was stung by the man's deep gaze, she flashed her eyes, and the roots of her ears were hot.

When the polite elders saw this scene, they were all silent for a moment, and then Qin Baiyan chuckled and sighed, "The fourth elder of our family has always been arrogant, but I didn't expect to take care of others now." ”

Qin Baiyu opened his eyes, glanced at his eldest brother as if warning, and then picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Even Bixiu took the opportunity to answer, "Their generation of young people is inevitably used to being free. But to say that after our Xiaoqi knew that he was going to marry Si Shao, he was also happy for several nights. ”

Yan Shiqi: "!"

Qin Baiyu's eyes were slightly dark, and he looked at the little woman beside him who lowered his head and twisted his hands, and his thin lips were almost imperceptibly raised.

After three rounds of wine, the atmosphere at the dinner table became more and more peaceful in Lian Bixiu's exaggerated words.

After a while, Rong Qing took the brocade box prepared in advance from the assistant's hand, put it on the table and pushed it in front of the two Yan Jun, and said, "Old Yan, Mrs. Yan, since the children are satisfied with this marriage, this is the dowry given by our Qin family, have you seen it?"

Yan Jun's slightly drunken face was obviously stunned, and he subconsciously looked at Lian Bixiu, and his questions hung on his lips, but he stopped talking.

He thought that the last financing was a dowry, but his eyes fell on the brocade box, which made him suspicious. Don't...... And also?!

Lian Bixiu pinched him under the table and urged in a low voice, "Open it up and take a look." ”

Yan Jun opened the book-sized brocade box full of doubts, and inside was a stack of red rice paper.

As his gaze went down, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes condensed with laughter became more and more.

Sure enough, it was everyone in the world, and the dowry given by the hand was the top half of the inkstone.