Matrilocal Marriage

"Brother Yun!" Li Yuan called to Yun'an. His heart was a little worried. Although he was a spender in the past, five thousand taels of silver was not a small sum for him before, so he shouldn't take it. I didn't come out, but this time it was spent by others after all, so I can't ignore it.

Li Yuan wanted to use the first price increase of five hundred taels of silver to frighten the opponent, but he didn't want to be ineffective at all, and he didn't know the identity of the opponent, so he increased the bid more than three times as soon as he opened his mouth.

However, there is one thing Li Yuan is certain about, which is why Li Yuan is not afraid to offend the other party at all: the person surnamed Zheng will not be a member of the court.

Li Yuan was born in a family of officials and officials. He has been fascinated by his eyes since he was a child. He is very familiar with some official qiang rules. Although the Yan Kingdom did not expressly stipulate that officials are not allowed to visit the brothel, he was flogged by Li Qingshan for visiting the brothel. At that time, Li Qingshan once angrily rebuked: "The sage today dislikes the entry and exit of government officials from the brothel. You are destroying your future!"

What a prefect knows, presumably officials in other places do not know, even if there are court officials who occasionally pretend to be fresh, it is absolutely impossible to bid for the oiran with fanfare.

Second, Li Yuan knew very well about the salaries and salaries of officials at all levels in the DPRK. The salaries given by the court were simply not enough to support such a lavish profligacy, and those secret incomes could not be spent on the table.

When Li Yuan visited the brothel, he actually hit a side ball. Although he has fame and fame, he has no actual official position.

Hearing Li Yuan calling himself, Yunan withdrew his gaze from "Uncle Zheng" and said, "Continue to add."

"How much to add?" Li Yuan asked.

Yun An gave a smirk and replied, "One or two."

"One or two?!" Li Yuan was shocked.

Yun An patted Li Yuan's arm, and said with relief: "The reserve price of five thousand taels of silver shouldn't humiliate the slender girl, do you have any hatred with Yinzi?"

After thinking about it, Li Yuan felt that what Yun'an said was reasonable, so he made an offer to Guinu.

The turtle slave stared wide, and asked, "One or two? Uncle, did you hear me wrong?"

"Yes, it's five thousand and twelve. Just go for a quote."

"Yes."

The turtle slave came to the railing and shouted, "Uncle Li bid, five thousand and twelve silver!"

Yunan (hookgou) closed the corner of his mouth, shook the folding fan to block the successful smile on his face, because she saw through the vcr the man surnamed Zheng who had been steady as a rock, his face (color) changed.

The guests downstairs were like a frying pan, and there was a lot of discussion.

However, with the support of the reserve price of five thousand taels, even if they only bid one tael of silver, no one would question it. It's just that Yunan's unique bidding method has never been seen by these people, and it was a little surprised.

After a short silence, there was a follow-up bid from the other side, and the tortoise slave yelled, "Uncle Zheng bid, five thousand and two taels of silver!"

Yun'an frowned, and the man surnamed Zheng picked up the tea cup and gestured towards Yun'an, as if he was sure Yunan was looking at him.

...

On the other side, the movement of the Misty Building this time is not small. This is not a big or small Los Angeles Mansion. The eyeliners of various forces in the shop have also spread the news one after another, or are sending it to their owner. Hands.

An oiran is insignificant, but the person who ransoms the oiran deserves their attention. One is the younger son of the prefect, who was expelled from the palace, and the cousin of His Royal Highness King Ning.

One was a well-known upstart in Los Angeles, who flew up to the branch and turned into a phoenix from the son-in-law of Nanlin Mansion.

These two people got together and did such a thing, which is worthy of scrutiny.

The news quickly spread to the major mansions and courtyards in Los Angeles.

Those who have received this news are: Li Qingshan, Li Zhifu, all of you in the Yamen, including Zhong Xiaoting.

There are also several merchants, headed by Nanlin Mansion...

The butler of the Lin Mansion rushed all the way to Lin Wei's yard with a freshly released secret report.

On the other side, the door of Miss Lin Si's study was also knocked.

"who?"

"Miss, maidservant Ruier, come and bring hot tea to the young lady."

Lin Buxian gave his pen tip, "Boiling hot tea" was a secret sign between her and Rui Er, which meant that news came in from outside, and it was a hundred thousand urgent news.

Lin Buxian put down the brush and said, "Come in."

"Yes." Rui'er entered the study with hot tea, Lin Buxian kept looking at Rui'er.

Tonight, Yun An is not at home.

Lin Buxian knew that Yunan had gone there. She told herself that Lin Buxian knew Yun'an's spleen (sexual xing). Now that she said, she would definitely go, but in Lin Buxian's heart, she was still awkward. After a while, she seemed to secretly hope, hoping that Yun An could "know the lost" and suddenly change his mind and come home.

At night without Yunan, Lin Buxian could not sleep (sleeping Shui). Fortunately, since taking over the family business, Lin Buxian lacked the excuse to be late (sleeping Shui), even staying up all night.

She came to the study, and Yun An had done the calculations for herself before leaving. Lin Buxian let out a sigh as she looked at the neatly listed accounts, and had to pick up a pen and practice handwriting.

But the scrolls were cut frequently, and the snow-white rice paper was spotted with ink, one after another, thrown into the brazier and burned.

When another drop of ink dripped on the rice paper, Miss Lin Si didn't notice it herself.

When Yun'an is not here tonight, Lin Buxian is worried that this secret report has something to do with Yun'an, and Miss Lin Si has also instructed that if it is not absolutely necessary, the dark line outside just waits for her to contact her.

Rui'er took the tea cup and put it on Lin Buxian's table, took another thing from her arms and put it in the small tray under the tea cup, and gave a lucky gift: "Miss, tea is here. The night is deep. You also rest earlier."

"Understood, you go outside and wait first."

"Yes."

After Rui Er left, Lin Buxian took the things on the tray. It turned out to be a pocket-sized bamboo joint. The bamboo joint was sealed with wax. Lin Buxian lifted the bamboo joint to the candle, the wax oil melted, and it was torn and pasted on the bamboo joint mouth. Oiled paper, and pulled out a note from it.

Expanding it, there are a few lines of teeny lowercase letters on it, saying: "Yiyouyue Dingmaori, three quarters of the late son, misty visitors come like a cloud, and the voices are full of people, just for a glimpse of the rosy jade in the building from Liangye. Yun'an sat with Li Yuan and confronted a man surnamed Zheng to bid for the oiran. The reserve price has soared to three thousand taels of silver."

After reading the content on the note, Lin Buxian's nervous heart relaxed, and nothing happened...

It was not that he intended to monitor Yunan, but that Zhao Jin’s death was too strange. Lin Buxian worried that someone had been eyeing Yun’an. The purpose was not yet known. For many reasons, Lin Buxian didn’t tell Yun’an about it, but secretly Someone was sent to protect the safety of Yunan.

Perhaps the people underneath would have misunderstood it, and the secret report was made after comprehending this "protection" as "surveillance".

Although Lin Buxian was relieved to learn that Yun'an was safe, the depression in his heart became deeper, especially when he saw the words "Oiran", "Jade Xianxian", "Yun'an", and "bid." Lin Buxian's heart was blocked inexplicably.

She lifted the note to the candlelight, lit it and threw it into the basin by her feet. There was a lot of ashes in it, all of which were made by Miss Lin Si tonight.

The note was completely gone, but Lin did not envy the weight of his heart.

"I went there after all..." Lin Buxian pursed his lips and sighed lightly.

Looking over the table inadvertently, what he had just written on the table turned out to be an excerpt from "The Ring of Women", but with a huge drop of ink on it, Lin Buxian once again made a ball of rice paper and threw it in the copper basin.

The door of the study opened, and Rarity saluted and said, "Miss."

"Return to the room and rest."

"Yes."

Lin Buxian looked at the dark surroundings, and then said: "From now on, she doesn't need to report it to me in particular." After a pause, Lin Buxian added: "If not necessary."

"Yes."

Ruier didn't ask who the "he" or "she" was in Miss Lin Si's mouth.

...

On the other side, a strange scene appeared in the ethereal building. The two tortoise slaves who were responsible for quotation on the north and south corridors were already sweating with hoarse voice, and one of them (body shen) was not very good. He has pressed his hands on the railing and borrowed force, fearing that he might be unstable at any time.

The guests downstairs also looked up and tired, some ordered a pot of wine and drank by the pillar, and some (gan gan) sat on the ground.

And the girls in the east-west corridor on the second floor were all bored and lacking in interest.

On the third floor, the door of the jade slender boudoir was closed tightly, and candles were still burning in the room. The old bustard, who was also on the third floor, had already sweated his forehead. He got a small folding fan of sandalwood from somewhere and was blowing the wind.

The turtle slave who was standing at Yun'an and their desk looked back and saw Yun'an raised her finger. The turtle slave wailed in his heart, clutching the railing with both hands, (fuck cao) with an already hoarse voice. He shouted to the other side: "Uncle Li makes an offer, five thousand two hundred and seventeen taels!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was an immediate response from the opposite corridor, the same hoarse roar: "Uncle Zheng bid, five thousand two hundred and eighteen taels!"

"Ouch!"

"Oh my God!"

The guests downstairs and the old bustard exclaimed at the same time that this irritating bid has already begun to make people impatient. If it weren't for the curiosity of who the oiran would get, many people would leave.

Since Yun'an increased the price from five thousand taels to five thousand and twelve, and the man surnamed Zheng followed the same pattern as Yun'an added one or two, half an hour has passed. The two parties just like you one or two, I One or two additions have been bid one hundred and nine times.

No one is willing to add one or two more, no one is willing to give in half a step, not to mention that the two turtle slaves who are in charge of bidding can't bear it, even the people watching the excitement have neck pain.

Seeing Yun'an walked with the man for a few more rounds, Li Yuan couldn't sit still, lowered his voice and said to Yun'an: "Brother Yun, it's almost done...If this goes on, I'm afraid it will be a joke."

Yun An squinted his eyes and clearly saw the narrow expression on the face of the man surnamed Zheng. Yun An was a bit angry. When did this man (touch Mo) clear his mind? Originally, I wanted to "irritate" the opponent to eliminate the gold, but I didn't want to be turned back by the opponent.