"Little white face! Sissy!"

The boy's contemptuous eyes made Fang Yiai very upset and couldn't help but complain.

When the boy approached, he could smell a scent of powder, which was stronger than that of a woman. This is the fashion in Chang'an today. Young men not only need to apply powder, but also have to smoke their clothes.

"Matchmaker Wang, I don't respect you a little." The woman waved her hand, and the servants hurriedly presented gifts.

Naturally, the etiquette is much more expensive than Fang Yiai. Matchmaker Wang is obviously much more enthusiastic and smiles brighter. He greets them and their son enthusiastically, and throws Fang Yiai behind his head.

"I wonder what your mansion is?" asked Matchmaker Wang.

Before his mother could speak, the little white face rushed to say, "My father Wang Xing is the boss of Zuixiangju!"

"Not only Chang'an, but also my restaurant in Luoyang."

"Your benefits are inevitable when the marriage is done."

The little white face had nostrils facing the sky, with a high attitude, and his words were coquettish. He said, "I want to stare at Fang Yiai and others, as if I were showing off to them."

Needless to say, the purpose of coming here is to invite someone to be a matchmaker, and hostility is not to be a bit contagious, but it has a little bit of competition, especially when the two have similar family backgrounds, women are competitive resources.

Although Fang Yiai and the other two looked down on him, for matchmaker Wang, it was considered a high-quality resource. He completely ignored Fang Yiai and the other three and was fully entertaining their mother and son.

"So it's Mrs. Wang and Young Master Wang. Zuixiangju is a famous building in Chang'an!"

"I don't know, my wife is here to invite me. Whose family is going to be a matchmaker?"

Matchmaker Wang pulled the woman to discuss.

Fang Yiai was suddenly neglected. This differentiated treatment made people feel uncomfortable. As soon as Fang Yiai was about to speak, Cheng Chumo couldn't help but feel angry, "I said, there must be someone who comes first and then!"

“…”

The two women who were discussing enthusiastically were suddenly interrupted and looked here together.

"Tsk, you are the ones who want to find a wife, just dream." The little white-faced was even more rude and did not hide his contempt.

Fang Yiai happened to speak, and matchmaker Wang comforted him: "Three young men, please have tea first, and I'll be looking for you later."

"No, we came first!"

When did Cheng Chumo suffer such cold eyes? He has always taken advantage of others. How could he tolerate it? Naturally, he would not forgive others and would not give up.

"Okay!...I wonder what this young master is called?"

Matchmaker Wang has been comforting her, but she still doesn't want to throw away this business. No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still fleshy, but she is obviously impatient at this time.

Although she continued the previous topic, she asked casually, and was already planning to find an excuse to send the three of them away. Anyway, there was a business like the Wang family, and it didn't matter whether they had this order or not.

The little white-faced looked at people with his nostrils, and he looked arrogant to Fang Yiai and the other three.

"My name is Fang Yiai, my father Fang Xuanling."

Fang Yiai looked at the little white face intently. He was so angry that he snorted coldly in his heart, "I will fight with me for my father, I will torture you to death!"

"ah!"

Matchmaker Wang exclaimed, already stunned. She sprinkled the tea in her hand, and ignored it and quickly apologized, "So you are the son of the Fang Xiang! I'm so stupid."

Who is Fang Xuanling? Shangshu Zuo Pushe, Li Shimin's right-hand man, the wise prime minister of the dynasty, and no one in the world knows it.

Moreover, the profession of matchmaker must pay attention to the trends of the court, understand the situation of each family, and come to the door to propose marriage rashly, and in the end they will offend both sides.

So, she knew that the second son of the Fang Xiang family was indeed called Fang Yiai.

Fang Yiai glared at him with bad intentions, and Xiaobai's face looked extremely ugly and frightened.

With the power of the Fang family, it is as easy to deal with him as a merchant family as killing an ant. This is a crushing class.

"Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce" have the lowest status. None of the children of merchants in the Tang Dynasty had the right to participate in the imperial examinations, but the Fang family was a meritorious class, which could be said to be in the sky and the other underground.

"Coward!"

Cheng Chumo was not at a loss, so he immediately fought back.

"I have rudely hit several young men, please forgive me."

The woman grabbed her son and quickly apologized. Then she said to the matchmaker Wang, "I will talk about my child's marriage a few days ago. We will say goodbye today."

Before matchmaker Wang could speak, she hurriedly left with her son.

After leaving the matchmaker's house, the young man reacted from the shock, "Mom, why are we so panic? His identity may not be true."

"Son, I would rather believe in such a thing than believe in it. If that person is fake, we can at most lose face. If it is real, we will get involved."

...

"Mr. Fang is just having fun? Your marriage is due to Mrs. Fang. It would be too much of a joke to have someone who can match the matchmaker!"

The Fang family is not an ordinary family, but a real powerful man. The matchmakers they are looking for are not ordinary people. After all, those who can become relatives with him have status, and ordinary matchmakers do not have enough status.

Another reason is that she is not sure whether Fang Yiai is true or not. She didn’t come in person with the elders of the Fang family, so she would not take on this trouble.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you this marriage."

Matchmaker Wang then added that she didn't say anything and was still very concerned about the business. "Mr. Fang really wants to propose marriage with someone, so please invite Mrs. Fang to come."

"Ah! That's it..."

Fang Yiai was not familiar with the ancient proposing marriage regulations. "The words of the matchmaker" were first the order of the parents, and then the words of the matchmaker.

"There is no need for matchmaker Wang to refuse in a hurry. Please introduce some girls who are innocent from a family background to marry. The matchmaker will definitely ask you to do it in the future."

Fang Yiai moved him with emotion and reason. After saying that, he looked at Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chuliang reached out and hooked his fingers a few times.

"what?"

"Give it money!" Fang Yiai came out in a hurry and didn't carry money.

"I have no money, I have invested all my money in the restaurant."

Cheng Chuliang's head was shaking like a rattle. The old Cheng family has always taken advantage of it. They have suffered a loss once today, so they naturally don't want to pay the money.

Fang Yiai was even more energetic than them, and urged impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, I saw it just now, bring it up."

The lie was exposed, and Cheng Chuliang was forced to do so, and he couldn't find an excuse for a while. He was so sad that he had no choice but to hand over a purse.

Fang Yiai didn't even look at it, and threw the diameter to the matchmaker, Cheng Chuliang's face was filled with pain.

Matchmaker Wang weighed the weight, smiled and her attitude changed by one hundred and eighty degrees. "Young master is looking for the right person. No one in Chang'an City knows better than old man."

Her eyes when she looked at Fang Yiai, she inevitably had a little strangeness, and she regarded Fang Yiai's behavior as a new hobby of a playboy.

"Mr. Fang told you that the daughter of Duke Lu is well-educated and well-off, you can consider it." The matchmaker ate this bowl of rice, and after receiving the money, he started to introduce it endlessly.

"Who is Duke Lu?"
Chapter completed!