Chapter 3: Tossing Pots
Sheng family.

The news that a young marquis had arrived quickly spread back.

"Young Marquis? Could it be from my mother's family?"

Sheng Hong was a little confused when he heard the news from the servant.

As the magistrate of Yangzhou, how could I know any other marquisates except for some connection with the Marquis Yongyi's Mansion?

But when I think about it carefully, I feel that this shouldn’t be the case.

There was a very ugly quarrel between the two families back then, and they almost never had any contact with each other again.

They haven't been in touch for decades, so why would they send their eldest son to attend their family wedding without saying a word?
"Maybe it was someone invited by the Yuan family?"

Wang Ruofu, who was standing by, showed some joy on her face. "Maybe the Yuan family felt that they had lost their manners, so they invited a young marquis who they had a good relationship with to come and save the situation."

She is always a face-conscious person.

The eldest daughter's marriage brought a young marquis, I wonder how much glory it will bring to her face.

I also hope that Rulan’s wedding can be of higher standard in the future.

Sheng Hong also felt proud.

"You blamed me before, but look, is the marriage I found for Hualan okay?"

"The Yuan family is a noble family. How could they be so ignorant of etiquette and deliberately embarrass us?"

As for the young marquis, he came for his own family...

Neither of them had ever thought about this possibility.

Young Marquis!

He is definitely the future marquis.

The noble among the nobles, with a very honorable status.

How could a mere magistrate like them possibly reach the level of someone like that? They don't even have the connections to get close to him.

The gate of Sheng family.

The Yuan family’s team is very powerful.

A pair of wild geese from the Great Wall plus countless betrothal gifts fully demonstrated the grandeur of the Earl's mansion.

"The leader should be the eldest son of the Yuan family. Which of the two young men behind him is the young marquis?"

"I don't know, but the clothes those two young men wore were extremely luxurious, and the jade pendants on their waists were all colors I've never seen before. The faces on their faces when they were talking were normal, so they must be from noble families."

"..."

Following Yuan Wenchun into the room, Yang Wenyuan did not attack immediately, but looked around.

Soon we found the place to play pot-throwing.

So he turned his head and smiled at Gu Tingye beside him.

"Yuan Dalang said that the rules of pitching pots in Yangzhou are different from those in Bianjing, so he asked us to go and play. I'm a little tired, so you can go by yourself."

Gu Tingye liked pitching pots, and seeing the excitement not far away he felt itchy to try his hand. He nodded immediately and went over there excitedly.

Gu Tingye has arrived, now all we have to do is wait for Sheng Changfeng to appear.

Main hall.

"Madam, I am your sister's relative from the Wang family next door to Shigu Lane 20 years ago. Do you remember me?"

"Come on, come on, I'll toast you a glass!"

Wang Ruofu was enjoying the flattery of the officials' wives and noble ladies, when suddenly a woman with unstandard official language came out from nowhere and asked for a toast. She didn't want to pay attention to her, but thinking that today was a big day, she couldn't be rude to others, so she stood up with a fake smile, picked up the cup and took a sip.

Just as she was about to sit down, a maid rushed out and said hurriedly:
"Madam, something terrible has happened. My third brother was gambling with a guest in a game of pitching pots, and he has almost lost all the betrothal gifts for today!"

Wang Ruofu was shocked when she heard this.

Without caring about other people's questions, he put down the cup heavily and walked out of the house quickly.

Inside the hall.

Sheng Hong also knew what Sheng Changfeng had done, so he hurriedly called Yuan Wenchun and his wife to persuade Gu Tingye to stop. At least he had to save the bet, otherwise the Sheng family would lose face today!
Yuan Wenchun was very proud and applauded his good idea of ​​inviting Yang Wenyuan and Gu Tingye, but he looked embarrassed and said:

"Although the guy who played the pot-tossing game is not a young marquis, he is also a well-known figure in Bianjing City and has a noble status. I can't persuade him."

"We are the hosts and they are the guests. This is very inconvenient. Besides, he is someone you brought with you..."

"Although this goose was hunted by my brother, it has now entered the Sheng family and is placed on the Sheng family's table. It is your Sheng family's goose. How can I, an outsider, force myself to step in?"

Sheng Hong's expression was serious. "Da Lang, you sent the wild geese to our door, and the people you brought were won back by him. You are deliberately trying to embarrass our Sheng family today!"

"I don't mean that. But then again, it's Brother Changfeng who wants to be in the spotlight. It would be inappropriate for our Yuan family to interfere."

"That's all. I'm bothering Dalang!"

Sheng Hong saw through Yuan Wenchun's ill intentions and looked like he was enjoying the show. He understood that Yuan Wenchun was determined not to show up, so he swallowed the rest of his words and walked away.

At the same time, a hidden worry arose in my heart.

This eldest son of the Yuan family doesn't look like an easy person to get along with.

If they are not willing to make peace, then there is no way they can invite the young marquis to save face.

Now, a young nobleman who was brought here has started a rebellion.

Then when the young marquis appears, won’t it be earth-shattering?
Sheng Hong felt that today's incident might not be so easy to resolve.

Shou'an Hall.

Sheng Hualan and Old Lady Sheng also heard about the betrothal gift and were furious, but they immediately calmed down and rethought how to deal with the situation.

The young Sheng Hualan was at the age of being a graceful young lady, looking like a delicate and beautiful white lily. She frowned slightly and said after a moment:

"The betrothal gifts are all fake. The Sheng family lost the betrothal gifts. The Yuan family indulged them in gambling on the betrothal gifts just for fun, which is also embarrassing. It's no big deal if they lose everything."

"As long as there is a connection between father and mother, losing the engagement goose is nothing more than a small matter."

Little things?

Mr. Yang from the Sheng family doesn't think so.

……

Yang Wenyuan walked to the main hall.

The arena for throwing pots was already crowded with people. They formed a big circle and cheered for Gu Tingye who was playing the game from time to time.

At this time, standing next to him was a handsome young man with a red face and sweat on his temples.

It should be that Sheng Changfeng.

Yang Wenyuan had no burden in his heart when it came to making a fuss about him.

A bastard's son gambled with the eldest daughter's betrothal gift on his wedding day. Now he is even about to lose the betrothal goose. If it happened to any other family, he would be beaten to death.

That is to say, in the Sheng family, he just received a mild beating and that was it.

"Hey, I lost again. I have almost lost all the betrothal gifts, right?"

"Yes, we will lose our marriage soon."

"If you ask me, the Sheng family is really too much in favor of the concubine and the wife. On the day of the wedding, they allowed a bastard to act so recklessly. Where is the place of etiquette and respect?"

"..."

At the scene, Sheng Changfeng listened to the discussions of the people around him, and suddenly he felt that the arrow in his hand weighed more than a thousand pounds, and his arm trembled slightly unconsciously.

Sheng Hong suppressed his anger and forced a smile to the people around him. He found an excuse to walk to Sheng Changfeng and whispered:

"If you dare to lose, I will beat you to death!"

When Sheng Changfeng heard this, he knew that his father was extremely angry.

Knowing that he had gotten into a big disaster, an overwhelming sense of fear spread in his heart. His already trembling hands became even weaker, and when his hands were empty, he felt a sense of relief instead.

He immediately pushed through the crowd and ran away.

Sheng Minglan was watching the show on the sidelines, but when she saw her third brother running away, the people on the sidelines began to whisper strange things about the Sheng family, and their words were full of sarcasm. She also saw her father jumping in anxiety, so she secretly cheered herself up in her heart and was just gathering up the courage to step forward. As soon as she took a step, she was grabbed by the back of the collar.

(End of this chapter)