Chapter 217: Abacus (2)

Feng Chencheng was a little flustered in her heart, and the Queen Mother's words of unknown meaning made her very uneasy.

It's a pinch, and in any case, the first priority is to get through the royal gates!

The queen mother showed an embarrassed look, sighed and shook her head again, making the atmosphere inexplicably tense.

Feng Chencheng forcibly pressed the coke oven in his heart, biting his lip and waiting for the Queen Mother to speak.

She had already asked once, and if she asked again, it would seem that she cared too much.

She can't be timid, she must be polite!

Everywhere is not surprised, Mount Tai collapses in front and does not change color, this is the posture that a lady should have.

The queen mother felt that the pressure was enough, so she said with a cough:

"Alas, you have also seen that the money spent on this big wedding can cover our entire Yulan country.

The saint had just ascended the throne, and since the first emperor, he had been fighting for many years, and not long ago there was a disaster, and the treasury was already empty.

You also know that our saints don't like extravagant things, and when we see these expenses today, we are furious.

He said that if it really costs so much silver, then he will not get married!

Alas, this child. The Empress Dowager and I couldn't persuade him.

This woman, marriage is a major event, once in a lifetime, if you are really too frugal, the Queen Mother and I also feel sorry for you.

But...... At this point, we are powerless. As the saying goes, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice. ”

The Queen Mother said and began to rub her temples again.

Feng Chencheng was dumbfounded, and it took a while to come back to his senses.

It's been a long time, and you're telling me that you don't have any money!? What do you mean? Is this marriage not consuming?

What about my queenship? However, it is impossible for grandpa to pay for these tens of millions of silver!

Not to mention whether he has it or not, if he really took out so many silver taels, wouldn't it be true that he is a corrupt official!?

If the saint had a convulsion that day, he would cross the river and tear down the bridge, unload the mill and kill the donkey, wouldn't the whole family be in danger?

Feng Chencheng opened his mouth, but not a single syllable came out.

She really didn't know what to say or how to handle the situation.

Who would have thought that the emperor would not get married on the grounds of lack of money, wouldn't he laugh off his big teeth when he said it!

Although as long as the local government levies a tax, it can make up a sum of silver, but it is obvious that the saint will not agree.

Moreover, this method should not be mentioned by her, even the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother can't say this!

Feng Chencheng was so anxious that his forehead was sweating, and his heart was flustered like a hare.

The Queen Mother peeked at her frizzy appearance, and snickered in her heart:

Hmph, I thought I was so calm, but I was just a little girl.

Even if you have some knowledge, you can't be stable when you encounter this kind of thing.

Feng Chencheng opened his mouth several times, how could he think it was inappropriate, so he had to hold the teacup and drink it.

I couldn't help but think in my heart: If the saint married Leng Yi Yanyan, would he also want to "save money"?

Thinking of this question, Feng Chencheng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Hurriedly shook his head vigorously and told himself: No, no, no, I am the queen! I'm done with this queen!

The thought became a shot in the arm and cheered her up.

Since I can't think of a way to sit here now, I naturally have to go back to my grandfather to discuss!

"Queen Mother, this matter is very important, why don't you let me go back and talk to my grandfather first."

The Empress Dowager showed a weak smile and said weakly:

"Alas, such an embarrassing thing is really ...... It hurts me. ”

The Empress Dowager said, frowning slightly, and reached out again to take Feng Chencheng's hand.

Her hands were cold, as if she was really terminally ill.

But for some reason, the shadow of a slowly writhing snake appeared in Feng Chencheng's mind.

(End of chapter)