"Oh, it's true that you don't even have a fame or fortune~" Matchmaker Li's voice instantly raised two octaves. She shook the handkerchief in her hand and compared it to Zhang Zhenjun. The little chicken feathers that were about to rise up from behind her butt almost appeared directly, "Our General Zhang is a powerful general of the third rank~"

Lost, Feng Honglin can no longer control his urge to swear. Isn’t he just a third-rank general? This started with this person opening his mouth. He has said it over and over again many times. His ears are almost being called out by this person. Is there any reason?

It's just a third-grade military general. It's not just Zhang Zhenjun, who is from the third-grade here. Feng Yiyan is also from the third-grade. There are also Prince Wu and Princess Wu who are hiding behind. If you pull out one, you can crush him into pieces in minutes. Is it true?! If you don't compare with the King Wu couple who are royal relatives, you can compare your colleagues in the same dynasty~, you are from the third-grade, then you have the third-grade, from the second-grade, from the first-grade, from the first-grade, from the first-grade, from the first-grade, from the first-grade, from the first-grade, and from the super-grade. Look, you have many old ladders at the peak. As for the mere third-grade, you can make this look like you have no earth in the sky, like Wushuang?

The matchmaker Li, who showed off her identity as a master, once again turned to Feng Honglin's other weakness...

"I asked again if I was rude. I just said that you are here to give Miss Feng a betrothal gift? I wonder what you have given? Of course, let's not talk about this Hongyan, wedding cake, and candy. How much do you have given this betrothal gift? How much does it have with our General Zhang?"

Feng Honglin shook his head. Although he had a small fortune, he was incomparable to Zhang Zhenjun. At least he had such a rich move - he really couldn't do the task of carrying the boxes of gold ingots full of boxes.

"No..." Matchmaker Li shouted exaggeratedly, "Where is the jewelry on the face? Look, the heads and faces prepared by General Zhang for Miss Feng were all created by the top masters in the top silver building in our capital. I wonder what kind of jewelry do you have prepared?"

Feng Honglin touched his nose, it was hard to say what this thing was. When this happened suddenly, he didn't have time to go to the silver house to order anything. That kind of top-notch silver house is not that you have money, but people will let you pick and choose casually, and reach the top of this industry. Then not only do you choose a store, but also a store has to pick customers. This has no power, no power, no identity, no matter how much money you have, no one will really look at you, and they will take out their own store treasure for you!

So this time, in addition to the funding of Princess Wu, some of the head and face jewelry that Feng Honglin took out was provided by the Feng family. The dowry jewelry originally prepared for Feng Feifei... was temporarily pieced together, so this was only polite at most. It was really incomparable to Zhang Zhenjun's scheming. Let the woman prepare a betrothal gift for herself... Although it was a special condition and special handling, this matter was too ridiculous and weird. When she thought of this, Feng Honglin couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Obviously, Feng Honglin's appearance was misunderstood by matchmaker Li, or to be more precise, the betrothal gifts prepared by Zhang Zhenjun really gave Li too high confidence, so she criticized Feng Honglin for being more wanton...

"Oh~, you can't even take out a precious face for Miss Feng, right?! Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Matchmaker Li smashed her mouth, and her little eyes that disdained and contempt were wandering around Feng Honglin. If Feng Honglin hadn't been very sure that his face was very clean and there was no problem with his clothes. He might have doubted whether there was a bit of "xiang" on his face and clothes.

Finally, he threw a contemptuous look at Feng Honglin. Li matchmaker Te Teer walked to Feng Honglin, raised his chin proudly, and then looked at Feng Yiyan...

"Master Feng... I don't want to say that the son-in-law you are looking for for the eldest lady is too..., tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk t

"From the third rank senior ~" bowed to Zhang Zhenjun, turned to look at Feng Honglin and curled his lips, "A commoner who doesn't even have a fame and fortune."

"You can make a re-hire, ensure Miss Feng's future luxury and food, and help the Feng family's good match~" I bowed to Zhangzhen Military Office again, then turned to Feng Honglin and curled his lips again, "I can't even get a decent betrothal gift."

Going forward and coming to Feng Yiyan, matchmaker Li bowed...

"Master Feng, I think this family is a good match. You really have to think it through carefully~ Compared with our General Zhang, this person is afraid that he will not even be worthy of carrying shoes to us General Zhang! If you want to marry your eldest lady to such a person, you are not afraid that your girl will blame you in the future, right?"

"With marriage to such a guy, how can Aike stay in her best friend circle in the future? This mistake will bring eternal regret..."

Like that big show, matchmaker Li patted his chest and pounded his legs, looking heartbroken, as if Feng Yiyan was really going to marry Feng Honglin, it wouldn't be something his own father could do. He would definitely push his daughter into the fire pit...

"Have you said enough?" Feng Yiyan's face was dark.

"Enough, how can this be enough?!" Matchmaker Li shouted and waited for something to say, but was scared by Feng Yiyan's "shut up" and almost lost her soul. The momentum of this year-old superior cannot withstand the matchmaker, a little matchmaker!

"What? When will I choose my son-in-law and you, a little matchmaker, come and scratch your fingers?!" Feng Yiyan glanced straight, and the matchmaker Li, who was already scared to shrink her neck, shrank three points into her stomach.

"Master Feng, this matchmaker Li just told the truth, right?" Zhang Zhenjun saw that the situation was wrong, so he hurriedly blocked it. He didn't want to be broken by Feng Yiyan's words!

"Tell me the truth? What is this... the truth?" Feng Yiyan sneered coldly...
Chapter completed!