Great Tang’s Unparalleled National Teacher

Niu Weili hearing this, almost fainted.

This matter, he is sure, it must be this little Lord Marquis who made the shot!

Otherwise, ordinary people wouldn't dare to do such a foolish thing!

What a good paper, just give it away?

Either the head is pinched by the door, or it must be irritated, otherwise it will definitely not be able to do such a thing.

"Walking around, what are you still doing? Go to the city gate!"

Niu Weili couldn't sit still, and rushed out of the palace gate.

And all the Bailiff ran out in a hurry.

Each of them holds a piece of paper in their hands.

Don’t underestimate the paper in their hands, which is only the size of a book. If When you meet someone in need, this piece of paper can basically be exchanged for a day's food money!

This is so scary.

They also want to follow Niu Weili to take a look. By the way, if they can get a little bit of benefit, it would be best.

At this time, at the city gate, the noise was already worse than that of the Street Market. Everyone was talking about their heads and watching the city gate with their feet on the ground. Some people snatched a blank paper, happy. The others are holding it off, while the rest are even more anxious.

No way, this piece of paper is just a little bit, but there are so many people.

Although many people are here to join in the fun, I want to see who really dares to do such a prodigal thing.

And just now.

A white gauze tent carriage carved with moiré slowly appeared above the suspension bridge of Mingdemen.

As soon as the carriage crosses the moat, it can’t move. In front of the car, there are countless people, even the cargo dealers, leaving one person to watch the car, and the rest. All rushed into the city gate, as if something extraordinary happened in the city.

"Tong'er, what's up ahead? Why is this door so noisy?"

In the car, Ouyang Xun asked faintly, the boy next to the car paddled his feet and looked at , Said: "I don't know, but what seems to have happened, Rong Xiaotong will go and see."

"This is...Mr. Ouyang's car?"

Time.

The guard of the city gate finally found this unique carriage and exclaimed.

In an instant, all the people who heard the name were shivered all over, and the merchants on the outermost periphery turned around hurriedly, stepped aside, and bowed to salute.

"What is this? Why is it so noisy?"

The boy, learning Ouyang Xun's tone, pointed to the guard who was half his height and asked.

The city gate guard who was questioned hurriedly said: “I don’t know what happened today. Suddenly there were more women in the city. They held a blank paper that they had never seen before and sent them to someone. No, these people are all gathered in the city gate now, and they can’t leave. Chang'an City has heard more and more people coming!"

The guards are in a hurry! To make things clear from front to back, the boy glanced at him suspiciously, pointed to an old merchant who was kneeling beside him who could be his grandfather and asked: "Tell me, is he true? "

" In reply to the little brother, it is true, it is true, you see, these are the two pieces of paper that the little one just got. If you need one, the little one will be dedicated to Mr. Ouyang. ......"

Without waiting for him to finish, the boy took both pieces of paper from his hand impatiently.

When the child looked at the paper, he couldn't help being surprised.

Don't dare to be careless, hurriedly handed the paper into the sedan chair.

In the sedan, Ouyang Xun squinted his eyes and shook the folding fan, but the sound from outside still reached his ears.

White paper?

Or a group of women giving away?

impossible.

Doesn’t that mean that I’m not as good as the woman and child when I wait for Scholar?

Ouyang Xun is angry.

What is this?

It is not a crime for you to have money, but you don’t want to use the reputation of Scholar in the world and treasures to exaggerate your nouveau riche mentality. ?

Is it still blank?

Ouyang Xun took the white paper handed in by the child with disdain in his heart.

But as soon as the white paper started, Ouyang Xun's face changed, and he hurriedly unfolded the white paper and placed it under his muddy eyes, looking carefully.

Paper is light and soft, without the hardness of rice paper, but it is very soft, as thin as silk and satin, as thin as cicada wing, and placed on the car curtain, it can faintly transmit light.

What kind of paper is this?

The old man has been alive for dozens of years. Why is this white paper unheard-of before?

Who did this?

So white?

This...

When Ouyang Xun came back to his senses with a series of questions, he couldn't help being furious.

Such good paper, like a vegetable market, is so scrambled by these ordinary people?

Spoil it?

Even he, the Great Confucian generation, will not dare to use rice paper at will tomorrow. This thing is more precious than life, and will only be used when it is a last resort.

But at this time, what did Ouyang Xun see when he lifted the car curtain?

A pair of sweat-stained hands, randomly dirty with such white paper, and there are people who rubbed his dirty face.

Ouyang Xun's eyes went black and almost fainted.

"Walk around, quickly enter the palace! Tong'er, right now, enter the palace! I want to face the saint and sue the imperial court!"