The Great Tang: World Martial God

Chaotang is like this, and it is even worse in the market.

Rumors of almost demonized perfumes are everywhere.

What can make a man in the world be obsessed with his mind and follow his advice.

What can make women return to youth, glamorous and charming.

There are even divergent opinions about the eternal youth and rejuvenation.

However, such absurd and bizarre rumors have attracted countless wealthy children with their own ambitions and inquiries everywhere.

Waves of guests coming to inquire about the news made Tang Hao a little unbearable.

After the announcement of the opening on April 20th, the Marquis Mansion closed its doors to thank guests and refused to accept it.

Obviously Tang Hao underestimated the strength of these fanatical women.

The Yu Mansion, which had a large number of guests, was almost full of friends from the day Tang Hao closed his doors to thank the guests.

The women who carried the famous painting scrolls talked through the exchange of calligraphy and calligraphy, just to hear whether the rumored perfume is as it is said.

I heard the spies reported that just the threshold of Yu Mansion would be replaced in two days.

When Tang Hao sighed that the Datang woman was so crazy, the opening day finally arrived.

April 20th.

Tang Hao came to'Tianjiao Pavilion' in person.

The moment the red flower clusters opened, the plaque was displayed, and the most luxurious shop in Chang'an City officially opened.

The crowd of people who couldn't be seen undulated surging, and the noisy noise covered the hawking of other vendors in the whole street.

The seemingly weak woman aroused the fierceness lurking in her heart. Regardless of her petite body, she squeezed towards the front as lifeless.

Those palace ladies who were sent by concubines to buy perfumes held the purse in their hands and played once in place of the master, in order to teach them the power of the servants, in order to grab the most advanced position.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Tang Hao sighed in his heart.

It is often heard that this Datang Shangwu has only truly realized it until today.

The small hammer fell, and after three muffled noises, the whole venue fell silent.

Tang Hao looked at the aristocratic lady sitting in the shop, and the monk was sitting in the crowded crowd outside the shop, and said with his hands.

"The sons of the wealthy families, the ladies of the state government, and the daughters of the wealthy families."

"Thank you so much."

After a pause, Tang Hao raised the wooden hammer in his hand and said.

"Today's sale is rouge gouache, and even the finale perfume."

"There is no price at this time, and all the guests present can make a price. The small hammer is settled as the transaction, signed and pledged, and paid to get the goods."

"These things are complicated in processes and very small in output. I hope you will seize them for at least three days after they are sold again."

After that, Tang Hao gave three high-five hands, and the beautiful woman in a clear and beautiful dress dragged the silver plate, filed out, and stood in the line.

Princess Changle, Li Wanqing lightly painted her eyebrows, vermilion lips and peach cheeks, appearing in the shop.

Under the bright colored glaze lamp, the beautiful woman is like a fairy in the picture, and she is slowly coming up with lotus flowers.

I looked at the noble ladies and big daughters present, and looked at the Chang'an citizens who were stupid.

With my own two wives present, all the gorgeous rhetoric introductions are already pale and weak.

Seeing is believing has become the best basis for judging rouge gouache.

There was a loud noise, and the auction began.

"Rouge, the reserve price is fifty pens, and the auction starts."

"One hundred."

"One hundred and fifty pens."

"Double the price!"

A louder than loud cry of price drowned the sea.

On the other side of the street corner.

The hurried carriage was stopped by the groom.

The rushing entourage stood in front of the carriage, respectfully rushing to the dangling curtain on the window of the car.

"Old Zhang, the front is blocked."

"Let's change our lanes?"

The old voice came out of the carriage with a little fatigue.

"What's blocking the road?"

The entourage seemed a little uncomfortable, and replied truthfully after pondering for a moment.

"Dingbeihou once again sold rouge gouache, and the royal officials of the imperial city bid for it."

There was no sound in the curtain, as if thinking and forbearing.

Finally, a voice full of loss came out.

"Let's take a detour."

The carriage shook again, and inside the carriage, the old man's face was solemn, with a little bit of resentment.

"Dingbei Hou is a great minister of the Datang, and he flats the northern border, chanting good sentences and changing the plough."

"The old man thought that this young offspring must be our hope for the future of Datang,"

"But... he... this... he is obsessed with his daughter's family affairs, and he is greedy for money, what kind of style!"

The old Zhang Xian on the opposite side flushed, his thin fists clenched and trembling faintly, a line of words squeezed out between his teeth.

"There is no way to govern the country, and the officials are lazy. Where is the Gangchang? Where is the fighting spirit?"

"Fun Jun! Fuzz Jun!"

The face of the old man on the opposite side changed slightly, and he grabbed Zhang Xian's arm, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes.

"Old Zhang, you must never say this outside!"

"Now that we have entered the imperial city, these words will cause big trouble!"

Zhang Xian flicked his sleeves angrily, shook off the old man's arm, two cold glows shot from his eyes.

"The people of Qingzhou have difficulty eating porridge, so should the people of the imperial city be allowed to be so indulgent?"

"The monarch establishes a high position, not for the sake of his own people, and commits violence. A minister, who is in an important position, is a vegetarian."

"Could it be that the people of Datang should let them go, wanton indulgence, and lewdness?"

Zhang Xian pointed to the direction of the palace, glared at the old man, and sternly rebuked.

"Sage Confucius preached the country of Qi, was surrounded for five days, preached that the country of Chu had no food for seven days, why did he shrink?"

"As descendants of Confucianism and Taoism, we should follow suit!"

"When you come here this time, the old man must reprimand the faint king who killed his brother and forced his father! Let the people of Datang see clearly the face of this inhumane emperor."