Mo Li's incense rate was not too fast, but he could see some continuous spices, which came out from time to time from time to time from Tang Chuxin. It was definitely not like Tang Chuxin's appearance of selling dog meat with the help of sheep.

Mix the three incense together and finally make the worst one.

"Aren't you afraid that I will learn?"

Qian Zichen found a chair for himself to sit down, and also shook the fan and slapped the wind on his face.

It was so hot that he was so hot in this cold weather, which shows how busy it is.

What surprised her was nothing else, but Mo Li, who was really not afraid of him at all.

Which of the incense-making families did not hide, just like Tang Chuxin, who dug a hole to stuff it inside, for fear that others would know. As for herself, she would let a bunch of people guard it, because she was afraid that others would know what?

Mo Li was so generous and nervous that he was so unpredictable to outsiders.

Mo Li raised his eyelids lightly.

"Do you think this is a snow vegetable?"

"kindness?"

Qian Zichen didn’t understand, how could he mention what he made of snow dish?

One eats and the other is used. How can these two be compared?

Mo Li threw a bottle of spices on the table again.

"There are many people in this world who can grow vegetables, and you can also learn that spices need special people to make them fragrant."

"What special person?"

Qian Zichen took the spice bottle and opened it, put it under his nose. This is the spice of Yipin. No matter which bottle it is or when it smells it, there will be a faint fragrance, which is very light, but it is also amazing.

It is amazing in your breath and also in your day.

Mo Li gave him another bottle, "Pure, and..." She pulled up her sleeve and sniffed it, "Madam said that every incensemaker is their own incense. Even if the same incense formula is given to different people, the incense they make are all different, so-called harmony, one harmony, two harmony people, and three harmony heaven."

"That's how..."

Although Qian Zichen didn't understand, he knew that if he followed what Mo Li said, it means that Tang Chuxin, who had a life of hundreds, would never think of making real spices in his life.

Hurt Tianhe.

So what if she really makes her smell fragrant in the end, it is pure, and the world will give you gifts, but the same is true for the harm of heaven and the law of heaven is hard tolerant.

Tang Jiaxiang has been infamous for thousands of years. The ones who sold Tang Jiaxiang one after another had a good family. Although they did not hurt their muscles, they also lost half of the money. The bad family may have shaken the roots. Even Ru Qianjia has suffered heavy losses now. The shops of the three families, million taels of silver, and Qian Zihao were too greedy at the time, so the most Tang Jiaxiang preparatory was sold by him.

The fragrance has not been sold out, the Tang family has fallen, the Tang family has smelled, and the shop has been smashed. Even if the spices are fed to dogs, the dogs are unwilling to eat. The most important thing is that the reputation of Qianjia has been greatly affected.

Not to mention the amount of money lost this time, the imperial merchants who have been in the century may really have to change their houses to come here this year.

"Young Master, your son."

A servant ran over quickly and said in a hurry.

"Your Majesty is here, you can go and receive it now."

He is a terrible person. When he sees the royal family, his legs are weak, so how can he receive others?

Qian Zichen quickly stood up and tidied up his clothes. He really didn't know why this person was here today?

When he came out, he saw that the carriage was still parked outside the incense shop, and there were many officers and soldiers around him, and the ostentatious luxury carriage, with glass gold roofs and agarwood boxwood.

From time to time, there will be a faint fragrance, which will naturally accompany you and be low-key.

"Qianzichen pays homage to the prince."

Qian Zichen hurriedly bowed, which was also a way of ritual.

“No need to be polite.”

King Lu was holding a white cat in his arms. This was what the guards asked him for. Although it was not as soft as the fox's touch, it was also quite soft and obedient and white. He liked it at a glance.

Now, his complexion is not as good as the disease and weakness of the past. Although his qi and blood are still weak, it no longer looks like a premature disease. There are dozens of pills in the bottle. If it gets better after taking it, then everyone will be happy. If it doesn’t get better again, then you will have to put a few bottles on it.

No matter how precious the medicine was, he believed that as long as he wanted it, Luo Hengli would definitely give it to him.

He was going back to the imperial city, but he thought of something, and then he was here.

"Do you sell something Yipinxiang here?"

King Lu asked Qian Zichen outside. He used to have a weak voice, but now the obvious breath is so obvious that he can hear a hint of anger.

"Report to the prince, that's right."

Qian Zichen responded respectfully.

"Every bottle of spice sold by our Qianjia Xiangshang is also a kind of incense. If you pretend to be a hundred bottles, you will be fined for the same person."

The king in the carriage gently stroked the little white cat in his arms.

"He believes in you if he can choose you. Do you have any jade cream here?"

In fact, he just came over and asked, Luo Hengli left in a hurry, otherwise he would have to ask him for a few bottles and take them back and give them to his father and mother.

The last time the envoy brought it back, the mother's mother used it very well. When the father saw it, she also used it herself. Before she could use a few bottles, she was a little younger.

However, the jade-rein paste is only available in the capital of Dazhou. The mountains are high and the road is far away. It takes about half a year to go to the imperial city of Dazhou.

So he just came over to try his luck.

"Yufeng Paste?"

How could Qian Zichen forget about this matter? "Report to the prince."

He quickly bent his waist again.

"When I left, I said that I would give you some jade-colored cream. If you want it in the future, you can come and get it at any time. My Qianjia Xiangxing has a jade-colored cream for sale. Although it is not much, it will definitely leave a few bottles for the prince."

"Give it to me quickly."

King Lu quickly sat upright. He touched his face. Luo Hengli was nearly thirty years old, but looking at how tender his face was, he was younger than him. I really don’t know who they were. If they were still handsome men, he would become a white-haired old man.

His face must be used for jade-like cream, and he has to apply it on his face more.

Qian Zichen hurried back to the incense shop and took out ten boxes of jade-colored paste. In fact, this time his incense shop was only a hundred boxes in total, and these hundred boxes were carried back by Zhefeng with carved meat again and again. As for when Mo Li could make jade-colored paste in the future, I don’t know yet, but now the hundred boxes are only the remaining ninety bottles.
Chapter completed!