Dali Temple Conspiracy Records

Chapter 20 The Tasteful Demonic Aura
The north of Chang'an is just like the Qinhuai River in Jinling, with fireworks and willow alleys, deep colorful courtyards, and countless pink and jade makeups.However, the men indulge in their sensuality here, but it’s only a night of dew; The evening scene of women "all aging in the dust"?Even if the red makeup fades in the future, it may not be more eye-catching than an ant.

But when they were still alive and very young, they could always cause endless disturbances.

boom!
Bang!
Whoa!

The sound of utensils being smashed and smashed came one after another, mixed with the woman's sharp curse: "He actually went to a brothel to find a woman, how dare he run to a brothel!"

"Miss, put out the fire, put out the fire." Another slightly old voice discouraged.

"Eliminate the fire? How do I eliminate it? He even went out fooling around behind my back, I can't wait to burn down the house with a fire!"

"Miss has been married for so many years, she should change her temper." Accompanied by the sound of cleaning up, the older female voice continued, "Men, who doesn't want to save face, likes to speak softly, Miss can't always be so angry big."

It's okay not to persuade, but the woman became even more angry after persuading her: "Hey, blame me? What face does he have in front of me? If it weren't for my father, he would have won the position of Yuanwailang? What qualifications does he have for my mother to follow?" Does he accompany the smiling face? Now that the bastards are coming to the door, nanny, you still let me put out the fire, I'm already very polite not to kill that bastard!"

The elder sighed: "Oh, what are the young lady's plans?"

"What's the plan, of course it's a clean break! As for the baby in the womb, whether she likes it or not, I won't recognize it anyway! God damn it, I'm so mad!"

Whoa!

The last vase in the house did not escape the fate of fragmentation in the end.

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In late spring and March, the grass grows and the warblers fly.

As the weather got warmer, the inside and outside of Chang'an City became more and more lively.People take off their heavy winter clothes, invite friends and companions to travel lightly, shopping in the city, and outing in the city, just a few days of warm wind blows away the coldness and desolation of the severe winter season, and quickly restores the usual bustling vitality.

The East and West cities are no exception.Although these two major markets are almost always open except for special holidays, but throughout the winter, in order to resist the cold wind, almost all shops hang thick curtains. In the mood to stay away.Now that the weather is getting warmer, the shopkeeper went to the noren to try to display his dazzling array of products, and the shouts were endless.

Sometimes, though, inappropriate publicity can backfire.

"Hey! I didn't say, Lao Yuan, did you put too much incense in the incense you ordered?" In the west market at dusk, Lao Liu complained to his neighbor, a spice shop, "This smell doesn't taste like The spices you bought in the past years are so thick that they are about to stink, can you sell them?"

"Go, go, don't talk nonsense! Why is this my family's incense! My stove is turned off."

"Huh? Didn't you order it? Could it be from Han San's family?"

Lao Yuan also sniffed the air vigorously: "Who would buy this kind of material? Isn't this a smashed signboard! And why does it smell weird? What's mixed in here?"

He was carefully distinguishing the smells in the different fragrances, when suddenly his eyes blurred, as if a mist enveloped him.

"Ouch... woo... help, help..."

"Old Yuan!"

(End of this chapter)