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Chapter 400

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As a viscount who was both important and insignificant, Li Yi's departure didn't have much impact on the capital.

The biggest change he had made in the capital was to make all the females in the capital crazy. The appearance of perfume and the expansion of production made him the "man behind the back" of countless young girls and young women in the capital. It also made countless men gnash their teeth in hatred.

Because of the high price of perfume, the speed at which new perfume was introduced was astonishing. Even if it was the same perfume, it could be put in different porcelain bottles of different sizes, and even the name could be different.

As for those crazy fans, they wouldn't stop until they collected all the series of gifts given to women by the heavens. It was fine for those who were well-off, but those who were a bit shy would naturally hate perfume to the extreme.

Of course, this kind of hatred was often reduced a lot when they smelled the nice fragrance of their wives, especially at a special (harmonious) moment. The effect of perfume was too obvious.

The emperor's concubines were also women, and women couldn't resist the temptation of perfume.

The direct result was that the emperor only stayed in the palace of the empress and Concubine Yan for two whole months, because in the entire harem, only the empress and Concubine Yan didn't use perfume.

As for the other concubines, His Majesty wouldn't look for them anyway, so the result would be the same whether they used perfume or not. Of course, the most important thing was to be happy.

Because of Li Yi's departure, the princes and princesses in the palace could finally get rid of those obscure numbers and symbols and completely let themselves go. Among them, Prince Jin was the most successful.

At most, the other princes were more lively than before. Prince Jin, who was tortured by the mathematics teacher, waited for two months, but the hateful mathematics teacher didn't come back. Finally, like a wild dog or a pig that got out of the fence, he not only tore the mathematics textbook to pieces and burned it, but also pinched Yong Ning's face as revenge.

Although Yong Ning would never fight back made him feel very unfulfilled, when he thought about how he was targeted because he bullied Yong Ning, how he was hung on the stage because he couldn't write an answer, and how he lost face in front of his brothers and sisters, Prince Jin felt that everything was meaningful.

The naive young man obviously didn't have a long-term plan, and he didn't know that the nightmare he thought had not ended, but had not yet begun.

Until many years later, when the dean of the Institute of Mathematics of the Jingguo Academy of Sciences, who once fought against all the PhD students in the Imperial College of Mathematics without losing, loudly said, "I'm not saying that you are garbage, I mean, everyone here is garbage." This classic sentence, when Prince Jin recalled his childhood, he still couldn't forget the fear of being dominated by mathematics.





Viscount Mansion.

"Yi 'er and Ruyi have been gone for two months. Why aren't they back yet?" The old lady of the Li family was sitting in the yard with a needle and thread in her hand. She was making a small dress.

The blind old lady of the He family also looked a little envious and said, "If only I had been blinded a little later, I would have been able to see what they look like. I would have been able to make clothes for their children like my old sister."

The old lady of the Li family smiled and said, "I'm also idle. While I can still see, I'll make a few more. I missed the child 20 years ago, and I can't miss it this time."

The old lady of the He family nodded and said, "I have nothing to think about in my life. I just want to see Yuniang's child have a child as soon as possible. At that time, even if I die, I can close my eyes well."

The two old ladies chatted while basking in the sun. Naturally, the topic was Li Yi and Ruyi, or their children.

A little farther away from the two old ladies, in a place with better sunlight, a kind-looking old man was lying on a rocking chair. His face showed a comfortable expression, and he snorted slightly from time to time.

In the accounting room, Uncle Li was calculating the accounts one by one. Now, he was able to maintain his composure in the face of the huge numbers. He thought to himself that at this rate, it wouldn't be long before the family would have to build another house to store the money.

Outside the mansion, Fang was supervising the craftsmen to build houses. More than a dozen houses that were about to be completed were scattered on both sides of the Viscount Mansion. He looked around and found that no craftsmen were slacking off. He casually sat on the stone steps at the door with a depressed expression on his face.

More than a month ago, after he came to the capital from Qing 'an Mansion with everyone, he learned that the son-in-law and the young lady had returned to Qing' an Mansion. For more than a month, he had been doing these boring things every day, and his heart was really depressed.

Zhu Zi secretly ate sweets and broke his teeth. All day long, his cheeks were swollen, and he cried for his parents. His wife at home now forbade him to eat candied haws again. Several women discussed and soon moved the candied haws business to the streets of the capital. Now, every day was busy, and only he was relatively idle.

He began to miss the old days. Even if he ran up and down the mountain every day, selling Ruyi nectar, and playing with the terrifying things with the son-in-law to kill the outlaws, it was still much more interesting than his current life.

Of course, after coming to the capital, he would never be able to see Miss Xiao Hong again. Old Fang let out a long sigh and stared blankly at the azure sky. The pure white clouds gradually transformed into the appearance of a round-faced woman …





Yuezhou was one of the provinces of the Jing Kingdom. It was famous for its dangerous mountains and rivers, and it was next to Qing 'an Mansion. At this time, on the official road from Yuezhou to Qing' an Mansion, a carriage was slowly moving forward.

The driver was a young woman. She was dressed in a tight outfit and leaned against the carriage. In her hands, she was holding a strange picture book that she bought when she passed by a place. However, she did not flip through it for a long time. Her pretty face revealed a hint of laziness as she listened to the sounds coming from inside the carriage.

The inside of the carriage was very spacious. It should be quite spacious for four or five people to sit inside. At this time, a young woman with two buns of hair was resting her cheeks in her hands as she listened to the mysterious stories of sword immortals flying on swords.

Bang!

A muffled sound suddenly rang out. In the middle of the road, a thick tree trunk blocked the road, sending up a cloud of dust.

The woman's eyebrows slightly moved. She put down the picture book in her hands and looked forward.

Not long after, a rustling sound came from the side of the dense forest. Immediately, a strong man wearing coarse hemp clothes jumped out from the side and blocked the front of the carriage. He fiercely said, "This mountain was planted by me … Bah! This mountain was planted by me. This tree, this tree … "

The expression on the burly man's face was a little awkward. This was the first time he had done something like this. He was illiterate, and he had to ask several people before he managed to ask about the "official language" of robbery. However, at this most important moment, he was so nervous that he completely forgot about it.

"This mountain was planted by me. This tree was planted by me. If you want to pass through, you have to pay for the road."

The woman in the tight outfit jumped down from the carriage and glared at the man. She crossed her arms and reminded him.

The man's face revealed a look of realization. He slapped his forehead and said loudly, "Yes, this mountain was planted by me. This tree is mine. It's me. What's mine again?"

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