Zhou Feng stepped forward with a smile, "Yes, this is the newly made incense made by our Zhou family. You can smell it."
After that, he brought the lit incense burner to them.
After smelling it, their eyes lit up, "This fragrance is so unique, it smells like spring, as if a warm breeze has brought in the scent of fruity, vanilla, and woody flowers. It's fresh and pleasant, and makes people feel happy."
Zhou Feng raised the incense burner and said, "Young lady, you really have a good eye. Our incense happens to be called Strong Spring."
The ladies liked it very much and said with a smile: "Okay, shopkeeper, how much does a box of these spring-flavored pills cost?"
A box of fragrant pills contains ten pills. ?.?????.???
The price is naturally not cheap either, a box costs about 20 taels per box.
Xiangwan at this price is already considered expensive in the capital.
After hearing the price, the ladies began to hesitate. Ordinary fragrant pills cost only one tael of silver per box at most.
The prices vary quite a bit.
However, this fragrance is really rare. After hesitation, the ladies and ladies said: "Shopkeeper, give us a box each."
There are four of them in total, and each box costs eighty taels of silver.
The waiter on the side quickly took an abacus to calculate the accounts, and then handed the boxes containing fragrant pills to them one by one.
The ladies and ladies were overjoyed when they took the incense pills. They opened the box one by one and smelled it again and again. Finally, they all went home with smiles, eager to light the incense quickly.
It is said that there is another magical thing about this incense. If a couple lights this incense in their tent, their relationship will be better than before.
The lingering spring breeze passes through my breath, as if I have the same state of mind as when I loved someone in the first place.
Among these ladies, one is the sister of General Han, who is now the wife of Zhong Shangshu.
Zhong Shangshu was also a student of Taishi Lu in the past. He was a fairly upright man, and he and General Han's sister were considered a young couple.
General Han's sister had been with him when he was a scholar, accompanying him to take scientific examinations, accompanying him to become the top candidate in high school, and finally accompanying him to become an official.
However, the couple had not been pregnant for many years after their marriage. Coupled with the fact that they had been living as a couple for several years, their relationship was no longer as good as before.
Mrs. Zhong is indifferent to Shangshu Zhong. She obviously cares deeply but often makes sarcastic remarks.
And Zhong Shangshu even fell in love with a new little maid in the mansion a few months ago.
This little maid is not that beautiful.
But she is somewhat similar to Mrs. Zhong when they were young.
After all, couples who have been married for many years are no match for the boring years. No matter how deep the relationship is, it will fade away like water.
Mrs. Zhong told her brother about this.
General Han didn't know how to persuade her.
Later, Han Yaner told her to buy some incense from the Zhou family and calm down.
In fact, he wanted her to calm down and stop making trouble in the house all the time.
Mrs. Zhong bought some spring flowers and went home, lighting incense beside the bed curtain.
Not long after, Zhong Shangshu came.
Although he is older, he is still a talented person. He is wearing a brown-red coat and has a little beard, and he can be considered handsome.
Mrs. Zhong lowered her head and asked him coldly: "I said, if you want to take a concubine, divorce me first."
Zhong Shangshu frowned and said with a sad face: "Madam, you know, I will never divorce you in this life."
Mrs. Zhong turned sideways and said, "Since you are ruthless to me, why don't we just break up?"
The spring breeze beside the bed slowly floated a white smoke, and the fragrant mist drifted throughout the room.
When Zhong Shangshu smelled the fragrance, he was startled and froze in place as if he had lost his soul.
Mrs. Zhong continued: "If you like that girl, divorce me and marry her, and don't talk to me about taking a concubine again."
When Zhong Shangshu saw the lady in front of him who was wearing a plum red skirt, he felt pity in his heart. The love that had long been deposited in his heart seemed to be ignited a little by the fragrance.
Why does he like that girl? He just misses his past lover.
"Madam, I don't take concubines, I won't marry her."
Mrs. Zhong was shocked when she heard this and looked up at him. She didn't know why, but a scent of fragrance passed around her. This man who had gradually lost her interest seemed to overlap with the scholar she had first met. .
