The ugly concubine counterattacks the beautiful lady, the evil prince should not love her too much

Advertisements in the 11th century were omnipresent and poisoned a large number of promising young people. However, advertisements can be harmful as well as beneficial. After watching too many advertisements, it is not difficult to create some on your own.

How could a new generation of promising socialist youth who grew up in advertising not be well versed in marketing and advertising?

"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have something to say, say it quickly! I'm in a hurry to have a drink!"

Seeing her so uncivilized, the old man with gray beard felt a little embarrassed, but he still didn't dare to offend her, so he could only say, "My master wants to ask you, sir, where did the medicine for your wife's treatment come from?"

"If he wants to ask, then let him ask it himself. Does he have no mouth, or is he dumb?" Yang Qianqian looked unhappy.

Xianfeng still put on a smile after reading this: "Well, then this one..."

The old man held it in for a long time, then glanced at the wild Yang Qianqian and said, "Sir, can you come to my master's house as a guest? My master has hidden a few jars of good wine, which can entertain you!"

The drunkard pretended to have a bright look in his eyes: "That sounds like a human thing to say. Hey, you lead the way!"

"The younger one is the Nangong family's housekeeper!" Look at the housekeeper's name, it's a lucky name, no wonder the Nangong family is so prosperous.

With the help of housekeeper Fucheng, Yang Qianqian entered the Nangong family openly.

The blind old man is a slightly plump middle-aged man. It can be seen that he must have been a handsome man when he was young.

As soon as he saw Yang Qianqian, his face was filled with a smile as if he had seen his savior: "This is..."

"Mu!" After thinking for a while, he gave himself a name like Yang Silang, "My name is Mu Yi!"

"Ah!" Nangong Mo called out politely, and asked someone to serve wine. "I am Nangong Mo. I invited Master Mu here today because I heard that Brother Mu has a magic medicine that can beautify the skin. I wonder where it came from?"

"Don't mention it. It makes me angry. If I didn't have this medicine, I would still have a wife. Now, I have nothing."

"Who did Master Mu get the medicine from?" Nangong Mo continued to ask patiently.

Fan Si took a big sip (well, of course he was pretending, he didn't drink much): "If you want it, here, there is another small bottle. I was angry just now and forgot to give it to that bitch. I heard that the disciple of the divine monk was going to open a clinic in the capital, and I wanted to buy some medicine for that bitch, but now she doesn't need it."

Who wants to open a clinic in the capital?" Nangong Mo is a businessman, so he is naturally good at grasping the key points of other people's words.

"The disciple of the divine monk that the woman prescribed medicine for is said to be a lay disciple. The divine monk said last time that he would ask us to find a young master Qian who runs a clinic in the capital in half a year and then prescribe the medicine!"

Yang Qianqian pinched the medicine bottle in her hand. "Speaking of which, this medicine is really expensive, more than five hundred taels of silver for a bottle. If I didn't feel sorry for that woman, and I've made quite a bit of money in the past few years, I wouldn't buy it for her no matter what..."

牐犚槐貝洗钯郑 while finishing what he wanted to say.

"Go and get two thousand taels of silver for this Mr. Mu!" As soon as the voice fell, Nangong Mo shouted with wealth and grandeur.