Your Majesty, Stop Foisting Princesses on Me

Dusk, street, canteen. Men, men, two men, one old and one young, standing across the counter. 'It's you?' 'It's me.' 'You're here.' 'I'm here.' 'You shouldn't have come.' 'I'm already here.' 'You're here after all. "I'm here after all." " Silence, a long silence. The two people, like clay and wood sculptures, faced each other, but the setting sun became more and more tilted. "What are you doing here? "The old man finally broke the silence. "Make soy sauce. "It was crisp and clear, word for word, without any hesitation. The old man pondered for a while and then said slowly: "How much does it cost per pound? "One piece." "Still crisp and clear, without any hesitation. The man's face has changed, and he said: "You know I never sell soy sauce here for one yuan a pound. , "I only want one yuan a pound of soy sauce." "Are you serious? "Seriously! "The soy sauce seller stared at the man in front of him. He was very young, but his eyes would never be forgotten by anyone who looked at them. They were as quiet as night and as deep as the sea. He knew that the young man in front of him was definitely not human, but he also knew that he would never sell soy sauce for one yuan a pound. The surroundings were still so quiet, as quiet as death. The sunset was gradually setting, and he looked at the sunset in the distance. Feeling unspeakable fear, he smiled bitterly and said: "Do you have to buy it for one yuan a pound?" "What if I don't sell it to you?" "You can try it!" ' Silence, as silent as death. After a long while, he looked up at the young man and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll sell you a pound of soy sauce for one dollar, but don't mention it to outsiders!" He took the soy sauce bottle and one dollar from the young man's hand. The bottle is cold, just like the heart of an old man; the coins are slightly hot, just like the palm of a young man's hand. After a while, the boy took the soy sauce bottle he handed back, turned around and walked towards the door. He won this battle, completely. A trace of pride flashed across the young man's face. But the soy sauce seller stopped him from behind: "Do you think you are really better than me?" The boy's body shook slightly and he stopped. "Obviously, I have got soy sauce at such a low price." " "Good. " 'Then I have defeated you.' 'It's a pity that you missed a little bit. The boy suddenly turned around, the muscles on his face twitched slightly. He seemed to realize something, but it was too late. The soy sauce seller only smiled softly and said: "My soy sauce is originally sold for eighty cents per catty. ,

Has the name been changed? Or was it transferred from another place and no one checked for plagiarism?

It's almost the same as Tang Zhuan. The most important thing is that it's relaxed, scheming but not too much, and the CPU is easier to run. No one has read such a good book.

Although he wanted to lower the star rating to protect the book, the author made great efforts in the early stage to successfully lower the rating, which can be said to be a deliberate move. I am very relieved about this book now. I hope the author will continue to work hard [learned][learned]

Although I don't know why so few people have read it, it is indeed a rare masterpiece.

I haven't seen such a good novel in a long time.

The language is humorous and the history is tested. There is no vulgar focus on various manufacturing, more interspersed with some historical and imaginary plots, I like it.

Very good. Most of the stories about traveling through the Tang Dynasty are about the princes seizing the throne. Very few stories about the Tang Dynasty are written from the perspective of the second son of a minister.

It's okay, everyone has their own preferences [thinking][laughing]

It's pretty good-looking. I've been keeping it and suddenly found out that it's been taken off the shelves? Can the author explain why it was suddenly removed from the shelves?