The Tang Dynasty and the Emperor Competed for Beauty

The copper drain in Chang'an West Market had just finished dripping the seventh drop, and Li Qingyang's hand holding the gold-plated invitation card trembled slightly. The cold light of the investment bank conference room in his previous life was still shining before his eyes, but in this life he was dressed as the most insignificant clerk in the household department, and the name on the post was actually the girl he met for the first time in a wine shop last night. The eldest grandson Yuwan, the most precious daughter of the eldest grandson family, was kneeling in the ancestral hall at the moment, pinching the marriage certificate with her fingertips, her eyes flushed: "My grandpa said, this is the favor of the Li family, and it is what I should do for the family." But she didn't know that the gentle little official who always hung around the hospital, picking up medicine residue for her, hid three hundred years of business secrets under his robe. When he opened the first "Huitong Bank" in the West Market and used the "drafts" of later generations to make Chang'an wealthy merchants red-eyed; when he led his caravan across Hexi and used "futures" to hoard the entire Longyou grain, even the old men of Changsun's family were shocked. Everyone thought that this little official was going to climb a high branch. Until that night, Li Shimin's Xuanjia guards blocked the door of the hospital, wanting to take Yuwan back home to get married. Li Qingyang stood in front of the door, and half of the Tongxin Pei that he had warmed fell out of his sleeve. It was dropped when she was bandaging his wound. "Admiral Tiance's betrothal gift is the rich family of the Golden Palace," he smiled and slapped the abacus on the case, and the crisp sound of beads colliding against each other startled birds flying under the eaves. "My betrothal gift is the business network of the entire Tang Dynasty."