"This gentleman's story is too outrageous. It wouldn't be surprising if it was just a story, but if it is true, I really don't agree with it." The young man shook the folding fan with red plums painted on it in his hand.
Smiling cheerfully, "First of all, although the stream outside Izheng City is only a tributary of the Xiangxue River, the current is very strong all year round, making it difficult to fish, let alone fishermen when it snows heavily. Since there is no fish to catch, the fishermen
Why go there in the snow? Secondly, if the Prime Minister had been to Izheng City in the winter three years ago, and he had knelt down at Xiangxue River in the west of the city, and even the prefect and people sent from the palace had gone to persuade him,
Then how could the people of Ideological City not know about this? These two points are what I think are absurd."
As soon as the young man's words came out, the guests in the lobby suddenly seemed to explode. On weekdays, I heard from the scholar in Yingxian Tower that the Prime Minister's romantic affair was a favorite leisure and entertainment of the people in Ideological City.
Therefore, people never refute the story told by the storyteller, but today the storyteller insists that it is a real person and a true story, so some people dig into the truth.
The old storyteller's face turned red, but he couldn't find the right words to retort. He placed the speaking ruler heavily back on the desk, then snorted coldly, put his gloves into his sleeves and rolled them up in front of his chest, cursing.
He walked dejectedly towards the hotel door: "They say listen to books and don't refute them. I really don't understand the rules..."
The storyteller left, and the guests in the lobby stopped delving into it and continued to eat and drink in a blink of an eye, making Yingxian Tower return to its bustling appearance.
The young man smiled faintly, drank the wine in front of him, left a piece of silver, and left Yingxian Tower.
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The winter wind has a special ability. It can always blow through people's clothes to their bones.
Because today's storyteller was interrupted, there was no chance to get the reward given by the shopkeeper of Yingxian Tower. However, after the storyteller came out of Yingxian Tower, he put away his dissatisfaction and hummed instead.
Xiao Tiao walked towards the slums in the west of the city.
When turning into an alley on the street, a man blocked the storyteller's path.
"I came out quite early today..." The person who stopped the storyteller was a man. He held a sixty-four-bone oil paper umbrella, blocking the storyteller's sight and the light snow that started to fall.
"This young master, it's not that I don't want to work hard, but someone interrupted my storytelling today, so I had no choice but to come out early. Tomorrow! Tomorrow, I will speak well and work hard, and I will never let you down.
A piece of heart..." The storyteller prolonged the sound of the word "heart", and when speaking, he did not forget to reach out to the other person to ask for what he deserved.
The man holding the umbrella took out a bag of silver from his arms and handed it to the storyteller, and then said in a leisurely manner: "I just asked you to tell me how the Prime Minister rejected the pursuit of other women. What exactly did you say today? Prime Minister
Three years ago, I knelt down to Xuehekou, but no one would believe me even if I told you."
After listening to the man's words, the storyteller's face changed, and he immediately put away his flattering expression: "Young master, it's wrong to say that. I have been working for you for more than half a year. When have you not tried your best to tell stories?"
.But what I’m talking about today is indeed not a book, it’s the truth. Although I can’t control whether others believe it or not, I can’t help but believe it, Master.”
