"When I was young, I heard the fisherman say that in the winter three years ago, he was so poor that his family had no food for several days. He was forced to brave the snow to go to the Snow River to see if he could catch fish, but he saw a young man
Chang knelt towards the Snow River. After he parted with the young man, he saw the prefect and some adults in official uniforms coming to persuade the young man to get up. Only then did he know that the person who was kneeling was the Prime Minister who had just taken office.
The fisherman understands that adults should not speak nonsense. If the younger one had not made a living by telling stories about the Prime Minister all day long, he would not have dared to tell the younger one about this."
A trace of sadness flashed across the beautiful phoenix eyes of the man holding the umbrella. He lowered the edge of the umbrella, covering his own sight: "Forget it, even if the story is true, so what, this is not what I want.
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"Son..."
The storyteller was curious for a moment and was about to ask something, but was interrupted by the other party.
"That's it for today. You continue to follow my instructions and go to various restaurants to talk about the Prime Minister. Remember, you must say that no matter who pursues the Prime Minister, the Prime Minister will reject it. One month later
, I will naturally come to you again."
The man holding the umbrella did not say anything more to the storyteller, but strode around the storyteller and walked towards the street.
After seeing the man walking away, the storyteller weighed the money in his hand, then shook his head, put the money into his arms, turned around and spoke to the dark place deep in the alley, but the voice was clear and sweet, hard to distinguish.
Both men and women have long ceased to have the voice that a fifty-year-old storyteller should have.
"Come out, how long do you want to hide?"
A green figure of bamboo came slowly in the darkness, it was the young man who refuted the storyteller in Yingxian Tower.
It was completely different from the look on his face when he was disdainful of the storyteller telling the story in Yingxian Tower. The young man walked up to the storyteller and knelt down on one knee with great respect: "Young Master, the night is cold and the wind is cold. It's better to follow the story earlier.
Please go back, subordinate."
The storyteller glanced at the man kneeling on the ground out of the corner of his eye, then raised his hand and took off the human skin mask on his face. Under the disgusting face of the storyteller, there was actually a gorgeous face.
As for his face, it turned out that this storyteller was a young man in his prime who had disguised himself!
"Ji Yuanqing, you are really annoying. If you can, just go to the master and report my whereabouts. Why follow me?" The young man who was called the young master put the human skin mask back into his arms and said coldly.
Staring at Ji Yuanqing who was kneeling in front of him, the aura of a high-ranking person was clearly evident.
"Yuanqing was given to the young master by the master, and he belongs to the young master. It is Yuanqing's responsibility to protect the young master and follow him. If the young master wants Yuanqing to undress on the spot, Yuanqing will not frown.
"Yes." Ji Yuanqing's voice was soft and gentle, but contrary to the dashing and heroic spirit just now, it actually became a bit feminine.
After hearing Ji Yuanqing's words, two blushes appeared on the young man's fair cheeks, and then he quickly turned away: "Don't talk nonsense, you, you are just my guard. Next time you dare to climb into my bed at night,
Be careful with me, be careful with me..."
"What are you being careful about?" Ji Yuanqing raised her head and looked at the young man, with a hint of amusement in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.
"Be careful, I will send you to the palace as a father-in-law!"
"Young master, you won't let it go." Ji Yuanqing smiled and lowered his head, but no longer dared to tease the young man.
