The storyteller's face was ashen, and he was about to urinate at the sight: "Your Majesty! This is how villains make a living. There are many princes, but gentlemen don't care about villains! Villains know they are wrong, and villains know they are wrong!"
When he said this, he slapped his ears cruelly and slapped him from left to right. After a while, both sides of his face were swollen.
As soon as it was okay, Yuan Hongxi stopped smiling and made a come over gesture to the storyteller.
The storyteller is a person who knows how to read the situation. When he saw that there was hope, he got up with a loud sound and walked to Yuan Hongxi's side shaking his legs.
Yuan Hongxi leaned into his ear and whispered a few words, and the storyteller's face gradually turned pale.
"Don't want to?" After saying that, Yuan Hongxi looked at him coldly. The innate aura and cold tone made people impressed.
"Young man, you will do it." He kowtowed firmly and went down.
After seeing the storyteller leave, the little body raised his head, took off his curtain and hat, revealing a delicate little face.
"Damn it, what do you mean I conquered ten men in one night? Why didn't you let me cut out his tongue to prevent him from talking nonsense and ruining my reputation!"
Muyin sat on the chair in great depression and took a sip of the tea that had just been poured out. As a result, his tongue was burned and he burst into tears.
"Ni Ya spoiled what you said..." Muyin stuck out his tongue, fanned it with his hand, and said in a straight voice. "Speak quickly, you girl", she was stunned to pronounce it like this.
Yuan Hongxi laughed, took out the necessary ointment, and sat down in front of Muyin. Since getting closer to Muyin, he found that he always had to carry some elixirs and various medicinal materials, which made him quite heavy.
He asked Muyin to stick out his tongue, opened the transparent paste-like object, dipped some on the pad of his index finger, and wiped it on Muyin's burnt area.
The cool texture spread on Muyin's tongue, and after a while the pain disappeared.
Not to mention, he brought a lot of plasters. Muyin smacked his lips and found that the medicine tasted sweet.
After a moment of silence, Muyin felt that his tongue was feeling better, and then he spoke up: "Yuan Hongxi, what kind of medicine do you sell?"
Seeing that Yuan Hongxi didn't speak, Muyin leaned forward and said with gleaming eyes: "Just now, that storyteller mysteriously said something about the prince to those people. It seemed to me that..." You didn't say anything to the prince.
He didn't say this sentence. If he did, he would probably be beaten to death by Yuan Hongxi. Muyin thought so.
"It's better than a certain young lady's boldness." Yuan Hongxi smiled widely, which couldn't be described as pretty. There was a smile in his eyes, which made Mu Yin want to flip the table.
"Am I that kind of person?" Muyin jumped, "You know this is fake, but you still make fun of me!"
"Then you are still talking about me..." Yuan Hongxi stopped talking at this point, "Huh?" and looked at Muyin with bright eyes.
Muyin was stunned and speechless.
"Alas." Yuan Hongxi sighed, stood up, grabbed Muyin's wrist, forced him into the corner, and said with a chuckle, "The prince and the young lady have a short life, time and time again..."
"Yuan Hongxi, wake up!" Muyin was about to cry, "I was wrong..."
"Where did you go wrong?" Yuan Hongxi asked knowingly, and his warm breath fell on Muyin's neck. "Since you think storytellers are creating public opinion, why don't we make a fake show and do it for real?"
