252. Chapter 251 Storytelling: Turned into a Butterfly
Everyone took a breath, this lady was too powerful! But they also thought that someone could be stronger than them.
At this moment, someone raised his own question: "Storyteller, do you say that the prince doesn't like that young lady because she is ugly?"
"Hey, that's not what they said." The storyteller smiled and brushed the mustache around his mouth with his hand, "That daughter of the prime minister was a great talent in Yuan Ye. According to legend, she was as beautiful as a flower.
The fish sinks and the wild goose falls."
"Then why doesn't the prince like that young lady?"
The storyteller sat down and said something mysteriously. Everyone was in an uproar and nodded, looking thoughtful.
Yuan Hongxi's expression changed rapidly. Finally, he calmed down and leaned against the door, listening to the story. His eyes were like deep springs, and there was a thoughtful smile on his lips.
Seeing that everyone responded well, the storyteller continued: "Later, the young lady became disheartened and couldn't think of anything else overnight. She went to a brothel and was very happy."
"This lady is so generous!" one of them shouted.
The little figure next to Yuan Hongxi also squatted down and echoed: "Hehehe, yes, so damn generous."
After the words fell, the storyteller continued: "Later, the prince went to the brothel. He was so angry and resentful that he immediately kept none of the men who kept the young lady in captivity. The young lady became furious and the two of them quarreled, even loudly.
Fight."
When the storyteller talked about this, a sad expression appeared on his face. He covered his chest with his hands and said delicately: "My lord, do you know that I love you so much and painfully, but you are so heartless, so indifferent, so
Unreasonable!"
Then, he changed roles, shook his sleeves, and snorted: "Who is ruthless, who is indifferent, and who is unreasonable?!"
However, the storyteller was ugly. Even though he was too involved in the drama, some people finally couldn't accept his expression and started retching while holding on to the table.
"Sigh." The storyteller glanced at some people who were retching and shook his head, "In the end, our lady and the prince reconciled in the brothel and hugged. Then..."
He covered his face and stamped his feet shyly. Seeing the sharp decline in the atmosphere, he returned to his normal appearance: "The prince and the young lady have a short spring night, again and again... Unfortunately, there was too much noise, and they started to fight.
They turned over the candlestick without even realizing it..."
"Then what?" the crowd shouted.
"What a pity. This poignant love story was buried in the belly of fire..." After the storyteller finished telling this, he wiped the corners of his eyes unbearably.
"It's... so touching! Isn't there a later ending?"
"Yes! Ask for an ending!"
The storyteller smiled awkwardly and scratched his head: "Well...well..."
Thinking of a sudden thought, his eyes lit up and he continued, "Later, the prince and the lady turned into fluttering butterflies in the belly of the fire, and became a fairy tale..."
"Pfft--" The little figure came to Yuan Hongxi's side and asked the waiter for a cup of tea. Hearing this, he spat out a mouthful of tea.
"Butterfly, you're the uncle!" The small figure complained.
Yuan Hongxi stepped forward and stared at the storyteller, as if looking for a hole.
The storyteller was a little frightened when Yuan Hongxi saw him like this, but he remembered that there was still a wonderful life waiting for him, so he smiled ingratiatingly: "Is it possible that this gentleman doesn't like the stories told by villains?"
