The teahouse was quiet except for the storyteller who was still dancing.
"...This is a supreme honor and a match made in heaven...This is the importance His Majesty places on Lu Qianhu, and this is the Emperor's great favor..."
The trembling voice echoed in the teahouse.
It's really killing me. When did the storyteller in Yangcheng become so bold and dare to talk about Jin Yiwei in the street?
He was talking about Lu Qianhu, the famous devil in the capital.
After a period of silence in the teahouse, there was a chaotic movement of tables and chairs and the sound of footsteps, and people who had been sitting drinking tea and laughing ran out one after another.
The storyteller on the stage seemed not to have seen this scene, and was still holding up a fan and telling the story passionately.
Seeing people pouring over, Miss Jun still stood motionless at the door.
Were you scared too?
Who would have thought that there would be a crazy storyteller in this teahouse.
Fang Yuxiu reached out and grabbed Miss Jun, trying to lead her away, but she failed. Instead of retreating, Miss Jun walked inwards.
What is she doing!
Fang Yuxiu was so anxious that she almost shouted, but the people in the teahouse had already rushed over, blocking her and trying to grab Miss Jun.
Didn't this guy come in just to hear the excitement in the capital?
Even if you want to listen to the bustle of the capital, it’s hard to imagine how bustling it is.
Now at home, no one is talking about Jin Yiwei. Jin Yiwei is everywhere. You said today that they would come to your door tomorrow, and now they are talking about it in public. I don’t know how many Jin Yiwei are hidden in the streets. They will rush over later.
, the storyteller is not the only one who is unlucky, everyone present has to sit down.
Miss Jun was arrested by Lian Zui and disappeared from the Fang family. Fang Yuxiu was also happy to see it, but how could Miss Jun be related to the Fang family?
Fang Yuxiu raised her foot to chase after him, but stopped.
Relatives, relatives will be implicated unnecessarily. Miss Jun has a bad reputation, and there are many people waiting to step on her.
Isn’t there a saying that cuts off the wrist to feed the tiger?
If you can throw Jun Zhenzhen away at a certain price, it would be worth it.
Fang Yuxiu looked at the girl who was becoming more and more petite and frail among the running people and clenched her hands.
never mind.
She rushed in with her feet up.
"Come on, hurry up, we can't listen to this kind of excitement." She grabbed Miss Jun and said urgently.
"We can't leave now." Miss Jun said.
Why?
Fang Yuxiu asked in her mind, but she didn't ask out loud because the scene became quiet. At some point, a dozen men wearing black cloaks, swords hanging from their waists, and cold expressions appeared on the second floor.
These people's eyes swept across the hall, and the originally chaotic crowd was instantly frozen again.
Jinyiwei.
The people from Jinyiwei are indeed here.
Fang Yuxiu couldn't help but squeeze Miss Jun's hand tightly, but found that it was being pulled away vigorously.
It turned out that Miss Jun was walking forward again.
In this stagnant crowd, the girl walking step by step was particularly eye-catching. Fang Yuxiu had stiffened and was dragged along, feeling the eyes of the Jin Yiwei above her head.
The sight was as dark and cold as their clothes, the knives on their waists, and their expressions.
In their eyes, except for the emperor and their superiors, other people, even the prime ministers of the dynasty, are not considered individuals.
The storyteller's voice continued, but Fang Yuxiu couldn't hear a word clearly until a soft female voice sounded in her ears.
"Which princess does Mr. Lu admire?"
Fang Yuxiu raised her head and saw Miss Jun standing in front of a table, looking at the storyteller on the stage with some curiosity.
Crazy…
Fang Yuxiu's expression was numb and she didn't know what to do.
The storyteller seemed not to have expected anyone to ask, and was stunned for a moment when he was interrupted.
There was a scraping sound upstairs. It was someone knocking a knife on the railing.
"Yes, which princess does Mr. Lu marry?" the man asked in a serious voice, "Since everyone is asking, why don't you tell me about it? Everyone wants to know about Mr. Lu's big happy event."
People want to know?
Everyone present was startled.
So, this storyteller was ordered to tell this? Isn’t he crazy?
"Isn't it?" the gloomy voice on the second floor continued, "Don't you want to hear it? Aren't you running out in such a hurry just to tell your relatives and friends the news?"
The stagnant crowd suddenly became chaotic again.
This time, instead of rushing out, we rushed back.
"Yes, yes, please speak clearly, otherwise we won't be able to hear you clearly and won't be able to tell our relatives and friends the good news." There were also people who were flattering.
Fang Yuxiu avoided being knocked around because Miss Jun had already pulled her to sit down.
It turns out that this is what I mean by not being able to leave now.
It's just strange. How could the storyteller tell the story of Jin Yiwei Lu Qianhu in public without permission? Since he was talking about it, he must have been instructed to do so. There must be someone from Jin Yiwei here.
Everyone ran away after hearing about the storyteller Lu Qianhu, which Jin Yiwei must not be happy about.
Fang Yuxiu wasn't sure whether the person who ran away just now would be able to die tomorrow, but she was sure that Miss Jun, who didn't run away just now and walked in to ask about it, would be fine.
Fang Yuxiu felt sweat on her palms. She felt the gazes of the guards on the second floor scanning the hall like snakes, and pretended to listen honestly. In fact, she couldn't listen to what the storyteller said at all.
Whether it has one thousand households or seven thousand households, whether it is getting married or losing his wife, it has nothing to do with her.
She couldn't help but glance at Miss Jun beside her.
Miss Jun looked at the stage intently.
"Which princess is Shang?" she asked again, raising her voice in order to cover the noise in the teahouse.
Is she really curious? Or is she trying to flatter her? Is she stupid or smart?
Fang Yuxiu couldn't help but think.
After Miss Jun's voice, other people hurriedly followed up and asked. There are still many people who are willing to do such things as flattery.
After these inquiries in twos and threes, the atmosphere of daily storytelling and listening to books returned to the hall.
The royal guards on the second floor had some satisfaction in their eyes, and some of them looked at Miss Jun for a moment.
The storyteller over there had already come to his senses, and when he heard the inquiry, he used some tricks of the storyteller and played hard to get before waving his fan.
"This princess is none other than Princess Jiuli, whom the late emperor personally named."
As soon as this statement came out, some of the people listening to the book took advantage of the situation to cheer, but most of them were surprised and fell silent.
Princess Jiuli.
"...Speaking of Princess Jiuli, we have to talk about her title. At that time, the Ministry of War was ordered to cast new armor, but it could not be completed. At the moment Princess Jiuli was born, the armor was completed. The late emperor was overjoyed and said that the ancient Nine
Li, the witchcraft master of weapons, so this is a good omen brought by this little princess, so she was named Jiuli."
It turns out there is this allusion. Fang Yuxiu is a little girl after all. She couldn't help but listen to it and glanced at Miss Jun subconsciously.
Miss Jun looked calm, but she seemed to be distracted, because her hand actually picked up the teacup on the table.
They ran away in chaos before, and now they are in chaos again when they come back. Everyone's sitting positions are all messed up. This tea cup was obviously used by someone else before.
Why did she just pick it up and use it?
So in fact, I am actually afraid.
Fang Yuxiu reached out and held her hand.
Miss Jun looked at her with a deep look in her eyes and let go of her hand.
As expected, he lost his composure.
Fang Yuxiu also retracted her hands and sat upright.
"Is this Princess Jiuli the current His Majesty's daughter?" she asked casually in a low voice.
Miss Jun shook her head.
"No." she said.
She knew that Fang Yuxiu just wanted to change the topic. She didn't expect her to answer, but it was not surprising. What they, the official ladies, loved to do together was to talk about people's rights and wrongs and dislike the poor and love the rich.
Those royal relatives, princesses and princesses must be treasures in their possession.
"Whose is it? The late emperor's?" Fang Yuxiu asked smoothly.
Miss Jun raised her head and looked at the storyteller.
"No," she said, "She is the daughter of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the eldest sister of King Huai."
His Highness the Crown Prince? First His Highness the Crown Prince!
Fang Yuxiu was startled, no wonder the people in the hall looked strange.
It turned out to be the daughter of the dead prince and princess, and at this time the storyteller on the stage was also saying these words.
"...In addition, Princess Jiuli also has another identity. What do you think it is?"
It's a pity that no one could sing along with him this time, and there was a strange silence in the hall.
"Yes, everyone has guessed that Lu Qianhu was also Princess Shang's before. Princess Jiuli is naturally Lu Qianhu's wife and sister."
Fortunately, Mr. Storyteller had never seen a cold scene before, and he managed to smooth things over with a smile.
"The princess who died due to illness was named Jiuling, and she was the biological sister of Princess Jiuli."
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