Chapter 40

The teahouse was quiet, and only the storyteller was still dancing.

"... this is the supreme glory and the match made in heaven... This is the value your majesty attaches to Lu Qianhu, and this is the Royal grace......"

Trembling voices echoed in the teahouse.

I'm dying. When did the storyteller in Yangcheng become so bold that he dared to talk about royal guards in the street.

I'm talking about the famous devil Lu Qianhu in the capital.

After a burst of silence in the teahouse, there was a chaotic movement of tables and chairs and footsteps. People who were still sitting drinking tea and laughing ran out one after another.

The storyteller on the stage didn't seem to see the scene and was still holding a fan to talk enthusiastically.

Seeing people pouring in, Miss Jun still stood motionless at the door.

Are you scared, too?

Who would have thought that there would be a crazy storyteller in this teahouse.

Fang Yuxiu stretched out her hand to hold Miss Jun and wanted to take her back, but she pulled an empty space. Instead of retreating, Miss Jun walked inward.

What is she doing!

Fang Yuxiu almost shouted out in a hurry. The people in the teahouse had rushed over and blocked her from holding Miss Jun.

This guy didn't come in to listen to the excitement in the capital, did he?

Even if you want to listen to the excitement of the capital, what is the excitement.

No one talks about the royal guards at home now. They are all pervasive. You said they would come tomorrow. Now they even talk in public. I don't know how many royal guards are hidden all over the street. I'll rush over later. It's not just Mr. storyteller who is unlucky. Those present have to sit even.

Miss Jun was arrested by Lian Zuo and disappeared in the Fang family. It is also popular with Fang Yuxiu. However, who makes Miss Jun a relative with the Fang family.

Fang Yuxiu raised her feet to catch up, but stopped again.

Relatives, relatives don't have to be implicated. Miss Jun has a bad reputation. There are many people waiting to step on her.

Isn't there a saying called feeding Tigers with broken wrists?

If you can drop Jun Zhen at a price, it's worth it.

Fang Yuxiu looked at the girl who looked more and more petite and thin among the people running around and clenched her hand.

forget it.

She rushed in with her feet raised.

"Let's go, let's go. This kind of excitement can't be heard." She caught Miss Jun in a hurry.

"I can't go now." Said Miss Jun.

Why?

Fang Yuxiu asked in her heart, but she didn't ask, because the scene was quiet. I don't know when there were more than a dozen men wearing black cloaks, straight ridges and swords on the second floor.

The sight of these people swept through the hall, and the originally chaotic crowd was frozen again.

Royal guards.

The royal guards are here.

Fang Yuxiu clutched Miss Jun's hand tightly, but found that she was strongly hurt.

It turned out that Miss Jun walked forward again.

In this stagnant crowd, the girls were particularly eye-catching. Fang Yuxiu was stiff and dragged, feeling the eyes of the royal guards above her head.

The sight was as dark and cold as their clothes, the knives on their waist and their expression.

In their eyes, in addition to the emperor and their superiors, others, even the Prime Minister of the current Dynasty, are not individuals.

The voice of the storyteller continued, but Fang Yuxiu couldn't hear a word clearly until a soft female voice sounded in her ear.

"Which princess does Lord Lu still want?"

Fang Yuxiu raised her head and looked at Miss Jun standing in front of a table, looking at the storyteller on the stage with some curiosity.

Crazy

Fang Yuxiu looked numb and didn't know what to do.

The storyteller didn't seem to expect someone to ask. He was stunned when he was interrupted.

Upstairs, there was a sound when someone knocked a knife on the railing.

"Yes, which princess is Lord Lu's favorite?" The man's voice asked, "since everyone asks, you have to tell me. People want to know such a big happy event as Lord Lu."

People want to know?

Everyone present was stunned.

So the storyteller was ordered to talk about it? Not crazy?

"Isn't it?" The gloomy voice on the second floor continued, "don't you want to hear it? Didn't you run out in such a hurry to tell your relatives and friends the news?"

The stagnant crowd suddenly became chaotic again.

This time, instead of rushing out, he rushed back.

"Yes, yes, speak clearly, otherwise we can't hear clearly and can't tell the good news to our relatives and friends." There is also flattery.

Fang Yuxiu avoided being bumped around, because miss Jun had taken her to sit down.

I can't go now.

It's strange to say that if the storyteller didn't allow it, how could he tell the story of Lu Qianhu of royal guards in public? Since he did, he must have been inspired. There must be people of royal guards here.

Hearing the story of Mr. Lu Qianhu, everyone ran away, which must be unhappy in the eyes of the royal guards.

Fang Yuxiu is not sure whether the person who just ran away will end up well tomorrow, but she can be sure that Miss Jun, who took the initiative to ask about it, will be fine.

Fang Yuxiu felt that her palms were full of sweat. She felt the royal guards on the second floor scanning the line of sight in the hall like a poisonous snake and looked like they were listening honestly. In fact, what the storyteller said could not be heard at all.

It's none of her business whether it's 6000 or 7000 households, whether they get married or lose their wives.

She couldn't help looking at Miss Jun beside her.

Miss Jun looked attentively at the stage.

"Who is the princess?" She asked again, raising her voice in order to cover the noise in the teahouse.

Is she really curious? Or do you mean to flatter? Is she stupid or smart?

Fang Yuxiu couldn't help thinking.

After Miss Jun's voice, others are busy asking. Many people are willing to do such a thing as flattery.

After these inquiries in twos and threes, the atmosphere of daily storytelling and listening was restored in the hall.

Some satisfaction appeared in the eyes of the royal guards on the second floor, and several of them looked at Miss Jun for a moment.

The storyteller over there has regained his mind. When he heard the inquiry, he also played several flowery tunes of storytelling and played hard to get until he threw a fan at the moment.

"If you want to say that this princess is no one else, it is the Jiuli Princess personally granted by the former Emperor."

The people were surprised when they heard the book, but there was a good cry.

Princess Jiuli.

"... speaking of the princess Jiuli, I have to talk about her title. At that time, the Ministry of war was ordered to forge the recruit armor, which could not be achieved. At the moment when the princess Jiuli was born, the soldier armor was greatly completed, and the emperor was overjoyed. He said that Jiuli in ancient times had the magic skill of mastering weapons, so this was the auspicious omen brought by the little princess, so he was named Jiuli."

It turned out that there was this allusion. Fang Yuxiu was a little girl. She couldn't help but listen to it and subconsciously looked at Miss Jun.

Miss Jun looked calm, but she seemed distracted, because her hand actually picked up the tea cup on the table.

I ran in disorder before, but now I come back in disorder. Everyone's sitting position is in disorder. Obviously, this tea cup was used by others before.

Why did she pick it up and use it?

So in fact, I'm afraid.

Fang Yuxiu reached out and pressed her hand.

Miss Jun looked at her with a deep look in her eyes and released her hand.

It was really a gaffe.

Fang Yuxiu also withdrew her hand and sat upright.

"Is Princess Jiuli the daughter of her majesty today?" She whispered casually.

Miss Jun shook her head.

"No." She said.

She knew that Fang Yuxiu just wanted to change the subject. Unexpectedly, she answered, but it's no surprise. What they like to do together is to talk about right and wrong and love the rich and the poor.

Those Royal relatives, princesses and princesses must be precious.

"Whose is that? The former Emperor's?" Fang Yuxiu asked.

Miss Jun looked up at the storyteller.

"No." She said, "she is the daughter of the first Prince and the first eldest sister of the pregnant king."

Your highness? First, your highness!

Fang Yuxiu was stunned. 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 this sentence.

"... in addition, Princess Jiuli has another identity. Guess what it is?"

It was a pity that no one could sing with him this time, and there was some strange silence in the hall.

"Yes, everyone guessed that luqianhu was also Princess Shang's before. This princess Jiuli is naturally luqianhu's wife and sister."

Fortunately, Mr. storyteller didn't see the cold scene and came back with a smile.

"The princess who died of illness is named Jiuling. She is the direct sister of Princess Jiuli."

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