Chapter 523： Buddha said: I like you (27)

After returning, Feng Qian, like an old mother, put on the cloak and hood for the small fragments, and when the equipment was complete, the girl rolled her eyes in satisfaction.

"Let's go."

Feng Qian didn't hold Wangchen's hand anymore. When she walked to the door, she looked back at the little monk who was stunned, "Little Achen?"

Wangchen returned to his senses and silently followed behind the girl.

I wanted to refuse, but...the words of refusal couldn't be said.

Going around, Feng Qian came to the teahouse with small fragments.

Originally wanted to take Xiao Shard to the restaurant, but just thinking of Shard's identity, Feng Qian gave up the idea and chose to bring Xiao Shard to this restaurant.

The two sat facing each other, with misty Pu'er tea on the table.

Wang Chen held the teacup with his fingertips, slowly picked it up, and lowered his head to take a sip.

The tea tastes astringent with a bit of sweetness.

While sipping tea silently, the loud voice of a speaker came from the lobby on the first floor.

Wang Chen paused, looking down from the second floor with some curiosity.

In the hall on the first floor, there was a specially vacated place, like a small stage that was deliberately built.

There is a table above and two screens behind it.

In front of the table stood an old man with a gray beard. He was talking to the people in the hall on the first floor with great interest.

For the first time Wang Chen saw such a picture, he couldn't help but be puzzled and curious.

He couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

Feng Qian explained: "Telling a book. It's telling a story."

"Do you want to hear Xiao Achen?"

Wang Chen hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

So, the girl pulled the little monk's sleeve, slowly went down to the first floor, and squeezed into the crowd.

After finding a place where the storyteller's voice could be clearly heard, Feng Qian took the little monk and stood still.

Wangchen watched the storyteller above seriously and listened very carefully.

The storyteller said: "That day, the Queen Xiaomin of Chengguo was the most beautiful woman in the world. I think that at the beginning, His Majesty Feng Yuanguo had also pursued this beauty, but the beauty who fell in love with her was the emperor of Tianchen Kingdom."

"It's true since ancient times. It is said that Empress Xiaomin once gave birth to a son, but the little prince died when he was just born. Empress Xiaomin lost her beloved son, was depressed and unhappy, and eventually passed away."

Someone below retorted: "A prince who died prematurely can be reborn. Beauty is favored, and there are many chances to be pregnant with a dragon heir, and it will not be sad and die. Will there be hidden feelings?"

Some people also echoed: "Yes, Queen Xiaomin is so favored, she will definitely be jealous and hated, maybe she was framed to death?"

People downstairs disagree.

The storyteller smiled lightly, twisted his beard, and looked at the people who were talking about it.

For a moment, he patted the table with Tangmu, and the people below turned to the storyteller again.

The storyteller said slowly: "It is said that it is also a mystery whether the little prince died prematurely. Some people say that this is not an accident. There are different opinions about the life and death of the little prince. But it is clear that the Tiancheng Kingdom, So far, there is no news of the little prince."

Someone below suddenly asked, "Is there any birthmark on the little prince?"

The storyteller heard the sound and said with a smile: "I have also heard that the little prince has inherited the characteristics of Empress Xiaomin, and also has a beautiful cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. Of course, no one has seen it with his own eyes, this may just be a rumor. "

Speaking of cinnabar mole, Feng Qian looked sideways at the little monk beside him.

"Xiao Achen also has a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows."