Looking at the cheerful atmosphere in the hall, Zhao Ting couldn't help but laugh.

Although the story told by the storyteller is weird and absurd, it is also a little interesting, and Zhao Ting is fascinated by it.

Well, this story is perfect for scaring disobedient children, and he secretly keeps this story in his heart.

The storyteller on the stage was choked by the little boy like this, and his face suddenly showed a little embarrassment, and his voice raised a few points, in order to hide his weakness.

"Hmph, what do you know about a child? Why don't you go to this teahouse restaurant in Beicheng to inquire, who doesn't know my Qin Yihe's reputation for being "honest and reliable"? How can I coax you?"

"Although I heard what others said, it was a real thing, I just processed it a little artistically, that pair of "hairy hands", someone has really seen it!"

Seeing that he was stiffening his neck to defend himself, the crowd on the first floor suddenly burst into laughter.

There was a strong man in coarse cloth clothes with a short figure crossed Erlang's legs, and while snorting melon seeds, he asked with a smile: "I said Lao Qin, should you have been touched by this pair of "hairy hands" in the middle of the night, right?"

"How else would you know so well?"

"Why don't you tell everyone about what happened after being touched by the "hairy hands", we rough people, we love to listen to this, hehehe......"

The others immediately echoed and joked: "Yes, Lao Qin, tell us about the interesting things in your room, you and your family Cuilan ......."

Listening to these ridiculous words, Mr. Storyteller was so angry that his face was red and his neck was thick, and he pointed at these people in the audience with his index finger, and said in a trembling voice: "You guys...... You guys, what a bunch of shafts!"

After scolding, Mr. Storyteller picked up the small bench under his ass and walked down the railing, and walked out of the Cloud Smoke Pavilion without looking back.

There was another burst of laughter below.

Just as Zhao Ting was looking at the excitement, he was gently patted on the shoulder.

"Cousin, why are you sitting here?" Wang Junwei was a little speechless, "I thought you had already gone up, and I looked for you on the third floor for a long time and didn't see you." ”

Zhao Ting smiled, pointed to the people on the first floor and said, "I just listened to the story here, don't say it, these people are really interesting." ”

"What's interesting, what's interesting," Wang Junwei hated that iron could not become steel, and he stretched out his hand to pull his sleeve, "You hurry up and go up with me, the young lady of the Tang family, the young lady of the Li family, and the young lady of the Liu family are all here at this time, these three are the three famous golden flowers to be married in Yanxia County, they are beautiful and virtuous, you go and say hello to people and see if you have any eye for each other." ”

Seeing Wang Junwei tugging on his sleeves tightly, Zhao Ting had no choice but to follow him up the stairs.

Compared with the first floor of Yunyan Pavilion, the environment on the third floor is extremely elegant, and there are many fewer people.

On the main seat facing the window in the south, several richly dressed sons and brothers were chatting around and discussing the current situation.

On the right hand side of these people, two or three women with graceful figures, wearing cloud brocade skirts, and their faces are covered with veils, whispering, looking at these sons and brothers from time to time, with a look of affection.

"I heard my uncle say that the chief examiner who presided over the Qingzhou Autumn Festival this year was Lord Cen Qiu. A white-robed boy said.

Another thin boy in a green robe was a little surprised when he heard this: "Cen Qiu? Brother Lu is talking about the "Iron Mask Imperial History"?"

"Exactly!" the white-robed boy nodded, and said teasingly: "Lord Cen Qiu is a well-known "hawk" in the court, and he has always taken a main attitude towards those "Northern Yi" nomads who have been causing trouble on the border of our Dawu Dynasty for a long time. ”

"It seems that the direction of this year's scientific expedition is going to change greatly! We still have to make more preparations in advance. ”

Several people were discussing with great interest, and Wang Junwei had already pulled Zhao Ting over, clapped his hands, and introduced: "Everyone, let me introduce, this is Wang's cousin, Zhao Ting, the eldest son of Zhao Mansion in the city." ”

"My cousin is a lively person, and when he heard that we were holding a "prayer party" here, he also wanted to come and have a look, and by the way, he would like to make friends with you. ”

As soon as he said this, Zhao Ting immediately attracted everyone's attention, and even the young ladies on the side looked at Zhao Ting with a curious look in their eyes.

The young master of the Tang family, who was good friends with Wang Junwei, was the first to come over and laughed: "As Wang Shao said, his cousin is really a talent, handsome and extraordinary!"

"Zhao Shao, Tang Long is polite. ”

Zhao Ting smiled, bowed slightly to him, and returned the salute, "I've seen Tang Gongzi." ”

Seeing this, the others also stepped forward.

"Lu Yichen has seen Zhao Gongzi. ”

"Liu Di has seen Zhao Gongzi. ”

Just as a few people were watching the guests and hosts enjoying themselves, a shrill voice suddenly sounded in the corner.

"Wang Junwei, I didn't say you, why do you bring everyone to our circle?"

These sarcastic words made Wang Junwei's face sink suddenly, and he turned his head to look, only to see a young man wearing a black brocade robe and a purple jade crown looking at this side with a playful expression, with a provocative look on his face.

"Ren Heng, what do you mean?" Wang Junwei glared at him angrily and asked in a cold voice.

The young man named "Ren Heng" slowly stood up with the handle of the mahogany chair, raised his eyelids, looked at Zhao Ting and said lightly: "It's not interesting, it's just that I disdain to be in the company of this kind of foreign nouveau riche." ”

Saying that, he moved two steps under his feet, walked in front of Zhao Ting, and said loudly: "I am the weak crown of Hengnian Fang, and I already have the reputation of "Xiucai", just wait for the exam in the autumn of this year, and I can become a "lifter". Look at the surrounding brothers, which one is not full of poetry and books, and learn to be rich and rich?"

"How can a literati like me have a relationship with Bai Ding?"

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, this brother is still a white body, right?"

"You ......" Wang Junwei pointed at him angrily, his body trembled, but he didn't know what to say to refute it.

Ren Heng sneered: "What, what I said is wrong?"

"Eh, cousin," Zhao Ting smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to stop Wang Junwei, then turned his head, stared at Ren Heng and asked, "What did you just call me?"

"What are you called?" Ren Heng was stunned, and then said, "Brother Tai!"

The smile on Zhao Ting's face disappeared instantly, his face was expressionless, and he asked in a cold voice, "What kind of thing are you? What qualifications do you have to call me Brother Tai?"

"Huh?" Ren Heng was stunned again, and it took him a while before he reacted, his face flushed with anger, "You...... How can you spit out foul language? It's insulting! You ......."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Si, who had been standing behind Zhao Ting without speaking, suddenly rushed up, pointed at his nose and scolded angrily: "What are you?

"Hurry up and take back your numb hand for me!"