Chapter Seventy-Seven: Don't Marry
The two princesses returned to the princess hall with their own thoughts, and the queen mother was also thinking about how to give Feng Jiechen and the two princesses more opportunities to get along. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
It is not good for a harem woman to meet a man in private, maybe some gossip will be rumored, whether it is for the princess or Feng Juechen!
The imperial capital of Daxia, in March, the warm sun is melting, the green willows by the canal are fluttering with the wind, and the catkins are flying for a while, full of vitality. On the official roads of the imperial city, pedestrians and merchants and hawkers are in an endless stream, and the shouting is continuous. The roadside tea stalls are also full of people, gossiping about homely.
But everyone in the imperial capital of Great Xia knows that in this realm, in addition to Chunxianglou, a good place for recreation and entertainment is that kind of residence. This Chunxianglou is an ecstasy cave for exclusive men, but that Yipinju is a good place for the entire imperial capital, it is the first choice for relatives and friends to gather, a must for a blind date tryst, and a place suitable for men, women and children.
There are two unique products in this product. This is the first one, the cook, who cooks a good meal, with all the color, flavor, and flavor. Some dignitaries and nobles were full of praise after eating, praising this cooking skill comparable to the imperial chef in the palace. The second is Mr. Storyteller. This storyteller is not only handsome, but also proficient in Qimen Dunjia, familiar with the invisible five elements gossip, and the story told is even more novel and interesting, unheard of. This storyteller has a strange personality, he only talks once a day, the time is uncertain, it all depends on the interest, there is no negotiation, no one can do anything about him. Talented people are all a little temperamental, they can endure it, they can bear it. In order not to miss the show, many dignitaries simply chartered a table, and by the way, breakfast, lunch and dinner were eaten here, anyway, the food here is also a must. The one who came up with this idea is the little apprentice of this storyteller, and now he is a young man running a hall in Yipinju, taking two taels of silver every month to take care of food and clothing.
Besides, at this time, Ah Yun shuttled back and forth in the lobby, adding some water to this table for a while, and a snack for that table for a while, and he was very busy. Empty, Ah Yun looked at the guests present, and they were all fascinated, especially some young ladies, who were fascinated, plus Feng Jiechen shook the folding fan from time to time, his eyes flowed, and then he threw a flattering eye or something, it was simply fascinating! Ah Yun had to sigh, this is a demon! Not only is it good-looking, but its eloquence is also good. I told him a rough story I knew, and he was able to process the story completely, and he also told it in a colorful way, which was amazing.
After a few cups of tea, the guests were fascinated by it, only to see Feng Juechen take a pat and say the words that have been passed down for thousands of years: "I want to know what will happen next, and listen to the next decomposition!" The guests hated it so much that it was hard to say, and many female guests looked reluctant and wanted to complain, looking at Feng Juechen, and refused to leave. Feng Jiechen stepped down from the stage, twisted up his own apprentice next to the pillar, and said with a flattering smile: "Good apprentice, is it good to talk about the teacher?" As soon as Ah Yun saw the master, he knew that the master was going to listen to a new story again. Holding the tea in both hands, he dedicated it to the master, smiled and said, "Okay!" The master spoke very well! The apprentice knows that he is not talented, he insults the master, and he is ashamed of the master's careful cultivation, and tomorrow the apprentice will pack up and leave, and he will not work for the master. Feng Jiechen took a sip of tea, "Hmph, you scoundrel, don't think that the teacher doesn't know that you only received the monthly money yesterday, why do you want to leave the teacher and run away alone!" Ah Yun looked disdainful, "Hey, Master, you didn't want to leave when Baba begged you to let me stay, why don't you let me go now!" ”