There was silence in the teahouse, only the storyteller was still dancing.

"....This is a supreme glory, and it is also a match made in heaven....This is His Majesty's attention to Lu Qianhu, this is the emperor's grace..."

The trembling sound echoed in the teahouse.

It's really fatal, when did the storyteller in Yangcheng be so bold that he dared to talk about Jinyiwei on the street.

It's still about the famous demon Lu Qianhu in the capital.

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

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

Seeing that everyone was rushing over, Miss Jun was still standing motionless at the door.

You're scared, right?

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

Fang Yuxiu stretched out her hand to grab Miss Jun and wanted to take her to retreat, but she pulled an empty space, and Miss Jun not only did not retreat but walked inward.

What is she doing!

Fang Yuxiu almost shouted in a hurry, and the people in the teahouse had already rushed over and blocked her from dragging 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 kind of excitement is it?

Now sitting at home and no one is talking about Jinyiwei, Jinyiwei is pervasive, you said today that they will come to the door tomorrow, and now they are even talking in public, this street is full of I don't know how many Jinyiwei are hidden, and I will rush over later, the unlucky storyteller is not only one, these people present have to sit together.

Miss Jun was arrested and disappeared from the Fang family, which is also what Fang Yuxiu likes to see, but who made Miss Jun and the Fang family relatives.

Fang Yuxiu raised her foot to chase after her, but stopped again.

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

Isn't there a saying called feeding a tiger with a broken wrist?

If you can get rid of Jun Zhenzhen at some cost, it's worth it.

Fang Yuxiu looked at the girl who was becoming more and more petite and thin among the people running around, and clenched her hands.

Never mind.

She lifted her feet and rushed in.

"Hurry up, go away, this kind of excitement can't be heard." She grabbed Miss Jun and said hurriedly.

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

Why?

Fang Yuxiu asked in her heart, but she didn't ask, because the scene was quiet, and more than a dozen men wearing black cloaks, straight-spine sabers on their waists, and grim expressions appeared on the second floor.

The gaze of these people swept across the hall, and the originally chaotic crowd was instantly frozen again.

Jin Yiwei.

The people of Jinyiwei are indeed here.

Fang Yuxiu grabbed Miss Jun's hand and couldn't help but clench it, but found that it was vigorously taken away.

It turned out that Miss Jun walked forward again.

In this stagnant crowd, the girls are particularly eye-catching, Fang Yuxiu has stiffened, and she was dragged to follow her, feeling the gaze of the Jinyiwei above her head.

The gaze was as grim as their clothes, the knives they carried at their waists, and the expressions on their faces.

In their eyes, except for the emperor and their superiors, everyone else is not a person even if they are the prime ministers of the dynasty.

Mr. Storyteller's voice continued, but Fang Yuxiu couldn't hear a word clearly, until a soft female voice sounded in her ears.

"Which princess is Lord Lu?"

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

Lose your marbles...

Fang Yuxiu's expression was already blank, and he didn't know what to do.

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

There was a sound of brushing upstairs, and it was someone who had struck a knife on the railing.

"That's right, which princess is Lord Lu?" The man's voice asked, "Since everyone asks, what do you want to talk about, Lord Lu has such a big happy event, and the people want to know about it." ”

People want to know?

Everyone present was stunned.

So, this storyteller was ordered to talk about it? Not crazy?

"Isn't it?" The eerie voice from the second floor continued, "Don't you all 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 it was not a rush to run out, but a rush back.

"Yes, yes, let's be clear, otherwise we won't hear clearly, and we won't be able to tell our relatives and friends this good news." There are also people who flatter and flatter.

Fang Yuxiu avoided being knocked around, because Miss Jun had already pulled her to sit down.

That's what it means to not be able to walk now.

Let's just say it's strange, how could the storyteller talk about Jinyiwei Lu Qianhu in public if he didn't have permission, since he was talking, he must have been instructed, there must be someone from Jinyiwei here.

Hearing that the storyteller Lu Qianhu was about everyone, everyone ran away, and this was definitely unhappy in the eyes of Jin Yiwei.

Fang Yuxiu wasn't sure if the person who ran away would be able to die well tomorrow, but it was certain that Miss Jun, who didn't run away and walked in and took the initiative to ask about it, would definitely be fine.

Fang Yuxiu only felt that his palms were full of sweat, and he felt the eyes of the brocade guards on the second floor scanning the hall like snakes, and made an honest appearance, but in fact, he couldn't listen to what the storyteller said at all.

Whether it is a thousand households or 7,000 households, whether she is married or widowed, what does it matter to 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 to drown out the noise in the teahouse.

Is she really curious? Or is it a deliberate sycophant? Is she stupid or smart?

Fang Yuxiu couldn't help but think.

After Miss Jun's voice, other people also hurriedly followed and asked, there are still many people who are willing to do such a thing.

After these inquiries, the hall resumed the atmosphere of daily storytelling and listening.

There was some satisfaction in the eyes of the brocade guards on the second floor, and several of them stayed on Miss Jun for a moment.

The storyteller over there had already come back to his senses, and when he heard the inquiry, he also played a few tricks on the storyteller, and he only threw his fan for a moment when he wanted to catch it.

"If you want to talk about this princess, it is none other than the princess of Jiuli who was personally crowned by the first emperor."

As soon as this remark came out, there were some people who listened to the book to applaud, but more of them were surprised and silenced.

Princess Jiuli.

“… Speaking of this Jiuli princess, I have to talk about her title, at that time the military department was ordered to cast a new soldier armor, but it was never possible, at the moment when the princess Jiuli was born, the armor was completed, and the first emperor was overjoyed, saying that the ancient Jiuli, the witchcraft of the weapon, so this is a good omen brought by this little princess, so the name Jiuli was given. ”

It turns out that there is this allusion, Fang Yuxiu is a little girl in the end, she couldn't help but listen to it, and subconsciously glanced at Miss Jun.

Miss Jun looked calm, but seemed to be distracted, because her hand actually picked up the teacup on the table.

Ran chaotically before, but now come back chaotically, everyone's sitting position is chaotic, and this teacup is obviously used by someone else before.

Why did she pick it up and use it?

So in fact, I am afraid in my heart.

Fang Yuxiu reached out and pressed her hand.

Miss Jun looked at her, her deep eyes froze, and she let go of her hand.

Sure enough, it's a gaffe.

Fang Yuxiu also withdrew her hand and sat upright.

"Is this Princess Jiuli the daughter of His Majesty today?" She asked casually in a low voice.

Miss Jun shook her head.

"It's not." She said.

She knew, Fang Yuxiu was just about to divert the topic, but she didn't expect her to answer, but there was nothing strange about it, what they liked to do together was to talk about right and wrong and dislike the poor and love the rich.

Those princesses and princesses of the royal family must be like a few treasures.

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

Miss Jun looked up at Mr. Storyteller.

"It's not." She said, "It is the daughter of His Royal Highness the First Prince, and the eldest sister of King Huai. ”

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? His Royal Highness the First Prince!

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 the crown princess, and the storyteller on the stage was also saying this sentence at this time.

“…… In addition, this princess Jiuli also has an identity, guess what? ”

It's a pity that no one can sing and harmonize with him this time, and there is some strange silence in the hall.

"That's right, everyone guessed that Lu Qianhu was also Princess Shang before, and this Princess Jiuli is naturally Lu Qianhu's wife and sister."

Fortunately, Mr. Storyteller has not seen a cold field, and he smiled and brought the field back.

"The princess who died of illness was named Jiuling, and she was the sister of Princess Jiuli."

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