There was a heavy muffled sound, the teapot fell to the ground, and the hot tea spread and flowed down the floor.

It's time for lunch again, and the guests, whether they are beating the top or staying in the hotel, are all gathered in the patio on the upper and lower floors, and the crowd is full of people.

The teahouse itself is not large, and it is a collection of storytelling and inn, and the cylindrical structure has become a valley built by individuals.

The heavy metal and the wooden floor collided abruptly in such an environment, and it was like a thunderbolt exploding on the ground, and there was a reverberating movement.

So all the eyes of the guests shifted from the food and wine in front of them and the storyteller on the stage to the young man—along with the storyteller's own.

Xiao Er was also stunned for a while by the movement he made, and then squatted down in a panic and grabbed the fat body of the teapot directly, but he suddenly retracted his hand to the hot one, twitching violently from his shoulders to his fingertips.

Suddenly, Mr. Storyteller's goatee shook violently, and a pair of mung bean eyes flashed a bit of fierce light, and he grabbed the railing and rolled over and down.

The storytelling platform was one man high, and when he stumbled to the ground, his feet trembled, and a handful of bones under his robe made a crisp "crunch".

Then he twisted his shriveled waist and rushed over, dragging the stunned boy by the collar, the bandage on the boy's face sloppy and dirty, and one of his exposed eyes overflowing with fear.

"Get up! ! The goatee looked thin, like a stubble that could be blown down by a sneeze, but he had a lot of strength in his hands, and he threw the boy out as if he were angry.

"Pig brains, clumsy, can't do this bit of work!"

The boy didn't say a word, but quickly got up, silently reached out and picked up the teapot and held it in his arms, his head hanging very low, his chin almost touching his chest.

"Don't hurry up and apologize to the guests! Pig brains! Sharp, do you want me to teach you? Or you're going to roll me up and fuck me off now! ”

At first, the young man's exposed eyes were like a pool of overly calm stagnant water, but after hearing the last sentence, his thin body shook violently, and then he bent his knees without hesitation.

With a "poof", he knelt down, then grabbed the ground with his head, and began to kowtow, kowtowing with a sentence of "sorry" and "spare life".

Shi Qingran was a little untouchable, and said, "He didn't mean it, it doesn't have to be like this." ”

Goatee said, "I caught them red-handed!" You don't have to speak for this kind of thing, this guest officer—huh? ”

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the broken silver on the table that had not yet had time to take back, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

For a moment, as if he suddenly understood something, he sneered and said, "Oh! It turns out that you stole someone else's things, and they caught someone and got the stolen goods, right? Stupid thing! Pig brains! Three meals a day fattened your guts! I shouldn't have hired you for such a weird thing in the first place! ”

Silently, he tucked the silver back into his sleeve.

Shi Qingran hurriedly explained, "No, no, he didn't steal anything, the silver is me-"

Halfway through her words, she stopped her mouth - under the wide sleeve, Song Yuchen coldly held her wrist bone, and stretched out a finger and rubbed it lightly on the back of her hand.

Shi Qingran's back was numb by his rubbing, and then the tip of his heart trembled slightly because of this gentle and ambiguous action.

She handed her eyes over to Song Yuchen's expressionless face. He was holding his head and looking at her with a smile on his face, and there was no wave in his dark eyes, which was indeed mixed with a little emotion.

It's just not as beautiful as you imagined.

He stared at her, a hint of reminder in his eyes. But Shi Qing then went back and forth, feeling that it was not so much a reminder as a warning.

But no matter what it was, in short, His Royal Highness King Zhennan succeeded in stopping the words she almost blurted out, and continued very naturally and fluently, "It's okay, we don't care about this, thank you for your hard work." ”

"Hey, I know you're not a good bunny, you're fat! How dare you steal! The goatee was aggressive, and as if he couldn't get angry, he tore twice at the boy's head.

"You, people don't look like people all day long, ghosts don't look like ghosts! I want to see what you look like, and what kind of freak your father and mother had! ”

As he spoke, he stretched out a bony hand and grabbed the tail of a strip of cloth.

The young man, who had been silent no matter how he was beaten, was provoked to scream by such a simple action, he held his head, desperately protecting the messy strips of cloth wrapped around his face, and his cry was like a frightened beast, terrible and miserable.

Shi Qingran saw that he was pitiful, and wanted to stop him, but Song Yuchen grabbed his wrist again, and then his body sank and he fell into his arms.

"Don't get involved."

He quickly grabbed Shi Qingran's hand that was trying to struggle, and then glanced lukewarmly, and pinched her hand as if warning, but his tone was still calm, "Don't move." ”

There is one thing to say.

If this person does not speak or laugh, just sitting quietly like this, whether in terms of appearance or temperament, he can afford to be pleasing to the eye.

Especially when he retracted his annoying shrewd eyes, and no longer gave people a feeling that they could see through at a glance, the white jade hair crown, mutton fat waist ring, and sideburns eyebrows and eyes were like finely carved handicrafts.

Although Shi Qingran couldn't completely agree with this person's various actions, she couldn't deny that Song Yuchen was indeed the best-looking man she had ever seen at her age, and he was that kind of heroic and good-looking.

No wonder there are rumors that the only people who can afford the word "son" today are the two brothers, the emperor and His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan.

His Majesty is as warm as jade, with a bit of spring breeze and rain in his gestures, and there is always a shallow smile on his face, which is remembered by women all over the world but never dares to imagine it.

He is the clouds that drift in the scorching sun, the sunshine in the cold of spring, the first glow after the rainstorm, the synonym of all beauty and hope, the gods that can only be silently worshiped and offered in the heart, and the lotus flowers that can be viewed from a distance but cannot be blasphemed, and the lotus flowers that can be seen from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.

And Song Yuchen is different.