Sisi frowned and followed the topic and asked, "What warning?" ”

Qigege took a sip of tea, and said without saltiness or lightness: "It's nothing, it just makes me unable to eat and walk around, and besides, I also scolded the prince." ”

Scolding the prince?

Sisi's eyes flashed with uneasiness, "What's the matter?" "In ordinary trivial matters, the prince will not make a big move to offend the court elites, after all, no one will consciously cut off the back road, but if interests are involved, it is difficult to say.

Sisi's inquiry out of concern is also reasonable.

Qigege straightened his body, "The prince wanted to open the mountain, but the abbot of the Qingdeng Temple refused, turned people away several times, and swept the prince's face, so there was such a thing as wanting to frame the blame, they saw me coming out of the temple, so they found me, but there is one thing I don't understand very well." ”

Sisi frowned.

"Go on."

“......”

Glancing at him, Qigege took a faint sip of tea and said nothing more.

After sitting for a moment, he twisted himself to the window and listened to the book.

Downstairs.

The storyteller Ling Xiaoxie stood in front of the small table in the stage in a crescent-colored robe, holding the small table board in his hand, and his mouth was full of words, "There is a saying that the feng shui pattern of Longyang Mountain is a giant dragon bead, and the three mountains are connected together to have the potential of a flying dragon, and that piece of water looks from the mountain, and there is a round bead that is held by the dragon's mouth, do you know why?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone rose up.

"Why?"

"That's it, say it!"

The storyteller blinked mysteriously, "I said that everyone here may not believe it, Longyang Mountain is a spiritual mountain, blessed by heaven and earth, and under that mountain, there is a thousand-year-old spirit body buried, and even more Taoist masters say that there is a treasure hidden in that spirit body that is enough to destroy heaven and earth, and those who get the treasure win the world." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone shushed.

"Bump!"

There was a loud bang, accompanied by the cracking of the table, and the old swordsman, who was sitting in the most inconspicuous corner of the back of the crowd, wanted to stand up, drew his knife and pointed at the storyteller on the stage.

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, beware of Lao Tzu killing you!"

Sawdust sinked into his palm, and blood ran down the hilt.

The old swordsman didn't seem to feel the pain, and his brows didn't furrow.

The storyteller's face turned pale, but he looked at the person who raised the matter fearlessly, "What is the guest officer doing?" Talking about books and talking about books, what is said is in the book, and the guest officer just listens to it, why bother seriously. Moreover, all the officials who come here to listen to the book, who are not trying to have fun to pass the time. Even if the facts are said, it is also a matter of course, and the guest officer has ruined everyone's interest for no reason, no matter what the intention is, out of the rules, he must apologize. ”

The storyteller is also a sensible person, and when he is pointed at a knife, instead of being afraid of the slightest fear, he explains the reason to the troublemaker.

has such a clever mouth and is reasonable, which successfully aroused the anger of the people present.

"Where did the wild seed come from, I don't want to hear the fuck off!"

"That's it, disturbing the master's interest, can you pay for it?"

"Get out of here!"

"Did you hear it, I'm afraid you're not a deaf person?"

"Huh!"

The old swordsman sneered, his cold gaze swept across the hall, and finally fell on the storyteller again, his deep voice revealing the indifference of the people in the rivers and lakes, "He will take his life one day!" ”

After speaking, the old swordsman crossed the lobby and walked out of the main entrance.

One of the people in the crowd seemed to see the details, and said in a voice: "The knife in the hand of that person just now seems to be a water knife on the rivers and lakes......"

Hearing this, the storyteller's face turned even paler.

For a moment, the hall fell silent.