On the opposite side of the Xinjing Inn, there is a restaurant, Huayue Restaurant, which is the third restaurant in the capital of Wuguo, different from the first and second place, only rich and powerful people are allowed to enter, Huayue Restaurant, that is, ordinary people, can go to the inside to ask for a pot of tea, listen to an afternoon of Allegro.

Yes, even if the weather is cold, there are a lot of people in this restaurant.

The storytellers in the restaurant are all waiting for the guests, having lunch, and sleeping enough, before starting to tell the story.

Moreover, there are many guests in the restaurant, that is, in the afternoon.

Ah Lu went to look for Zhao Rui alone, and the remaining eight people followed Yan Nan, and the group entered the Huayue Restaurant in a mighty way, found the best position on the 2nd floor and sat down, ordered tea and melon fruits, and looked at the middle of the lobby on the 1st floor. In the middle of the lobby is an open space, with screens, tables and chairs, and shocking wood, the storyteller saw that the people were almost seated, so he took a sip of tea, took a fan, and stood in front of the table.

Yan Nan listened carefully while sipping melon seeds, and after a while, the peels on the table were piled up on top, and the people who followed did not dare to sit down, silently standing in a row with their hands behind their backs.

"What is this man talking about?" The more Yan Nan listened, the more confused he became, how could he be just some weasel spirits and fox spirits, didn't he say that these storytellers were all talking about what happened in Wu recently? Qingzhou City is such a big movement, and the imperial city is not far away, why is there no information for a word?

Guards, look at me, I look at you, no one answered, but the young man who passed by listened to his words, and turned back, "It's all scripts, weird and witty, and it sounds strange and boring." ”

"Oh?" Yan Nan immediately took his gaze back from downstairs when he heard the sound, and looked up and down at the young man in front of him, about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing bloated cotton clothes, willow eyebrows, big eyes, small nose and small mouth, if you don't look closely, you can't recognize this is a man.

How can there be such a girly teenager in the world? Yan Nan sympathized with him in his heart, in their Qi country, they were all beautiful to be burly and strong, but he was just a weak skeleton, so he was ridiculed every day, not to mention the cousin who looked like a picturesque beauty.

The young man in front of him is very similar to his cousin, and he is also generally good-looking, but he does not have the fat and fox energy of his cousin. It's just a simple juvenile atmosphere, clean and light. Thinking back carefully, when I was young, the cousin in my memory was also like this.

At that time, he was young and innocent, and he was quiet and gentle. But now, alas, Yan Nan himself is unpredictable.

"Can you sit?" The boy gestured to the next place.

"Sit," that is naturally able to sit, Yan Nan nodded, beckoned to Xiao Er, added another pot of tea, cleared the husks, and served another plate of candied fruit.

It's rare that someone can be willing to take care of him, Yan Nan was very happy, ignored the guards' desires, poured himself a cup of tea, pushed it in front of the young man, and sent the candied fruit over, "Do you want to eat candied fruit?" ”

The boy nodded, grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth, only the two cheeks were full, and he couldn't stuff them anymore, so he stopped. Yan Nan watched him gobble it up from the other side, and in less than a moment, a plate of candied fruit was eaten upside down.

"Do you want more?" Yan Nan asked.

"No need," the boy took the teacup and drank it down, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and shook his head, already full.

"Little brother just said that this storyteller is just talking about some scripts?"

"These days, the limelight in the capital is tight," the young man nodded, looked around with a thief's brain, stared at the guards guarding next to Yan Nan, and wiped his nose, "The imperial court will not allow you to enter the latest events, but if anyone talks about it and is caught, it will be a big prison." ”

"So serious?"

"Naturally," the young man nodded solemnly, pointing to a few people sitting on the first floor, looking around, "Have you seen these people, they are all here to supervise the field." ”

There is a superintendent, not to mention that the storyteller does not dare to talk nonsense, even the people sitting in the audience do not dare to talk to each other.

"Originally, this restaurant and tea shop was the most lively in winter, but this year, it was very deserted," the young man kept chatting, "Originally, this is a place to chat, and it is so managed, the fun is gone, how can anyone want to come!" ”

"So there's no anecdote to hear?" That's really boring, Yan Nan still wants to find out some news in this restaurant and listen to the rumors related to his cousin.

"Childe really wants to hear anecdotes?" The boy put his fist to his mouth, feigned coughing, and asked softly.

"Little brother has a doorway?" Seeing this, Yan Nan also lowered his voice and asked.

"Naturally, naturally," the young man smiled brightly, "Now, listening to books in the teahouse restaurant is outdated, please ask the storyteller to come to the house, close the door, we want to know anything, just talk about it, this is the most popular at the moment." ”

"Tell a story in the house?" For the first time in the world, I heard something like this.

"This court can control the people who walk on the road, and those who sit in the restaurant and tea shop can close the door and guard the inside of their own house, where can he live," the young man raised his eyebrows, with an expression that you know what I mean, "I see that the son is interesting, so I came to talk, the son is from out of town, right?" If you really want to hear about this rumor, you can find me, Mr. Storyteller I know a lot, the price, easy to discuss! ”

"Master, no!" The guards listened for a long time, and finally understood what the young man who took the initiative to come up was for.

It turned out that he was a pimp who specialized in pulling business for storytellers.

Yan Nan's eyes lit up, and he looked expectant, obviously being fooled by him and preparing to take the bait.

When Lu led away, he told them to take good care of Xiao Guogong and not allow him to have excessive contact with the people of Wu State. If you are not familiar with life, first, you can't let him go wherever he wants, and second, you can't just pull strangers to your side and invite them to the inn where you live.

Listening to the meaning of this young man's words, it is clear that he wants to pull strangers to the inn where they stay, so how can it be done?

Xiao Guogong has a strange temper, except for Commander Lu, no one else dares to be disobedient, if this storyteller arrives at the inn, they will definitely be sent out of the door by him, and he will receive these people in the house, who are not from a clear background, if these people have other purposes and hurt Xiao Guogong, then how can they be good?

Even if Commander Lu didn't cut off their heads, the princess would throw them into the snow to feed the wolves.

"Why not, I haven't spoken yet!" Yan Nan is very dissatisfied, why are you one or two of you, if you don't do your duty and do your job well, you have to learn from Alu, and you have to open your mouth to block and express your opinions at every turn. I'm not a three-year-old doll, what do I do, don't I have any sense of proportion?

"Don't worry, Childe, our storyteller is a fifty or sixty-year-old gentleman, a handful of age, powerless, besides," the young man looked at a few guards and smiled brightly, "If the eldest brother is worried, you can go to our inn, and then let the old storyteller speak outside the door, and you will protect Childe in the house." ”

"How do you know we live in the inn?"

"Childe, I walk in this teahouse and restaurant every day, in this capital, where there are still people I don't recognize," the young man explained, "Moreover, we storytellers have to see the six roads, listen to all directions, what is the freshest thing to say, Childe, although your clothes are the styles that are available in the capital, but this dressing habit is not our locals at first glance." ”

Since he is not a local, he came to live here, either in an inn or in a clan house of relatives and friends, "Son, you came out of the Xinjing Inn opposite, I am at this door, look at it really, can you not know?" ”

"I see," Yan Nan nodded, so the storyteller behind this young man must know everything, right?

I originally wanted to inquire about the news, but when I met this young man, I couldn't ask for it.

"I don't know where the little brother's storyteller is?" Although Yan Nan wants to know the news, he is not a fool, he is not familiar with the place, someone will talk to you when he comes up, or he will specially choose what you want to hear, such a coincidence cannot but make people suspicious.

"No," the boy crossbowed, and across from them there was an old gentleman, in his fifties, with black and white hair tied in a bun at the back of his head, and a wooden hairpin, fixed in his hair. The eyebrows and eyes were shining, the face was kind, he was wearing a set of blue-gray jackets, covered with a wide cloth shirt, holding a folding fan in his hand, beckoning to them, grinning very happily.

"Is that him?" Yan Nan pointed to the old man opposite and frowned, why doesn't this person look like a scholar, but like a Taoist priest, is it an illusion?

"It's him, we all call him the old man," the young man introduced, this old man also arrived in the capital at the beginning of the year, knows some poetry, recognizes a few big characters, is old, can't come to life, can only nest in the Taoist temple. He is a broken person, he likes to listen, he likes to talk, and he likes to join in the fun. When there is nothing to do in the view, he likes to run to this teahouse and restaurant, looking for some people, relying on telling stories to people, earning some extra money, and buying some wine and meat to eat.

"Don't worry, the old man is very powerful, if you are worried, I can call him and check for a few big brothers, whether it is dangerous," said the young man, and got up, trotted all the way to the opposite side, and whispered a few words in the old man's ear, and after a while, the old man really followed him and arrived in front of Yan Nan.

"Childe is good!" The old man saluted and stood aside happily.

Yan Nan gave a few of the guards a look, since you are afraid that this storyteller will hurt me when he comes to my house, then you should check carefully before he enters my room, and see for me if he is really an assassin.

Several guards could only obey the order, pulled the old man aside, searched his body from top to bottom. In addition to the folding fan, there are two copper plates, a wine gourd, and nothing outside the body. The pulse was not abnormal, it was just the heart of an ordinary old man.

"Is there a problem?" Yan Nan asked.

A few guards touched their noses and kept silent, they really didn't check anything, but there are a lot of talented people in this river and lake, what if the other party will disguise? No one can guarantee it! At this time, Commander Lu has not returned, and it is better for this outsider not to contact or not to contact.

"Master, shall we invite this gentleman over again without knowing something?"

Commander Ming'er must be here, whether he can see him or not when the time comes, it's up to him to decide, a few of them, they really don't dare to make a conclusion.

"Ming'er is good, Ming'er is also successful," Yan Nan didn't answer, and the dry old man who was waiting on the side opened his mouth first, "It just so happens that there is something in my view, I have to go back early!" ”

"Isn't it a curfew? What can this be, it's not the first time you're late to go back," the young man was busy playing the round, "Big brothers, we really have no problem, we just want to beg for food in the winter!" ”

"You don't have money to eat again?" Lu Lao looked at the young man and sighed, "Yes, I still have a few copper plates here, you can keep them, so you can buy a bowl of noodles at night and put them first." ”

As he spoke, he went to the guards to touch the copper plate that they had just searched out, and then stuffed it into the young man's hand, muttering in his mouth, "Don't you shout every day that you are Qingming's grandson and the master of Qingwan Pavilion?" Why, your grandfather is not even willing to give money for food? Do you still live in a ruined temple? ”

"If you talk too much, I want you to take care of it," the young man quickly grabbed the copper plate and ran downstairs.

"Grab him back for me and take him to the inn!" Yan Nan immediately pointed two people down and asked them to chase the young man back, "He is Qingming's grandson, whether it is true or not, arrest him, I will interrogate him personally!" ”

"Why, you're going to arrest him too?" The old man looked puzzled and touched his nose, "Could it be that what he said is true?" ”

"Who else is arresting him?" Yan Nan asked vigilantly.