"Bang!"

On the street of the Imperial City, a restaurant is full of friends, full of seats, and it is very lively. In the center of the hall on the first floor is a five-foot-long long crested case, on which the blue and white porcelain costume is placed with delicate moon flowers, the petals are bright red and dazzling, and the layers are like the delicate face of a girl, and the stamens like a fire snake pour out its fragrance.

The storyteller was a man of about thirty years old, with an ordinary appearance, triangular eyes that seemed to be open, one hand kept running a goatee on his chin, and the other hand held a piece of wood and knocked it crisply on the desk, attracting everyone's attention.

"The last book said, 'Hibiscus and two flowers, fell into the Qin Dynasty's Zuo Xiang's house, one flew to the side of King Rui, and the other was unknown in color.' Princess Rui is the first beauty in the imperial city, which is really a flower and moon, and the country is beautiful! Since King Rui married back to the palace, he cherished it like a jewel, and even the other concubines in the palace were discarded like shoes, which can be said to have captured King Rui's heart. But the strange thing is that the other flower of this hibiscus has never been revealed, and everyone only knows its name but does not know its shape. Do you know why? ”

"Why?"

"Don't sell it! Say it! Say it! ”

"That's because—" Mr. Storyteller lowered his throat so low that a deep voice seemed to come out of his nostrils, "this Miss Musheph is ugly, and she is born with a black face, like a demon. Not only that, she is also frail and sickly, usually can't walk a few steps will be out of breath, every time on the night of the full moon will be sick, or convulsions or bite when you see people, the Mu family invited a number of famous doctors in the imperial city to treat, can not explore the root. Later, the Mu family couldn't, so they had to invite a Taoist priest. But it's okay if this Taoist priest is not invited, and when I ask for it, I know that this Miss Mu is actually a person with a bad fate, a father and a mother, and a son, who is simply a god. ”

"You storyteller is talking nonsense, the young ladies of Mufu are all as beautiful as flowers, how can there be an ugly girl who looks like a demon, it's a joke. I don't believe it, you storyteller can make up any lie in order to earn us money. ”

The storyteller closed his eyes and slowly waved the fan in his hand, and waited for the man in dark crimson clothes sitting in the front row to finish speaking, then he squinted his eyes and looked at him, and said leisurely: "This Miss Mu covers her face with a white veil all the year round, just for fear of scaring the people who serve her." But one day she was wandering in the yard when a gust of wind blew and lifted her veil. And this face happened to be seen by a girl who was picking flowers in the yard, and she fainted in fright, but she didn't expect that a few days later, this poor girl was killed by Miss Mu's evil spirit. ”

"Yo, poor thing. I have long heard that Mufu will change a group of subordinates every once in a while, and it turns out that this is because of this. A woman to the right of the man in the crimson shirt frowned.

As soon as the woman's voice fell, a man with a scholar's face said: "My neighbor has an errand boy in Mu Mansion, saying that this Mu Xuefu died just after giving birth to Mrs. Mu, and it didn't take long for the old lady and old lady of the Mu family to die of illness one after another. I didn't realize anything at the time, but now that I think about it, it's just that this woman's evil spirit is too heavy. ”

Mr. Storyteller looked at the listeners below and nodded in agreement, pursed his lips and smiled, and then drowned this smile on his lips, sighed slightly, and said in a tone of pity and sympathy: "It's not that I'm ruthless, it's not that I don't have sympathy, this numerology is innate, and it's no wonder Miss Mu." But her life is really bad, harming others and herself. After a pause, he said: "In a few days, His Royal Highness King Chen will marry this Miss Mu, really, alas, it is really a flower inserted in cow dung, and I don't know if His Royal Highness King Chen's life can withstand her evil spirit!" ”

"His Royal Highness King Chen, why is such a person as Zhong Lingyuxiu just getting involved in this family business? What a wickedness! In the end, it was not biological, and His Majesty the Emperor did not send anyone to inquire about the marriage. What if her anger rushes His Royal Highness King Chen? Someone hung his head and paused for King Chen, and said regretfully.

"His Royal Highness King Chen is the most beautiful man in Daqin, not to mention marrying someone who is on par with Princess Rui, but also about the same. This Mu Xuefu not only has an ugly face, is frail and sickly, but even his life is so hard, so His Royal Highness King Chen is not very dangerous? Someone chimed in.

"There are many women in the imperial city who love King Chen, I heard that even Princess Sanssouci admired the prince, as soon as she heard the will of marriage, she went to Longhuan Palace to make a big fuss, and His Majesty the angry emperor directly grounded Princess Sanssoucian. Alas, a holy oracle broke apart a pair of beautiful people. ”

"This Miss Mu is really a broom star, even His Royal Highness King Chen dares to touch it, disgusting."

"That's it, that's it."

“······”

The people downstairs were talking, and the discussion was getting louder and louder, and the words were getting worse and worse. Especially those women who admired King Chen, they poured out their unwilling anger on Mu Xuefu, and the words were sharp and vicious.

"Bang bang bang!"

These three voices were not from downstairs, but from a private room next to him.

"It's so vicious, I'm going down to clean up this bunch of now!" A girl in purple clothes, with a pair of big watery eyes on her round face, slapped the table a few times, and her cheeks with a fleshy and chubby face puffed out and twitched with her breathing. She was already a person with a fiery personality, and when she heard these words, she inevitably became angry, and she picked up her sword and was about to go out.

"Zi Yao is back!" A woman in white stood by the window, opened only a little gap in the window, looked at the people downstairs through the gap, and called out.

"Master!" Zi Yao stopped, stomped, pouted and snorted in a long voice.

Rong Chang, who was originally sitting next to her, looked like a two-year-old girl in yellow, got up and dragged her back, who had already walked to the door, and said, "Why do you bother to deal with a group of people who are all over the place, you don't lose your identity." The mouth grows on their faces, they can say whatever they like, don't you expose the identity of the master when you go? ”

Zi Yao furrowed her brows and said, "Jin Lu, you are usually the most protective master, why did you persuade me today?" ”

Jin Lu pressed her into her previous seat, shook her head, and smiled without saying a word.

The woman in white closed the window, looked back at her, and said with a smile: "People like to stand at the highest point of morality to judge others, regardless of the truth or falsity of events, this is one of the aspects of human nature." Looking back and smiling, the woman in white has a pair of watery eyes that are charming and extremely beautiful. This woman is the fiery Mu Xuefu who the group of people downstairs are talking about.

"But why does this storyteller want to slander his master's reputation?" Zi Yao blinked her eyes quickly twice and asked suspiciously.

Mu Xuefu gently scratched the tea edge with the tea lid, making a crisp sound. Looking at the tea leaves floating on the water seeping into it little by little, the curvature of the corners of his mouth became larger and larger, and the look in his eyes became more firm, and he said: "The one who wants to ruin my reputation is either the admirer of King Chen, or the King of Chen." ”

"The master is so beautiful, marrying him is simply cheaper for him." Zi Yao rolled her eyes, pursed her lips disdainfully, and said.

Mu Xuefu took a sip of tea, the smile on her face slowly faded, and she said coldly: "Nothing in this world is eternal, let alone appearance." However, no matter how much the appearance becomes, it is not as good as the human heart. She exhaled softly, narrowed her eyes, looked at the eaves, and said softly, "This is not a good thing. ”