Wang Quanquan came out of the Oiran room, and as soon as he sat down on the first floor, he saw a thin old man hurriedly go upstairs, and went to the room like smoke, and then walked out with an angry face in less than a cup of tea.

"What the hell are these guys up to?" Wang Quanquan muttered in confusion.

Just now in the room, he noticed that there were two people hiding under the bed, and seeing that they didn't have murder weapons, they didn't pierce them.

At this moment, the young emperor and another young man walked downstairs shoulder to shoulder, followed by a bearded man.

"Your Majesty...... Cousin, you're done so soon? The king stood up and said.

"Cousin, there are no outsiders here, there is no need to hide it, let me introduce you, this is..."

"Little surname Bao." The young man on the side hurriedly answered.

"Brother Bao avenged a criminal woman in his hometown, and was victimized by a traitor, not only was he stripped of his official position, but also sent a prison arrest warrant, so he came to Beijing to sue the emperor. I had a good conversation with him, and I wanted to help him. ”

Wang Quanquan didn't expect this classic scene to be encountered by himself, and pulled the corners of his mouth and said:

"Your Majesty is happy."

……

Sending the emperor back to the palace safely, he planned to go to the teahouse for a while, and sort out his next thoughts by the way.

The files of the investigation factory must be destroyed, but they will have to wait until the evening to do it, and the most important thing at the moment is to write to Yan Guang first and inform the other party of Wei Jintang's plan, so that he can be on guard.

Just thinking about it, Wang Quanquan unconsciously came to a teahouse, and from time to time there were cheers, which sounded very lively.

The teahouse is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, some are only for the top-notch fresh tea from all over the place, a pot of random will cost dozens of taels of silver, its interior decoration is elegant, there are four treasures of chessboard and study, for the pastime of the famous people. The people who come here are either vassals or really elegant, and there are very few people who talk about disturbing people and quiet, so they are quite loved by the dignitaries in Beijing.

On the contrary, another type of teahouse, absorbing the three religions and nine streams, does not refuse, there are a few pennies a pot of broken tea dregs, there are also the "lip tea" specially offered by the big inside, no one will take it seriously, most of them deceive the outsiders who have just entered Beijing.

In addition to tea, there are also all kinds of dim sum meals and wine, which are no different from restaurants, and in addition to arranging all kinds of good artists, most of them are playing the piano and playing erhu or books.

In this teahouse where Wang Quanquan came, listening to the voice, it was obvious that someone was talking about the story, and if he wanted to eat the meal of storytelling, he had at least two points, one was to be neat, and the other was to be fresh.

The joke in the storyteller's mouth became cliché within three months, and if he said it a few more times, the audience would steal the show.

Looking at everyone's reaction today, it is obviously not a repetition of the same old tune, Wang Quanquan became interested, raised his legs and walked in.

……

The first floor of the teahouse was full of people, most of them were poor people in short shirts, even if I occasionally saw one or two people in long clothes, their clothes were old and white, obviously some poor scholars.

The royal authority in a luxurious robe arrived here, which immediately attracted the attention of many people, but just by taking a second look, he was attracted by the young man on the stage.

Wang Quanquan found a place to sit down, ordered a pot of tea, and while waiting, the storyteller, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, said a passage of the Romance of the Gods, talking about "King Xuan made a cannon brand":

"As the old saying goes: 'The ruler is righteous and the king is evil, and the country is difficult to cure.'" Du Yuan milling is the loyalty of the world, the king listened to the words of Concubine Yan, beheaded the Yuan mill and abolished the ministers of the previous king, and injured the Liang Dong of the country, which is really a faint king. ”

The young man was shocked, and there was another burst of cheers in the hall, Wang Quanquan squinted his eyes, and a strange smile appeared on his face, this young man was really not afraid of death, and dared to insinuate the current emperor.

It's not that he catches the wind and shadows, when this young man speaks, his eyes are rolling wildly, especially when he says the word "faint king", it is simply squeezed out of his teeth. Fortunately, although it is mediocre and absurd today, it has not yet reached the point of indiscriminately killing loyal ministers, so no one will think about it in that way.

The tea was served, and as soon as Wang Quanquan took a sip, he heard the young man start the next paragraph:

"Guys, have you ever heard of Luan Wei?"

"Poof" Wang Quanquan couldn't hold back, and a sip of tea sprayed on the head of the bald man in front of him.

"Who?"

The man in his forties turned his head, his face was angry, and when he saw that it was a noble boy, he held back the insults that came to his mouth, stretched out his hand to wipe the tea on his head, and moved his butt to change positions.

Wang Quanquan looked at the young man, waiting for him to continue to say some shocking words, only to see his thin chest straighten and say:

"Contemptible people are not talented, they are one of the Luan Wei, codenamed Big Goose."

Wang Quanquan twitched, put his mind at ease, and continued to drink tea.

"This Luan Wei is more mysterious than the Secret Guard, and the people in it are all big officials in the court, and they have done a lot of things for the benefit of the country and the people in private. For example, the Red Flower Society uprising 300 years ago, the interference of relatives in politics 200 years ago, and the five sons seized the heirs decades ago...... It was all thanks to Luan Wei that it was calmed down.

Of course, you can't touch these either, what I'm going to talk about today comes from Luan Wei's word of mouth in the past dynasties, and it tells the story of the sword god Zhao Zhiyi's division of territory back then. ”

Next, the young man told the story of how the sword god fought against the Northern Invasion more than 300 years ago, how the sword god single-handedly scared back the enemy army, and how he recovered the fourteen states, and finally drew a heavenly boundary.

There are many exaggerations in the words, but they are generally about the same, but it is a pity that this kind of immortal deeds, the ordinary people present will only listen to it as a pleasure, and at most when they turn around and pass by the Sword God Temple, they can go in and take a look.

When the boy finished speaking, someone at the bottom asked:

"Qin Wazi, if that Zhao Sword God really exists, why don't you deal with Tart?"

"The immortals also have a lot of things to do, how can they help us all the time? He will only act when the real country is in danger. ”

"You're not him, how can you be so sure?"

"Because of my master, I was fortunate to see his back, and that posture was exactly the same as the clay sculpture in the temple."

"Pure nonsense, if you are really blessed to see the gods, why do you rely on storytelling to eat now?"

"You know a fart, that's the God of Sword and not the God of Wealth, besides, there are still fewer people who worship the God of Wealth, and they are all developed?"

……

The two raised the bar as they spoke, and Wang Quanquan shook his head helplessly, looking at the age of this kid, it must have nothing to do with Luan Wei, and eighty percent of the hearsay stories were taken out to show off.

As for the so-called "sword god" that the other party has seen, it may also be a chivalrous man who pretends to be famous, and a few lame sword moves are enough to shock the young man for several years.

The two didn't finish talking, and the guests in the teahouse began to get busy with their own affairs, and seeing that no one paid attention to themselves, Wang Quanquan asked the man to get a pen and paper, planning to write a letter to Yan Guang.

After he finished writing the letter, he was afraid that the brainless man would not know how to be flexible and would really stay on the northern front and let others handle it, so he took out the Luan Wei Order and dipped it in ink and pressed it on the letterhead, which was regarded as giving an order in the name of His Holiness.

As soon as he shook the undried letterhead, he saw a head come over, and the man's eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief:

"Luan Wei Ling, are you the Phoenix Venerable?"

Wang Quanquan looked at the young man who suddenly appeared, folded the letter and stuffed it into his sleeve, and said casually:

"You really take the story seriously, where is Luanwei in this world?"

"Don't try to fool me, I could see it clearly just now, and even the gap on the token is not bad at all."

Hearing this, Wang Quanquan finally looked at the other party squarely, and said suspiciously:

"Who the hell are you?"

"I didn't say it all just now, Luanwei goose."

The boy blinked, innocent.

……