Imperial College Kindergarten

Chapter 12 Storytellers

That night.

The Qingfeng Tea House was already full, and people gathered together in twos and threes to discuss.

"Have you heard? Qingfeng Tea House has a new version of the novel today!"

"There's nothing unusual about this Newspeak. It's not like I haven't used it before."

"Yeah, I also heard from the guy that I have a new dialect book, so I thought I might as well pass the time since I haven't been here for a long time."

"Huh? You are all behind on the news. I heard that this story will be different from the previous ones!"

"That's right. If it were ordinary scripts, how could Qingfeng Teahouse create such a big buzz? Look, even the private rooms upstairs are full!"

As soon as these words came out, those discussions became quieter.

Qingfeng Tea House has four floors. Except for the fourth floor, it is not open to the public. Those who can book private rooms on the second and third floors are rich or expensive.

With a "dang" sound, a gong and drum sound sounded from the center of the first floor.

"Everyone, please be quiet!"

As soon as the storyteller appeared, everyone knew that preparations were about to begin, so the discussion gradually died down.

The buildings in the teahouse have been specially designed. Even on the fourth floor, the clear voice of the storyteller can be heard.

Liu Xue was sitting in the box on the second floor. She could not help but stare at the storyteller through the hazy window. Her ears echoed with the sound of "dong dong dong" coming from her heart. She licked her dry lips. lips, and then poured a cup of tea from the table in an attempt to calm down.

"It is said that in the 19th year of Tianqi Dynasty, a big event happened in the capital of Tianqi Kingdom recently!"

"This matter also starts from the Pingnanhou Mansion in Tianqi Dynasty. One day, a girl suddenly came in front of the gate of Pingnanhou Mansion, claiming that she was the legitimate daughter of the Hou Mansion. The second lady of the Hou Mansion inside She is a fake lady who stole her 13 years of rich life!"

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath when they heard this.

This... even though the dynasty and name have been changed, it's hard not to think of the recent incident of the real and fake daughter!

Although they had heard of it more or less, it was all in private. After all, it involved the daughter of the Hou family. However, why did Qingfeng Tea House adapt this matter into a story?
Is it possible that there is something hidden in this?
Is this something they can listen to for free?

Everyone's curiosity was aroused for a moment.

"Then the little boy guarding the Hou Mansion heard this and thought, eh, a village girl from nowhere dares to pretend to be the daughter of the Hou Mansion. Isn't this boring? Several boys rolled up their sleeves aggressively, trying to kill this village girl. He drove away, but when he saw the face of the village girl, he was shocked and froze on the spot!"

"Hey, dear, that girl who claims to be the real daughter looks exactly like the head lady of Ping Nanhou Mansion!"

"Now those boys don't dare to hide it anymore. After the report, they respectfully invited the people in..."

"What happened next? As soon as Mrs. Hou saw the real daughter, she cried for my son! After looking up and down, looking at the face that was eighty-nine times similar to hers, the real daughter said it was unintentional When I heard that the adoptive mother said that she had slipped her words and it was a deliberate change, I believed most of it."

"Let someone call that fake daughter to confront him!"

"Speaking of which, everyone doesn't know about the fake daughter, right? She has been raised in the Hou Mansion for 13 years, and has only left the house very few times! Mrs. Hou inexplicably dislikes the fake daughter, and even the treatment of the fake daughter is mediocre. She is just like a concubine in the Marquis Mansion, or even worse than a concubine."

"The fake daughter suddenly learned about this matter. She was really confused and didn't know how to react. Just at this time, Pingnan Hou heard about the matter and rushed back to the Hou Mansion. After some investigation, he learned that the matter was very likely. Nine is real!”

"This matter starts from the outbreak of the Jin Kingdom rebellion in the second year of Tianqi. At that time, Pingnanhou was appointed as a deputy general to send troops to the Jin Kingdom. The war lasted for three years, and then the Jin Kingdom surrendered. The class teacher returned to the court. Not long after, Mrs. Hou was pregnant, but Pingnan Hou was afraid that the remaining chaos in the Jin Kingdom would interfere with it, so he secretly arranged for her to go to a village near the outskirts of Beijing to wait for the birth." "What a coincidence, it happened to be arranged to live with the real daughter's adoptive mother. In the home of a farmer. In the sixth year of the Apocalypse, the village woman and Mrs. Hou were about to give birth, and they gave birth on the same day. They both gave birth to a daughter. According to Zhen Qianjin, the village woman took advantage of Mrs. Hou's weakness after giving birth. Secretly swapping the two girls, but is that really the case?"

At this point, the storyteller stopped and poured himself a cup of tea.

This will be very painful for the guests who were itching to hear half of it.

"Hey! Mr. Mo, continue quickly!"

"Yeah, keep talking! What happened next? Is there something hidden?"

"Yeah, I think the recent rumors are weird. Originally, there will be many versions of rumors when they are passed around. But recently, the rumors about the real and fake daughter come and go in one version. If no one is here I don’t believe the layout inside!”

"Yes, yes, what is the truth? Is there a twist later?"

"How can this be reversed?"

"Oh, Mr. Mo, stop trying to tantalize us, please tell us now!"

In the private rooms upstairs, although the people in the lobby on the first floor didn't rush as obviously, they were all looking forward to it.

But in the "Manzhong" box on the third floor, the atmosphere was stagnant for a moment.

As early as when he heard this story, Liu Qingyang's face turned dark. Although he came from the third house, the Hou Mansion had not yet separated the families. As the saying goes, everyone will be prosperous and everyone will suffer. No matter who hears what happened in the family, he will be punished. If someone puts it on the table and uses it as a script, who can not be angry?
Li Jiaheng, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but clenched his fist and punched the table. He gritted his teeth and said, "That's unreasonable! King Guangyang doesn't take the Marquis Mansion and our Li Mansion seriously? No, I'm going to find them. Theory theory!”

The young masters in the box immediately joined forces to stop him: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, Jiaheng! That's the Guangyang Palace!"

"Yeah, it's best to calm down first and think about the countermeasures!"

"Yes, don't go looking for them rashly. It's more appropriate for the elders in the family to come forward for this kind of thing." The palace may not necessarily take these young people seriously.

Liu Qingyang, however, looked unconvinced: "Are we now allowed to watch them slander our Hou Mansion below? After tonight, what reputation does our Hou Mansion still have?"

Hearing this, everyone in the box flashed their eyes and exchanged glances with each other.

To be honest, there are not many rumors about the Hou Mansion these days?

Li Jiaheng stared at the storyteller with a heavy gaze, and said in a cold voice: "Listen, I want to hear how this Qingfeng Teahouse confuses right and wrong!"

Xie Miao snorted softly: "Not necessarily, maybe what Qingfeng Tea House said is the truth?"

"Xie Miao, what do you mean? No one knows the truth of the matter better than us!" Liu Qingyang directed his anger at Xie Miao, who was carelessly carrying a pot of wine.

Xie Miao shrugged, raised his head, pointed the wine bottle to his mouth, and drank it all in one gulp.

"You!" Seeing Xie Miao like this, Li Jiaheng was angry, but when he thought of the Xie family, he endured it.

Hearing everyone's urging, Mr. Mo just smiled softly, raised his hand and pressed it down again, signaling everyone to be quiet: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious."

Everyone: Can you not be in a hurry?

(End of this chapter)