Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 19 Taoist priests, big and small
When Prince Jing took away his daughter, who was not ashamed to compete with the storyteller, the story of Zuixian Tower came to an end.

In just half a cup of tea, the birds and beasts scattered upstairs and downstairs, leaving behind a mess and sadness all over the place. There was also a story about a princess who had not yet entered the family but had to protect her husband domineeringly.

This story mainly highlights a girl whose elbows were turned outward, and all the unmarried girls were like water thrown out. Only Mr. Wang was hurt.

He still hasn't figured out why the dignified princess of the Zhoutian Dynasty wants to compete with him, Mr. Yippo Storyteller.

Of course, I was very scared when I thought about it. If Prince Jing was not present, then Princess Ningshu might really have to put her in jail and punish her. When the torture methods were used, her old bones might be exposed.
Just when he was feeling like he was about to survive the disaster, a shout suddenly came from his ears.

"Old Biden."

Mr. Wang turned his head and saw a handsome and free-spirited young man in the audience, holding a pot of tea high and pouring it into his mouth.

"Talk to me?"

The young man threw the teapot to the waiter not far away and wiped the tea stains from the corner of his mouth: "Otherwise, who would Old Biden call?"

"You're so stupid"

"Are you going to talk about the third prince again?"

Mr. Wang didn't want to talk to him at first, but when he saw that the corners of the young man's mouth were slightly raised, and he had an indescribable evil spirit, and he looked like he was not an ordinary person in his clothes, he hesitated to answer as he had just suffered a loss. .
The handsome young man did not wait for his ink to be written, and said: "Anyway, let me tell you, the Third Prince is a small-minded person. If you continue to slander him every day from now on, sooner or later he will find someone to secretly kill him and then chop him into pieces." It was broken into pieces in the Yanghuai River."

After saying that, the young man still didn't wait for Mr. Wang to answer, and went straight to the door. There seemed to be a friend waiting for him in front of the door.

Mr. Wang was confused, but the lesson was still fresh in his mind, and he did not dare to be aggressive. When the young man came out of Zuixian Tower, he muttered: "Who the hell are you?"

……

[If he continues to be like this in the future, will the prince really chop him into pieces and throw them into the river?]

[Of course, I like to kill innocent people most, not to mention he is not innocent. 】

After writing this line on the booklet, Zhao Chengfeng returned the pen to Bai Zhi, and then raised his head.

It's already dark in front of you, and the stars are shining on the spacious streets, echoing with the lights, fully demonstrating the prosperity of Kyoto.

"Xiao Zhao, what do you think of this matter?"

Zhugan saw that he and the mute maid finished communicating with the pamphlet, and immediately asked impatiently.

Zhao Chengfeng: "This matter?"

The fat-faced man added: "At the beginning of the assassination, the Crown Prince cracked a melon seed. During the assassination, the Crown Prince took a sip of tea. After the assassination, the Crown Prince was still looking for someone to tell stories!"

Zhao Chengfeng blinked and asked, "What do you think?"

The two said in unison: "Fake!"

"Uh, why?"

Zhugan: "The case file should be concise and concise. Try not to write information that is irrelevant to the case. What is this stuff? How does the Third Prince's reaction benefit the investigation of the case? The reason why it is written is to flatter!"

Fat Face agreed: "It's true, Dali Temple's face is so on display, it makes me want to vomit when I hear it."

Zhugan snorted coldly and said, "I heard that His Majesty recently intended to put Prince Jing in charge of Dali Temple and Shuntian Mansion. So, everyone knows the thoughts of Dali Temple!"

The fat face was filled with indignation: "Bah!"

Zhao Chengfeng smiled and said: "Fat face, bamboo pole, what you said is absolutely true. It's just that Xiao Zhao, I haven't eaten a grain of rice since I entered the city at dusk. Why don't we talk while we eat?"

Although Zuixian Tower was said to be a restaurant before, it was not a place to eat.

Hearing that Zhao Chengfeng was hungry, the two of them covered their stomachs, only to find that they had drank tea all night.

So everyone hit it off immediately.

Zhugan suggested: "Xiao Zhao, I know a dumpling restaurant that is delicious!"

Zhao Chengfeng frowned: "Goodbye, don't want to eat dumplings." The fat face was familiar, and he pulled Zhao Chengfeng's arm: "Xiao Zhao, believe us, we will definitely not disappoint you in terms of taste!"

The four of them walked away while chatting and laughing.

When they first joined the crowd, two Taoist priests, one large and one small, came to the door of the Zuixian Tower where they had just been.

The little Taoist priest seemed to be only seven or eight years old. He had a handsome face and a light gray robe that was washed a little white. He was chewing a candied haws of water he bought from somewhere in his hand.

The Taoist priest was only older than the little Taoist priest, and he seemed to be around twenty. He had his hair locked in a bun, his Taoist robes were also white, but his sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes were as sharp as a knife.

At this time, his eyebrows were a little irritable, and he said: "Junior brother, it's all thanks to you that we didn't catch up with the first clue of the thieves' assassination case!"

The little Taoist priest was not annoyed after hearing this. While chewing a hawthorn wrapped in rock sugar, he said vaguely: "Brother, what you said is wrong. How long does it take to buy a rock sugar haws? The main reason is that we got the news too late. "

As he said that, he poked his head and looked at the messy scene in Zuixian Tower where people had left the building. He turned to look at his senior brother and said:
"Besides, senior brother, haven't we read the files? Why are we here to listen to the report of the head of the thieves' assassination case? What's the point of making things up?"

The young Taoist priest who was called Senior Brother sighed when he heard this: "You can kill time, otherwise, do you and I have to sit on the city wall until dawn tomorrow and take a look at the third prince of Dangbei Palace?"

The little Taoist priest tilted his head, puzzled: "We can find an inn and have a good sleep, and then get up in the morning to see him, okay?"

The young Taoist priest lowered his head: "Junior brother, I can't sleep."

The little Taoist priest was even more puzzled. He licked a candied haws of water and said, "Brother, you may have fallen asleep when you were on the mountain. Why can't you fall asleep when you come down the mountain?"

The young Taoist priest looked solemnly and said: "The third son of Prince Dangbei may be a spiritual master!"

The little Taoist priest blinked: "So what, whether he is a chanting master or not, we still have to eat and sleep."

The young Taoist priest was very angry when he heard this. He squatted down and took a bunch of candied haws with his mouth. He chewed it while trying to teach his junior brother.

However, the little Taoist priest was shocked when he saw his actions. He looked at the candied haws with only one left and said, "Brother, I just licked them all."

Young Taoist Priest: "...just pretend I don't know."

"Senior brother, you are really good at lying to yourself."

"That's what happens when you get older."

"So, senior brother, is Nianshi very powerful? Is it that important?"

The young Taoist priest, who was still squatting and about the same height as his junior brother, had a rock sugar hawthorn in his mouth, and nodded heavily with a big bulge on his face: "If we want to kill people, we have to wield swords and swords. The master of reading is different. The master of reading will look at you and you will Just die."

"Do you know how many cloud ships the Zhou Tian Dynasty has?"

The little Taoist priest held out three fingers: "Three!"

Young Taoist Priest: "The master of Zhoutian Dynasty and this number."

The little Taoist priest said in a long voice: "Oh~~" He scratched his head as if he wanted to understand the problem, and then said: "Then when I grow up, I also want to be a spiritual master."

"You're a piece of shit."

The little Taoist priest was dissatisfied: "Senior brother, I heard that the third son of Prince Dangbei is very good-looking."

Hearing this, the young Taoist priest knew what his junior brother meant, and replied proudly: "He can't be better-looking than me."

The little Taoist priest raised his head and looked at his senior brother with innocent eyes: "What if he is not only a mind master, but also better-looking than you?"

With a 'bang' sound, the young Taoist priest bit the rock sugar hawthorn in his mouth. When he grinned from the soreness, he emphasized: "No, it can!"

The little Taoist priest was completely calm: "Jealousy changes people beyond recognition. Senior brother, you should be biting hawthorn to cover up the distorted face that would show up in your face. Am I right?"

"Junior brother, you are so annoying sometimes."

Little Taoist: "It's like this when you are younger."

(End of this chapter)