"Ah? Then he doesn't want the throne?" A listener couldn't help but asked with a puzzled expression.
Xingmu patted lightly, and the storyteller's paper fan snapped away, "Isn't it? How can ordinary people have such courage?"
"This is really..." Everyone was amazed.
"Then where did he go?" A little girl who was fascinated by the story raised her head and asked immaturely.
"Later, it was natural to stay and fly together with Princess Xiangchu of Ye Kingdom. This princess is also amazing. It was her proposal that made the world so peaceful. The Seventeenth Highness is willing to give up the country for her, which shows the charm of the princess. How overwhelming...”
The storyteller raised his eyebrows and talked incessantly, while the listener, who had been silent for a while, sighed helplessly and raised his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "We should go."
Everyone looked at that person.
It was a young boy with an ordinary face, but his demeanor was inexplicably cold and calm.
After hearing what he said, the storyteller didn't refute. He bowed his hands to the audience and said with a smile, "That's all for today, we should go."
Everyone was a little unfinished, but they also dispersed in twos and threes. Some people took some copper coins to the storyteller, and the other party accepted it with a smile.
"Let's go." The storyteller said to the boy.
The two got up and walked out of the teahouse.
This is a small town close to the border. The folk customs are simple and warm, and I love to hear stories about the capital.
This season is cold.
Snowflakes are falling outside the teahouse, and pedestrians are in a hurry.
The storyteller shook the mustache on his lips, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Let's go buy two jugs of wine and go back to the inn to drink and warm up. It's really cold here."
The young man shook his head: "I won't drink." After a pause, he said lightly: "Sister Huang also drink less."
The storyteller looked at him with a smile, "I didn't know you had the potential to pour a cup, but last time I only poured you a cup, you actually hugged me and cried all night..."
The corner of the boy's lips twitched slightly: "Did you cry?"
The storyteller laughed, "I'm lying to you, you just hugged me and said you liked me all night..."
The young man coughed, and his earlobes turned red silently.
No passerby noticed the conversation between the two, otherwise they would have been shocked. After all, judging from their appearance, one is a young boy and the other is a middle-aged man with a mustache. They look like father and son.
Excitedly, Yu Chu went to buy wine by herself, and then they went back to the inn together. She tore off the beard on her face and said unwillingly, "Why do those people only ask about your deeds, and don't ask how I took down Ye Kingdom? The domineering ones in Zhihe Chaotang..."
Seventeen pursed her lips and smiled, "It's okay, Miss Huang. In their hearts, you must be much better than me."
Yu Chu raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
The young man who took off his disguise turned his face, his clear and soft eyes were like beautiful gems, and there was a smile on his amazing face, he raised his eyebrows and said: "You must be such an attractive person who can make me give up the throne. what."
Yu Chu poured a glass of wine, couldn't help smiling when he heard the words, and muttered, "Aren't you praising yourself..."
She drank a glass of wine and narrowed her eyes comfortably.
The boy looked at the snow scene in front of the window, then closed the window and walked over. His slender body bent down from behind, his fingers propped on the table, and his lips rubbed against the tip of the girl's ear.