Quick Transmigration: I just want to hate the protagonist

Chapter 63 The Prince's Lover Who Blocks the Sword [17]

Finally you can't hold it any longer, can you?

"Come on, let's go to King Rui's appointment."

Bai Mo threw aside the invitation that Yan Xi sent for a lake tour together, packed it up and got on the third prince's carriage to the teahouse.

Using the excuse of going deep into the people and experiencing life to dispel Xiao Wenbin's idea of ​​booking the teahouse, Bai Mo stepped into the teahouse under Mulian's resentful and reproachful eyes.

In the small space, there are a few benches, two square tables, a few melon and fruit plates, and a dozen large tea bowls. They are the cheapest folk kilns. They have been used for I don’t know how many years. The colorful glaze on the bowl walls. It has been rubbed to the point of disgrace.

The storyteller told vividly the heroic story of Emperor Taizu who founded the country and conquered the world. The guests here were either holding tea bowls and sipping cows, or holding their own small teapots mouth to mouth, but all of them could hear it without exception. With relish.

When Bai Mo and his party walked in, the storyteller seemed to be excited when he talked about it, and he danced excitedly.

Xiao Wenbin was not used to such an occasion, and was impatient at the moment, but seeing Bai Mo's complacent expression, he restrained his inner impatience.

A delicate lady like Bai Mo didn't even feel uncomfortable at all, how could he fall behind her.

The storyteller has a sharp eye. He saw that Bai Mo and his party were dressed gorgeously, with outstanding temperament, and accompanied by servants. Although he didn't know who they were, he knew that either rich or expensive, especially that girl, who looked like an unknown girl. When she came out of the pavilion, she did not cover her veil, and she was so beautiful that she was not like ordinary people. Every gesture of her hands was elegant and extravagant.

As he said this, the crossbar in his hand clicked.He walked off the stage and bowed respectfully to Bai Mo and his group.

It was only then that everyone came back to their senses from the story, and saw a group of people who appeared here at some time, who were so extravagant and out of place in such a small place.

When he saw Bai Mo, he couldn't help taking a breath, such a beautiful woman with picturesque eyebrows was rare in the world.

There are also people who are well-informed, who have seen the two people by chance, recognized their identities, and hurriedly knelt down to salute.

"Caocaomin pays homage to His Royal Highness King Rui, the prime minister's daughter."

This kneeling brought the stunned people back to their senses, and when they heard the names of "His Royal Highness King Rui" and "Prime Minister's Daughter", they knelt down on the ground.

"Caocaomin pays homage to His Royal Highness King Rui, the prime minister's daughter."

"Caocaomin pays homage to His Royal Highness King Rui, the prime minister's daughter."

Xiao Wenbin saw the people kneeling all over the room, and said: "Excuse me, the king and Miss Prime Minister have heard that the books here are good, come and listen to them, everyone don't have to be cautious, just pretend that the prince and Miss Prime Minister are not here. "

Bai Mo rolled his eyes when he heard that, thinking they didn't exist?Not to mention among the common people, even among the important court officials, you, the third prince, can't be regarded as non-existent.

Bai Mo complained in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

Everyone got up after hearing this, but they didn't know what to do. Although His Royal Highness King Rui said that there was no need to be cautious, but after all, King Rui was here in person, and he dared not sit or stand, and dared not make a sound.

Bai Mo looked at the situation, and didn't intend to embarrass the common people. He pointed to the bench in the corner and said to Xiao Wenbin, "My lord, let's sit over there."

Xiao Wenbin glanced at the position where Bai Mo pointed and nodded. In fact, the teahouse is only that big, so it doesn't matter where you sit. Bai Mo chose a place near the window, in the corner, which is considered a very suitable position.

Seeing that the third prince agreed, the accompanying attendants rushed forward to clean up, and took clean veils and spread them on the bench, in case they would stain their clothes and skirts when they sat.

(End of this chapter)