Dressed as cannon fodder and vowing to kick the heroine’s head off

A tall and thin old man, wearing a gray cloth robe.

He looked at the painting he took out, but did not open it immediately. He looked at it mysteriously and looked at it.

It satisfies everyone's appetite.

The shouts in the lobby started again, getting louder and louder: "Old man, I'm not your girl. What are you hiding?"

"It's just that it won't make you lose a hair after watching it. Why are you so nervous?"

"Do you want money? If you want money, just say so! Just take a look and see if a penny is enough?" A man looked at the old man and asked.

"Yes, old man, you can't be too greedy. You said that your boss has already given you money, and now we give you one penny per person, which is not a lot. Look at a penny, what if you look at it several times?"

Everyone was laughing and joking, making jokes and making noises.

Yun Xi was lying on the second floor window and couldn't help but curl her lips: "This old man doesn't know where Hei San was found, and he's very good at making people appetizing!"

She finally consulted with Xiao Chenyi yesterday.

Xiao Chenyi was very satisfied when he saw that she had decided on Prince Kang.

He also helped her come up with ideas, perfected her plan, and gave her the black three to use as she pleased.

"What the little old man said just now, there is something yet to be announced, have you all forgotten?" The old man held the scroll in his hand and looked at everyone. Still not unfolding. The topic was raised again.

"I haven't forgotten. How long has it been? We are not old enough." The men retorted one after another.

"The pictures are all in your own mouth. If you don't tell me and I won't tell you, how will we know?"

"Old man, what do you want to announce? Did you redeem that flower girl and take her home?"

"Hahaha, yes, are you married to an oiran?"

Every time I listened to a book before, I would do it quietly, drinking tea and eating snacks. At most, it would be a few friends discussing the plot of the story quietly and expressing their own opinions.

I have never seen such a lively scene of listening to books.

The men here were very happy.

They feel that since there are only men here, there is no need to restrict their speech.

It was very lively with all kinds of weird questions coming one after another.

The storyteller didn’t expect that they actually said that the oiran was brought home by him!

He blushed anxiously: "Don't talk nonsense! How can I be worthy of such a good woman like Hua girl? Even from a distance, it feels like a blasphemy to her."

Everyone laughed again: "Yo? Old man, are you still shy?"

"Isn't it? Isn't it? Is there anyone in your family who has a wife? When it comes to women from brothels, do you still act promiscuous?"

"That's not right, old man, are you feeling aroused?"

"Where do you live, uncle? I'm going to tell your mother-in-law. Tell her that you're here for the second time."

The storyteller's hair stood on end, his face became redder and redder, and he actually stuttered: "I can't say it, say...I can't say it!"

The more the old man acted like this, the more curious everyone became about the appearance of the courtesan.

"Old man, don't whet our appetites, unfold this painting quickly and let us feast our eyes on it. It's a donkey or a horse, it has to be pulled out for a ride!"

"Yes, yes, uncle, you said she was so good, let us verify it."

"That's right, if you don't open it until now, wouldn't you be an ugly person?"'

"Hahaha, it's possible! Could it be that Qi Qi is your sweetheart? You couldn't help but make up a story for her?"

"I didn't expect that, old man, your sword will never grow old and your majesty will remain the same!"

More and more people were joking, and the situation gradually got out of control.

King Kang frowned and told Xi'er: "Go and call the store owner over."

He has been here so many times and this is the first time he has encountered this.

He was afraid that if he didn't handle it properly, something would happen later.

If a grown man gets into a quarrel, he will smash the store to pieces regardless of who is in the north, south, east or west.

King Kang also wanted to sit here for a day and show his meditative look to others.

Soon, the shopkeeper came up.

The shopkeeper is overweight and the stairs creak loudly when he walks on them. Yun Xi was worried that the stairs would be broken by him.

"I've seen Prince Kang!" He opened the door and saw Prince Kang. The shopkeeper lifted the hem of his robe and knelt on his knees.

With a loud sound, his knees hit the ground and made a heavy sound.

"Get up." King Kang never shows off his qualifications now.

You're all a fake, so what's there to show off?

It's better not to be laughed at in person.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I don't know why Prince Kang is here. What do you do for me?" the shopkeeper lowered his head and asked.

"What's going on with the storytelling today? Did you arrange it on purpose?" King Kang pointed downstairs with a dark face, "You're not going to stop the quarrel like this? I don't even have a chance to rest. What if? What will you do when you get older? You, the manager, don’t have the consciousness of a generation."

Since ancient times, falling asleep while listening to books has happened frequently. No wonder they ignored it.

Listening to lyrical music, cooking rice and drinking coffee, it is simply a paradise on earth.

The shopkeeper said with a sneer: "The guests like it, but the boss said to take it easy and take a look later."

King Kang frowned: "Go and stop him. This old man is so capable of causing trouble. If this continues, there will probably be a fight."

The shopkeeper stepped back in response.

He came to the ear of the old man on the stage in the lobby on the first floor and whispered a few more words.

King Kang stared closely.

But the old storyteller looked up at King Kang's position in surprise, then hugged the painting tightly and shook his head vigorously.

King Kang frowned: Is this refusal?

He looked at Xi'er.

Xi'er understood and ran away quickly.

Not long after, Xi'er appeared next to the old man.

He leaned close to the old man's ear and said: "Old man, our young master wants to hear your story. Please appease everyone first and ask them to stop, and then you can just talk. Otherwise, I won't be able to hear your story. It's just making trouble. the sound of."

The old man raised his eyes and looked at him without saying a word.

He stretched out his fingers and pressed his middle finger and thumb in a gesture.

Xi'er knowingly stuffed a piece of silver into her hands, leaned over and said, "Young master came out in a hurry and didn't bring enough silver. I'll give you this much for now. If you're not satisfied, you can come to Prince Kang's Mansion to find the prince, or I, Xi'er, can do it."

The old man finally raised his eyes: "Are you Prince Kang's servant?"

Xi'er stood proudly with her chest raised: "Yes, I won't change my name if I want to, but I won't change my surname if I sit down. That's right for Xi'er!"

The old man looked up at the location on the second floor and pointed over: "Which seat?"

Xi'er pointed to it neatly: "Well, here it is. Young Master and I often sit up there and listen to your lectures. You speak really well."

The old man turned his head slightly, then picked up the scroll in his hand, looked at Xi'er and asked, "I want to ask you, young master, whether you want to open the scroll first or announce the matter first?"

The old man is indeed a storyteller and has a loud voice.

Basically everyone heard what he said.

Suddenly everyone started giving him ideas.