Your Highness, has he stopped today?

Da Chu, Cheng'an 23 years.

"It is said that a hundred years ago, the Zhou royal family declined and the feudal lords fought for hegemony. The world formed a situation in which eight countries including Chen, Chu, Qi, Wei, and Song stood side by side. Later, Chen and Chu wiped out the other six countries. Since then, the world has stood side by side... ..."

"This happened hundreds of years ago, change one for another!"

The storyteller coughed twice after being interrupted, and could only change a story: "It is said that more than 20 years ago, the first emperor had not established a heir, and the nine sons of the royal family of Chu took the throne, and then..."

"Stop, stop! This happened 20 years ago, so there's nothing new?"

The storyteller was interrupted twice, Xu Shi felt embarrassed, drank his saliva, and slapped the gavel: "At the beginning of this year, the border between Chen and Chu fought for three full months. The troops led by Chen Guo The general is the world-famous Marquis of Dingyuan, Luchi. This Marquis of Dingyuan has always been invincible, and his reputation has spread from Chen to Chu. But this year, in the battle between Chen and Chu, Dingyuan was finally defeated. It was Xiao Hanxu, the Hussar General who was defeated by our Chu State."

"Hey, I haven't heard of this, tell me quickly!"

The audience who were eating melon seeds in the audience finally heard a fresh story, and they became energetic one after another.

Satisfied, the storyteller continued to shake his fan with eloquence and said, "But this Marquis of Dingyuan of Chen State has always been victorious in every battle. Why did he lose to our Chu State this time? The reason is that Chen State just ascended the throne this year. That little emperor, he is only 20 years old, and he is a cowardly and incompetent person, and there are not a few treacherous officials and eunuchs around him.

The storyteller sighed and shook his head, as if he felt sorry for a generation of famous generals: "If there is no incompetent and incompetent Emperor Chen, how can Marquis Dingyuan lose?"

The people in the audience whispered to each other.Hearing this, a young man in Chinese clothes who was eating melon seeds in the private room on the second floor sneered, changed his posture and crossed his legs, and the look in his phoenix eyes was very disgusting: "This man's storytelling is like farting, my uncle After winning the battle, the Chu army won the fair and aboveboard, but Marquis Dingyuan is not as skilled as others, so why did he put the blame on their emperor?"

Several guards standing beside him looked at their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, but none of them answered.

The storyteller continued: "However, the defeat of the general of the Chen State is a good thing for our Chu State. For hundreds of years, the Chu State has always been inferior to the Chen State. How can we give up this great opportunity?"

The audience below were all the people of Chu State, so they all shouted: "Let them cede the land! Lose money!"

"That's right! Taking advantage of Chen Guo's request for peace, our Majesty of Chu State made a request that Chen Guo must cede six border cities. Because the emperor of Chen Guo is young and has no heirs, he still needs to send the legitimate sons of ten officials above the third rank in the court. The state of Chu is the hostage!"

"Well done! Well done!"

"Among the ten protons, one of them is the son of Lu Chi, Marquis of Dingyuan."

There was another noisy discussion in the audience.

Hearing this, Mr. Huafu raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to look at the guard standing beside him: "Is there such a thing? Is there really a child of Marquis Dingyuan among those ten people?"

The guard had no choice but to respond, so he nodded: "Yes. The list of ten protons was drawn up by His Majesty himself. One of them is indeed the eldest son of Dingyuanhoufu."

Mr. Huafu sneered, reached out and took a handful of melon seeds and continued to knock them.

But the storyteller continued to say: "The eldest son of Marquis Dingyuan is eighteen years old, and he became famous as a young man. He was also a person who followed Lord Marquis on the battlefield. Now because of the incompetent emperor of Chen Guo, Marquis Dingyuan has beaten him. Losing the battle, a generation of famous generals will fall..."

The audience, who were still clamoring to lose money by cede land, now lamented that the famous general failed to choose a good leader, as if if it weren't for the incompetence of the emperor of Chen, Chu would be the loser now.

Mr. Huafu frowned, feeling quite bored, but he heard that the storyteller was still talking, but the audience listening to the book was still applauding loudly. He couldn't take it anymore, and pointed at the storyteller: "Chu Heng, Go and drag that man off the stage for this king, and tell him to shut up."

Chu Heng clasped his sword and bowed: "Your Highness, the Princess has ordered that Your Highness is going to meet the hostages of Chen Guo, and you must not cause trouble on the way."

The young man in Huafu gave him a sideways glance: "Is your master a princess or this king?"

Chu Heng showed shame and lowered his head, but he was still unmoved.

Young Master Huafu turned to a small guard standing on the other side: "Are you going?"

The little guard was called out, and he was very embarrassed. He subconsciously looked at Chu Heng, who was the head guard.

"Forget it, this king can't order you." The young man in Huafu threw away the remaining melon seeds in his hand, "It seems that I can only do it by myself." He raised his eyelids and stretched out his hand to the little guard, "This king's What about the crossbow?"

The little guard was obviously young, and looked ignorant as if he didn't know what the master was going to do, so he could only silently bow and offer a long crossbow.

Before Chu Heng could stop it, the young man in Huafu held the crossbow and pressed the mechanism without aiming at it. The feathered arrow flew out, passed through the folding fan in the storyteller's hand, and nailed it to the wall.

"Who! Who doesn't have eyes!" The storyteller was frightened half to death by the arrow, and hid under the table tremblingly while shouting. The audience under the stage was frightened, and rushed out of the restaurant like frightened birds.

Mr. Huafu stood up, looked down at the storyteller, and played with the crossbow in his hand, playing with taste: "Dingyuan Hou lost the battle because his strategy is not as good as my uncle, next time you dare to talk nonsense, don't blame Ben The king's arrows have no eyes."

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at the guards beside him: "Let's go."

Mr. Huafu went downstairs and walked away, a group of guards followed, only Chu Heng walked up to the storytelling table, put a silver coin on the table, and bowed: "I'm really sorry, my highness is young and ignorant, disturbed Sir." Then he turned and left.

The boy from the restaurant rushed over to help the storyteller under the table: "Sir, are you okay?"

The storyteller tremblingly picked up the ingot of silver, his face was very painful: "The man said that Marquis Ding Yuan is not as good as his uncle, so could it be that his uncle is... Xiao Hanxu, the Hussar General?"

The boy didn't understand, he rubbed his head: "Then who is this person?"

The storyteller hugged Yinzi, his face seemed to be about to cry: "This person is His Royal Highness Shi Yunjing, the sixth prince!"

With the help of the servant, he stood up, looked at the direction Shi Yunjing left, and was very disgusted: "I'm already sixteen, and I'm still young and ignorant! I've ruined my life, how can I read in the future... Sigh... ..."

Although the boy is not as knowledgeable as the gentleman, who even knows the age of the Sixth Highness, he at least knows the silver: "Sir, this ingot of silver is five taels, let's say half a month's books can't earn so much... ..."

Only then did the gentleman start to size up the money, the pained expression on his face disappeared, and he said belatedly: "Oh, yes..."

[The author has something to say: 1v1 drama he, the style of writing is relatively relaxed, two-thirds of the full text of the manuscript has been saved, and there will be no pitfalls on stable days, so don't worry about jumping into pits.Thank you for your support. 】