The Cannon Fodder of Fast Transmigration Becomes the Villain

Chapter 301 Soul Swap 11
Gan Teng really doesn't draft his words, and he is very good at making nonsense, talking nonsense.

Qin Yuan is not as good as him in this move.

And his skin is thick enough, if the royal family loses face, at least half of it is due to him, and the other half is probably also because of him.

"It's a great honor for Wei to make friends with the Nineteenth Prince."

Qin Yuan maintained that plain appearance, and was not nervous because the prince was sitting in front of him.

"Just now in the teahouse, I saw Brother Wei not interested in listening to the story. Is it because the story is not good?"

"Wei heard that the stories told by the storyteller in the teahouse were very exciting, and only after he went in and listened to them did he realize that it was nothing more than that."

"Oh? Could it be that Brother Wei has heard more interesting stories?"

"nature."

Gan Teng likes to listen to stories to pass the time on weekdays, but now listening to Qin Yuan's words, his original three-point interest has become seven-point.

Qin Yuan chose a story to start talking about, the story of Monkey King.

Gan Teng was fascinated after listening to it. This story is much more exciting than the storyteller in the teahouse.

"What about the back?"

When talking about Sun Wukong making a big disturbance in Yunxiao Palace, Qin Yuan stopped, and she stopped to take a sip of water.

"The story is still very long, and the food is getting cold, why don't we eat first?"

Gan Teng couldn't react well enough to continue to let her talk, so he picked up the chopsticks he was holding in his hand again.

"If the prince is interested, how about I write the story into a script and send it to the mansion?"

Qin Yuan added a sentence, and the dry expression recovered a bit.

"That's a good feeling!"

Gan Teng became a little interested, and joy was evident on his face: "Is there any wine? Go, find the waiter and get a pot of wine!"

He glanced at the table and there was no flagon, so he turned his head and gave instructions to the two door gods at the door.

One of the two guards hurried down to get the wine, and brought it in with a wine jug in a short while.

Gan Teng held the cup and wanted to pour it for Qin Yuan, but the latter hurriedly stopped him: "Wei is not in good health and never drinks."

"That would be a pity."

Gan Teng could only pour himself a drink.

The conversation at the dinner table was quite harmonious, and they all said some irrelevant things.

Later, Qian Teng also knew Qin Yuan's identity, so he asked out of curiosity without any concealment: "Isn't the little Marquis of Wei sick and weak and never going out?"

"I've been feeling better lately."

Gan Teng took a closer look, it was obviously better, and he didn't know where he got the good medicine.

Everyone in the imperial city knew that the young master of Dingpinghou's mansion was a sick man who might die at any time. In order to treat his illness, they didn't know how much medicinal materials and prescriptions were spent.

Aside from other things today, the two of them get along quite well, mainly because their personalities are more casual.

After lunch, Qin Yuan went back to Hou Mansion, but Madam Wei was still worried when she didn't come back for lunch, so Madam Wei came over as soon as she went back.

After asking a lot of questions, he left again.

The Hou Mansion's large family business is all supported by her, and Mrs. Wei is usually quite busy.

But now that her son is in good health, she can relax a bit.

Qin Yuan went to the study room and promised to write the script for Gan Teng, so of course he had to do it.

So now she is going to start writing Journey to the West. She remembers the story of Journey to the West very clearly, but it is definitely not as good as the original text, but she is a very qualified porter.

Writing one chapter a day is enough to get addicted to it, and Qin Yuan's control is particularly good when the chapters are broken.

As an old man, Gan Teng, the old emperor was the most soft-hearted at that time, fearing that his younger son would not grow up smoothly, so he should give him more protection.

So it looks like Qian Teng has no threat to the throne, but in fact he also controls his own power, but he hides it well.

But if you want to confirm whether he can be the emperor, you have to continue to contact him to see if he is a qualified ally.

After going to the palace to deliver the story book, Qin Yuan passed by a shop selling fans and walked in.

The weather is too hot, and she wants to choose a suitable fan.

When Wei Qi'an was weak, he couldn't blow the wind, so there would be no fan.

The shopkeeper was very enthusiastic. Qin Yuan took a few looks at it and held it in his hands, but he was not very satisfied. Finally, he raised his eyes and stared at a fan with black border and black surface sprinkled with gold and painted with red plums hanging in the corner.

"That one is good, take it off and show me."

"Then show me the black one."

Qin Yuan's voice came out first, followed by a male voice, the shopkeeper looked towards him, and there was a fan in the corner, which was now taken by two customers.

The most fearful thing in doing business is encountering this kind of thing. For a while, he felt a little troubled. Seeing that the two young masters are people of extraordinary status, it is better not to have any accidents.

"Are you deaf, didn't you hear my young master's words!" The male voice behind was a little angry.

The shopkeeper hurriedly took off the fan, and whoever he gave it to must be the customer he liked first, but the one behind him obviously had a bad temper.

"It's this one, it's really good."

When the shopkeeper was struggling, Qin Yuan had already reached out to take the fan into his hand and began to admire it.

The man behind saw that someone was robbing him, and his face collapsed immediately: "You dare to snatch what this young master likes, you are quite courageous!"

Qin Yuan didn't pay attention to his voice, and continued to play with the fan. The bones of the fan felt very good, and there was a faint fragrance after sniffing. The red plums painted on the fan were also very realistic.

"Boss, how much is this fan?"

"20 taels."

The shopkeeper immediately replied that he just wanted to do business well, and he didn't want the store to suffer. He couldn't afford to mess with these young masters.

"Afu."

As soon as Qin Yuan yelled, Ah Fu who was next to him went to pay immediately.

The anger of countless men in the back erupted at once, and he wanted to go up to grab the fan on the spot. What he couldn't get would be destroyed.

Ah Shun reacted very quickly, he was originally the bodyguard protecting Wei Qi'an, so it was naturally impossible to see the young master being hurt in front of him.

The man was overturned and took several steps back before he staggered and stood still. The servant next to him hurried up to support him.

"Wow, you rascals dare to attack me, do you know who I am?"

Qin Yuan waved his folding fan to fan the wind lightly, his eyes fell on the man, and his tone was light: "Maybe you are a prince?"

"You... are bold, how dare you disrespect the prince..."

Qin Yuan chuckled a few times: "You also know that comparing you with the prince is disrespectful to the prince!"

"The current eighth prince is my cousin, how can you allow yourself to be presumptuous here!"

"The eighth prince? Then you are the son of the Liu family?"

It was the Liu family who bullied others by relying on the fact that there was a noble concubine in the family. I remember that there was a person who rode horses in the street before, and it should be this arrogant son.

(End of this chapter)