Fast Transmigration: The villain is pampered and flirtatious

After the glutinous rice balls sat down.

The old man in a green shirt, stroking his white beard, walked from behind the scenes to the stage.

Mr. Storyteller came out, and there was a round of applause from below.

Meng Jiao also followed the crowd and slapped the crowd with the folding fan in her hand.

"Old man, what exciting story are you telling today?" Someone from the audience booed and asked.

Then someone echoed, "Yeah, stop being the old routine of idiots complaining about women, we're all tired of hearing it."

"I'm tired of hearing that too."

"Me too."

……

More and more people followed suit.

The surroundings of the teahouse are almost full of people, basically middle-aged and elderly people who love to join in the fun.

There are also women who love to gossip.

Seeing the popularity of this storyteller, crowds of people cheered him on.

want to come.

He is also a capable person.

The old man in blue unhurriedly poured himself a cup of tea, covered it with his wide sleeves, raised his head and took a few sips before putting down the cup.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, when has the old man not satisfied the big guys?"

As soon as the old man spoke, it was as if he had magical powers, and the audience fell silent.

"Okay, the old rules, the old man tells the book, don't let people who don't understand the rules disturb you, otherwise you have to ask yourself out of the teahouse."

Seeing them quiet, the old man said an opening remark.

Judging by his sophisticated appearance, he should have said it countless times.

"Small……"

"cough."

"Son."

"Ah."

The glutinous rice balls almost revealed Meng Jiao's real gender, Meng Jiao quickly lost her eyes, and she changed her name knowingly.

"The story is about to begin, listen to the book carefully and don't talk." Meng Jiao held up the teacup, looked at the glutinous rice balls and said something.

Teahouses are no better than restaurants.

People are more chaotic here.

There are too many people talking, so if you talk less, you will not make mistakes.

Tangyuan lowered her head, "Yes."

"Today, I'm going to tell you about the strange things that happened in our holy pilgrimage recently. I think everyone has heard some rumors." The storyteller threw out a paragraph.

Someone in the know began to whisper.

"I guess the old man should be talking about our prime minister, Xie Huaijin."

A man at the table behind Meng Jiao spoke first.

When he said the name of the villain, he deliberately lowered his voice.

But because Meng Jiao was relatively close to his table, and she was more sensitive to Xie Huaijin's name, she heard it.

A man at the same table said: "Brother Wang, you dare to mention Prime Minister Xie's name, do you want to die?"

He also lowered his voice.

"What are you afraid of? Could it be that Prime Minister Xie, who manages so many things every day, still has the time to come to the teahouse to listen to books?" The man shrugged, disapproving.

"Be careful when sailing for ten thousand years, what your ancestors said is always right." The man at the same table still reminded: "Prime Minister Xie's change this time is a bit abnormal, although what he is doing now is indeed for the benefit of the people, But the fact that he has allowed his subordinates to bully the people for so many years is also vivid. The people are confused and can't tell which one is the real him?"

"Brother, this matter has nothing to do with us. We are neither the poor people nor the bureaucrats who deal with Prime Minister Xie. We shouldn't worry about things, just ignore them."

Tang Yuan also heard the conversation between the two men at the back table, and he glanced at the table with contempt.

He muttered in a low voice, "A dandy with a life of wine and food, dare to talk about the prime minister behind his back, and don't see if he is qualified enough."

Meng Jiao heard her mumbling to herself, and said with a smile, "Tang Yuan, you are really loyal to protect the Lord."