I'm really not a flower picker! gl

The north corner of the city is bustling and bustling. There are people everywhere in the bustling streets who start their business from dawn to dusk. Some sell steamed buns and some sell wontons. They are very diligent in attracting customers.

There was only one peddler carrying a wooden stake of candied haws, who slacked his head into the teahouse, listening to the story told by the storyteller inside, and nodded with relish.

I only heard that Mr. Shu folded a fan and opened it with a snap. On the fan was written: "Long Lang Qian Kun!"

Four characters.

He began to tell the most exciting part of the story: "Oh, let's say that three months ago, that unknown thief was still unknown, even if the police in the Yamen looked down on the thief who offered a reward, but within the last month, He did something embarrassing."

"When you talk about a thief, all the guest officials present here know this thief! They are divided into three, six, and nine grades. There are righteous thieves, bandits, and thieves."

"But there is only one kind of thief who is beaten by everyone, like a mouse crossing the street. Can the guest officials know what kind of thief it is?"

Soon there was a big man who was famous for drinking tea, and suddenly he slapped the table angrily and shouted: "Drink! Of course he is a flower picker! Such a thief, even his peers, disdain to be with this person, and even despise him."

The storyteller stroked his three-inch black beard and nodded in agreement: "This judge is right! The flower picker has been the most criticized thief since ancient times. Today, Mr. Ben will talk about the evil deeds of this flower picker. "

"It is said that this flower picker is a big man with a beard. On a dark and windy night of the same month, he got into the backyard of the Yamen and stole the apron of Mrs. Liu San, the county lord."

"Then stole the personal belongings of Zhao Shilang's daughter, and finally went to General Yang's mansion in a blatant manner. This is good, General Yang is famous for his martial arts skills, and he has made great contributions to the court. Tired."

"But his daughter was still treated lightly by the flower picker that night."

"I heard that the young lady still has the imprint left by the flower picker on her face."

"For this reason, Ms. Yang's reputation has been damaged, and she wanted to jump into the well, but thanks to Ms. Yang's cousin who stopped her, otherwise, Ms. Yang would have passed away long ago."

"Since then, the three adults have joined the General Yamen, and the General Yamen has three days to catch that prostitute."

The others were full of indignation when they heard this, among them a man dressed as a scholar stood up elegantly and said: "The flower picker escaped from General Yang's mansion unscathed, and I heard that the flower picker hid directly in the study. "

"Even though he was surrounded by General Yang, when the general finally broke into the study to find someone, he found that the flower picker seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"The reason for such a strange thing has not been solved so far. I think this case is not easy for the Yamen to handle?"

"Eh, this young master seems to know the inside story." The storyteller suddenly nodded and said: "But young master, you have to listen to the old man first, there is another person who is the main character in this matter.

"Another person?" the scholar asked suspiciously.

The storyteller's eyes flashed brightly, and he said immediately: "My lord, you have heard that on the first day of the Great Jin Kingdom, there was a famous person under the Chief Catcher's office..."

The scholar was suddenly a little puzzled, he remembered that there was such a character.

But he studied hard in the cold window, except for the flower picker who made a lot of noise recently, he seldom gets in touch with current affairs.

The storyteller said in the most resonant voice: "This woman is praised by the imperial court as the number one goddess in the world, and she is also known as the "North and North God's Head".

"The headhunter is..."

"Single god catcher!!!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone immediately exclaimed: "That's not the god arrester who has solved the 30-year headless murder case!"

"It seems that the flower picker will finally fall into the hands of the North and South Shenan, which is very satisfying."

"That's not true. I heard that Ms. Shan is also known as the Goddess of the North and the South. The case in her hands, even if it is a hard-to-solve case for a century, can be resolved within three days."

Mr. Storyteller snapped away the folding fan again, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, then gently put it down.He glanced at the people around him, and said with a smile: "So what's the next step? We only need to wait for the female arrester of the North-North God Case to take action and bring this adulterer to justice. Let's continue, everyone!"

As he spoke, he took the case and photographed it, and the storytelling ended here.

After a while, more than half of the people listening to books in the teahouse dispersed.The peddler squatting in the corner was also ready to stand up and continue selling his candied haws.

As soon as he turned around, his ears were lifted up.

The person who came was a handsome young man with delicate features, and he held the peddler by the ear, making the peddler howl in pain: "Brother Lin, be gentle, I won't dare to be lazy next time."

The handsome face of the younger generation known as Brother Lin was not angry.

Instead, he stared at the teahouse, and twitched his lips and said, "Er Niu, you only know how to listen to books all day long, but you know that candied haws are not sold that day, and the taste will be gone the next day. It's summer, but the sugar coating will melt. , then even the cost will not be recovered.”

Speaking of candied haws, the peddler raised his head proudly: "Brother Lin, our candied haws are different from other vendors, otherwise I wouldn't dare not sell them."

"Yes, yes, come back after you sell it! Otherwise, I will sue the aunt, and you will be lazy again." Brother Lin hurriedly let go of the peddler after saying a few words.

When she turned around, she saw a group of arresters hurrying towards the city gate with knives on their waists.

Can't help but turn his head guiltily.

And this person is the flower picker in the storyteller's mouth.

Her real name is Lin Ruo.

As everyone knows, she is a time traveler...

The author has something to say: Xinwen Xinwen I hope everyone will like it.

Liulicao: Lin Ruo, you are probably the biggest stain on so many traversers.

Lin Ruo: Convex(艹盘艹) grass... Nima, who hurt me#$%^$##^%^$$%%^%$