The little emperor I supported suddenly changed to fishing

"Mr. Sun is coming to read!"

"Mr. Sun, the secret history of the court that you talked about last time, I really can't get enough of it. I have been waiting for you in this teahouse for three days, and today I am looking forward to you!"

Before the guests present could ask the two of them to argue, the voice of the guest at the door came into his ears.

"Mr. Sun is telling a story! Neighbors and folks, come here!" A burly man with a beard and a beard yelled loudly towards the outside of the teahouse.

His voice was as loud as thunder, and the tiger roared. The neighbors passing by on the street did not buy any food or kill chickens. They poured into this small teahouse. Once there were too many people, there was no order. Squeeze left and right.

Although Zhu Zhaoyan sat on the stool and kept his posture upright, his heart almost collapsed from being tortured by the thumping chickens and ducks next to him. He held back his anger and stared out several knives trying to get close to his dragon body.

"Cough cough." There was a deliberate light cough sound, and the crowded neighbors divided into two groups, and subconsciously made room for a narrow aisle for the man who hadn't heard the sound.

I saw a man dressed in gray and white linen, wearing a scarf, and dressed as a scholar came in from outside the teahouse. Like the spring breeze, he has a comfortable and intimate temperament all over his body.

He was holding a paper fan with two large characters "Duozhu" written on the fan.

Calligraphy stands alone, flying in shock, but has a gentlemanly demeanor and smells like a jade. The two styles are at odds, giving people a desire to find out what kind of person he is.

Song Shixuan closed the paper fan, tapped the palm of his hand a few times, and walked into the teahouse with a graceful pace.

Song Shixuan was admired by all the stars, walked to his usual storytelling table and sat down, his eyes fell from the neighbors who used to listen to his stories to the table next to him, and he looked up and down the extraordinary figure. The two of them seemed to have deep meaning in their eyes.

He shook the paper fan with his hand, fanned it a few times, picked up Xingmu and patted the table and said.

"The last book said that the secret history of the Daming Palace, Wang Zheng, the great eunuch of the Xichang troll, and a person from the Yao land, was captured by our Ming army when he was six years old or a child. The men were sent to the army and the women were prostitutes, because of his strange appearance. Being led by the army and sent to the palace, he first served Concubine Wan Gui and then became His Majesty's servant, and since then he has started his career as a eunuch!"

As soon as the words came out, Jiao'er was still himself, Wang Wanyi subconsciously looked towards Song Shixuan, and became interested.

He picked up the plate of Layuan rice cakes on the table with great interest, and listened to Mr. Sun's next words.

"Although this Wang Zheng is clever and clever, he is full of ambitions. He has two faces and two faces. He nods and bows like a dog to those in power, and he is like a jackal and leopard to the weak. The face is full of peach blossoms, enjoying boundless pampering."

His voice is loud, full of spirit, and his gestures are wild and uninhibited.

Wang Wanyi was amused. He smiled and twisted a piece of rice cake with silk and broke it in half. He ate the whole pancake, and then looked at Zhu Zhaoyan beside him.

"Mr. Sun, isn't this great eunuch so handsome that he won the favor of Concubine Wan Gui?"

An aunt carrying a vegetable basket among the audience asked suddenly.

"This lady carrying the basket, that's a good question!"

Song Shixuan tapped the fan on the table again, his eyes brightened, and he continued. "This Wang Zheng's appearance is not only not handsome, but extremely ugly! Not to mention the green face and long fangs, his face is hideous, ferocious and terrifying. If he eats a human head, it's a mouthful! His eyes are round and violent, and he's so talented. It’s about getting up early and spraying fire and getting up late to spray water.”

Song Shixuan took a sip from his teacup, then put it down again with a snap. Just as he was about to continue talking, the boy on the opposite table asked him curiously.

"How can there be such an ugly person in this world, sir, and I have never seen Wang Zheng, the master of Xichang, but what I heard from him, he looks like that hellish ghost, a strange monster."

The young man who spoke was dressed in a black ink brocade suit, with dark patterns embroidered on the glossy cloud satin, and a western pocket watch tied on the buckle. His black hair was combed into a bun, his lips were red and his teeth were white and male and female, and his pair of fox eyes were self-styled. , but this temperament is inexplicably a bit cold.

"Appearance is just skin, but if the heart is vicious, wouldn't it be ugly and hideous?" He smiled and pointed the fan in his hand at Wang Wanyi.

"What's the difference between this murder of loyal court officials, corruption and bribery, and the demons and ghosts who cannibalize people and drink blood?"

Wang Wan didn't seem to be angry or happy on the surface, but the fingers in this hand were getting faster and faster.

"Sir, aren't you afraid that Wang Zheng will arrest you to the West Police Department and charge you with deceitful words?"

"I also heard about this Xichang Prison, but they have developed a new method of torture."

While talking, Wang Wanyi picked another one with five o'clock. If you look carefully, there are five rice cakes in total, four of which are four o'clock red yeast rice, and only one is five o'clock.

After breaking it apart, Wang Wanyi didn't take another bite, but took back the silk in her hand.

These rumors and gossips are just for talking after dinner, he has heard all the uglier ones in the palace, and he has seen all the most despicable ones.

"How can such a dignified person as Mr. Wang care about such a powerless storyteller as Shixuan?" Song Shixuan flipped his fan over, grabbing the bamboo shoots from the front, with four large characters on the back, "serve the country with loyalty".

"I really think that Mr. Sun's words are somewhat insightful." Zhu Zhaoyan said suddenly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and for the first time, his dark eyes were bright.

"The appearance Mr. Sun said is exactly the same as Wanyi you."

He put his face close to Wang Wanyi's ear and whispered, the hot air was blowing on Wang Wanyi's face, and there was a slight laugh at the end of the words, which sounded inexplicably pleasant.

After finishing speaking, Zhu Zhaoyan took out a silver ingot from the money bag in a happy mood, and he put it on the table as a reward with satisfaction.

Somehow, this ability to speak was on par with this eunuch Wang Zheng, and the corners of his mouth that he felt so comfortable in his heart couldn't get away.

"Speaking of the eunuch Wang Zheng, there are still some deep palace scandals behind it!" Song Shixuan blinked pretending to be mysterious, and even lowered his voice.

"This majesty favors eunuchs, sleeps with this Wang Zheng every night, does the concubine's business, steals peaches and cultivates land, secretly passes through the soul door, and receives the holy dew of Long En."

"Mr. Sun, isn't this Eunuch Wang an eunuch? How can this bed be useful without something?" The vegetable basket aunt asked puzzled.

"How can we describe this boundless and joyous thing with only one hearty word? Without this evil root, how can we use other things? Auntie, the pattern is too small!"

The handle of the fan slapped on the table, Song Shixuan stretched out two fingers, tapped twice, and continued.

"You're full of nonsense, don't listen!" Zhu Zhaoyan's face darkened, and he got up to leave, but he had just taken two steps, and when he stopped, he took another step back, and stretched out his hand to take back the silver ingot on the table.

"Who tied two green and red lines to the waist of the sky with clouds and rain.

The Jade Emperor came out last night, and a colorful bridge was erected in the sky thousands of miles away.

The two distinguished guests walk slowly. "

Song Shixuan looked at the backs of the two leaving, waved a paper fan and smiled.

Zhu Zhaoyan paused when he was about to go out, but the next moment, he walked out of the teahouse again.

"Mr. Sun is really interesting." Walking in the market, Wang Wanyi covered her smile with her sleeves.

"Why do you say that?" Zhu Zhaoyan raised an eyebrow and asked him.

"Is the young master going to take the Wanyi test?"

While talking, the two stopped at a booth selling jewelry. There were exquisite hairpin accessories on this booth.

"The two gentlemen want to buy jewelry for the girl they like?" The owner of the stall is a fat and kind-hearted lady, she said to Wang Wanyi and Zhu Zhaoyan enthusiastically.

"What I sell here is the most popular style in Yanjing. There are jade, silver, and wooden ones. Girls now like to wear plain and elegant silver hairpins and white jade hairpins carved with orchids. My son bought them back. Give it to my wife, she will be happy."

Wang Wanyi glanced at the trays with red cloth bottoms. He actually prefers those made of pure gold. If they can be decorated with agate and emeralds, that would be the icing on the cake. The more gorgeous the more he likes it.

He casually picked up a silver hairpin and looked at it. The hairpin was carved in silver with a round head and was exquisitely crafted.

"Mr. Sun's last poem is Yong Hongni's private interview with Taizu's grandfather. He must have known the identity of the young master, and he can still speak boldly in front of you and me. If it's not interesting, what is it?"

After he finished speaking, he compared the silver hairpin to Zhu Zhaoyan's bun, and said like a dog. "Isn't the young master going to give you the Wanyi hairpin? This is it!"

Don't let him use gold, say he is vulgar, Zhu Zhaoyan is the emperor's decision, if you don't use it, don't use it, then give up gold and ask for silver.

"This guest officer has a really good eye. This is the best hairpin on sale right now."

When doing business, one has to observe one's words and demeanor. This young man, who is slightly shorter, looks very iconic. He looks like a boy or a girl. He is as handsome as a little fairy who descended from the sky.

The jewelry seller finished looking at the boy in black in front of her, and then at the noble boy in dark green robe next to him. The two guest officials looked like they came from a wealthy family.

Coupled with the conversation between the two just now and the small eyes they looked at each other, the aunt immediately understood that this is probably the young master of some family who brought his wife out to play in disguise.

"My lord, you can see how much your little lady likes this silver hairpin! Your little lady is pretty, and she will definitely look even more beautiful wearing this hairpin!"

Adhering to the way of doing business, the aunt stepped in and continued enthusiastically to Zhu Zhaoyan.

"Master, hurry up and put it on for your wife. This red thread is knotted, and you will grow old together. The aunt's hometown has a lottery. If you give the hairpin as a gift, it will be a fate that will never be undone."

"Pfft." Wang Wanyi was amused by the aunt's words again, and looked at Zhu Zhaoyan beside him with ambiguous eyes, and suddenly became ill-intentioned. He held the hairpin and raised his hand, intending to pass it to Zhu Zhaoyan. Zhao Yan's hand.

"My husband." In his eyes, spring flowers and autumn moon seemed to be full of love like water, his cheeks were dyed red, and all kinds of amorous feelings lingered on the brows. "Come and insert Wanyi."