Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace

The teahouse was as lively as ever.

The storyteller is full of voice and emotion.

The tea guests gathered around small round tables, listening to books, drinking tea, eating melon seeds and dried fruits, enjoying themselves.

It's just that today's storyteller is not a man, but a clear girl's voice.

The voice is pleasant and lively.

It drew applause from the tea drinkers.

Li Hongyuan glanced casually, and wanted to leave directly.

He didn't like this kind of place, it was too noisy.

But he always felt that the faint voice of a girl telling a story was a bit familiar.

When will teahouses allow women to speak books?

Seeing him stop his horse and meditate, his attendant Su Cheng immediately winked at the attendant next to him.

The attendant jumped off the horse, ran into the teahouse, came back quickly, and said to Su Cheng, "Boss, the storyteller girl... seems to be our princess."

Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, then drove his horse forward, and whispered to Li Hongyuan, "Master, shall we go in and have a seat?"

"When have you ever seen Grandpa go to such a place?"

"It's very lively inside. It is said that the storyteller is a woman, and the stories she tells are very exciting. No one is willing to leave for a pot of tea and a tael of silver."

"A made-up word."

"Although this story is fabricated, it does have something to attract people's attention." Su Cheng said with a smile, "It seems that the thirteenth son of Wenren's family is also in it. Didn't the master say that he has something to look for? It's just right. This subordinate will go right away. Book a quiet table for you."

Li Hongyuan's heart moved slightly.

He had vaguely guessed something.

But some couldn't believe it.

In the end, he couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, jumped off the horse, and walked into the teahouse.

As soon as I entered, there was a burst of applause.

Going around the screen, he saw a girl in a white skirt sitting on the stage, with long hair reaching her hips, and holding a folding fan in her right hand, she was full of energy and eloquent.

It really was her!

Jiang Ning!

The person sitting on the stage and telling the story was actually her.

No wonder the voice always feels familiar.

There are so many teahouses in Chang'an City, and the storytellers are all men. How decent is it for a woman to show her face on stage?

Li Hongyuan glanced coldly, and wanted to turn around and leave, but his feet were disobedient, so he finally sat down at the table.

This area is separated by a screen from the ordinary people next to it.

There are also two tables.

Sitting at one table were the fifth and sixth girls of the Jiang family, and at the other table was Wen Renzong.

Jiang Yuan and Jiang Yan were eating melon seeds, listening to the storytelling, concentrating on it, obviously attracted by the content of the storytelling.

Wen Renzong was wearing a black official uniform, sitting upright, with his hands on his lap, although he was also listening to the book, his face was expressionless. Just like his own character, he is rigorous, upright, observant of etiquette, and regards the Dasheng law as the highest worship.

At this time, he turned his head slightly, and glanced at Jiang Ning on the stage from time to time, but did not stare.

It was rude and out of his nature.

However, Li Hongyuan was a little upset when he saw it.

Jiang Ning, who was on the stage, was beaming with joy as he said: "...The Dalang went out to sell cakes, and Jinlian was left alone in the empty room. Feeling the heat in the room, she got up and opened the window, but unexpectedly, the fork fell down and hit the bottom Passing by someone's head!"

Having said that, she paused for a moment, and asked everyone below with a smile, "Guess who hit the target?"

The people below shouted one after another: "Could it be her official Dalang?"

"No." Jiang Ning shook his head.

"Who is that? Girl, don't be tricky, tell me quickly!"

The tea guests were so itchy and shouted one after another.