Jun Jiuling

The teahouse was quiet, only the storyteller was still dancing.

"...This is a supreme honor and a match made in heaven... This is His Majesty's regard for Lu Qianhu, this is the great grace of the emperor..."

The trembling voice echoed in the teahouse.

It's really fatal, when did the storyteller in Yangcheng become so bold, he dared to talk about Jin Yiwei in the street.

It was about Lu Qianhu, the famous devil in the capital.

After a while of silence in the teahouse, messy tables and chairs moved and footsteps sounded immediately, and people who were sitting drinking tea and laughing ran out one after another.

But the storyteller on the stage didn't seem to have seen this scene, and was still talking enthusiastically with his fan.

Seeing people rushing over, Miss Jun still stood motionless at the door.

Are you scared too?

Who would have thought that there would be a lunatic storyteller in this teahouse.

Fang Yuxiu reached out and grabbed Miss Jun, intending to lead her back, but there was nothing. Miss Jun not only did not retreat, but walked inward.

What is she doing!

Fang Yuxiu almost yelled out in a hurry, but the people in the teahouse had already rushed over and stopped her from grabbing Miss Jun.

Didn't this guy come in to listen to the excitement in the capital?

Even if you want to listen to the liveliness of the capital, you can still count what kind of excitement it is.

Now sitting at home, no one talks about Jinyiwei. Jinyiwei is everywhere. You said today that they will come to your door tomorrow, and now they are talking in front of the public. I don’t know how many Jinyiwei are hiding in the street. They will rush over later Well, the storyteller is not the only one who is unlucky, all those present have to sit down.

Fang Yuxiu liked to hear that Miss Jun was arrested by Lian Zuo and disappeared from the Fang family, but who made Miss Jun and the Fang family relatives.

Fang Yuxiu raised her foot to chase after her, but stopped again.

Relatives, relatives will be implicated without any need. Miss Jun has a bad reputation, and there are many people waiting to step on her.

Isn't there a saying called feeding a tiger with a broken wrist?

If you can drop Jun Zhenzhen by paying a little price, it will be worth it.

Fang Yuxiu clenched her hands as she watched the girl who looked increasingly petite and thin among the people running around.

never mind.

She rushed in with her feet up.

"Hurry up, hurry up, this kind of excitement is unacceptable." She grabbed Miss Jun and said anxiously.

"We can't go now," Miss Jun said.

Why?

Fang Yuxiu asked in her heart, but she didn't ask, because the scene became quiet, and at some point on the second floor appeared more than a dozen men in black cloaks, with swords hanging from their waists, with gloomy expressions.

The eyes of these people swept across the hall, and the chaotic crowd was frozen again in an instant.

Jin Yiwei.

The Jinyiwei people are indeed here.

Fang Yuxiu couldn't help but clenched Miss Jun's hand tightly, only to find that she was being taken by Dali.

It turned out that Miss Jun walked forward again.

Among the stagnant crowd, the girl's elegant demeanor was particularly eye-catching. Fang Yuxiu was already stiff, and being dragged along, she felt the eyes of the Jinyiwei guards above her head.

That gaze was as gloomy and cold as their clothes, the knives on their waists, and their expressions.

In their eyes, apart from the emperor and their superiors, other people are not considered individuals even if they are the prime ministers of the dynasty.

The storyteller's voice continued, but Fang Yuxiu couldn't hear a word until a soft female voice sounded beside her ear.

"Which princess does Mr. Lu admire?"

Fang Yuxiu raised her head, looked at Miss Jun standing in front of a table, and looked at the storyteller on the stage with some curiosity.

crazy…

Fang Yuxiu looked numb, not knowing what to do.

Mr. Storyteller didn't seem to expect someone to ask, and was stunned for a moment when he was interrupted.

There was a rustling sound upstairs, it was someone knocking on the railing with a knife.

"That's right, which princess is Mr. Lu admiring?" The man asked in a thick voice, "Since everyone asks, why do you want to tell, Mr. Lu has such a big happy event, and the public really wants to know."

People really want to know?

Everyone present was startled.

So, the storyteller was ordered to tell this story? Not crazy?

"Isn't it?" The gloomy voice on the second floor continued, "Don't you all want to hear it? Aren't you running out in such a hurry to tell your relatives and friends the news?"

The stagnant crowd suddenly became chaotic again.

This time, instead of rushing to run out, they rushed back.

"Yes, yes, please make it clear, otherwise we can't hear clearly, and we can't tell our relatives and friends the good news." There were still people flattering and fawning.

Fang Yuxiu avoided being hit and staggered because Miss Jun had already pulled her to sit down.

So that's what it means to be unable to leave now.

It's just strange, if the storyteller didn't allow it, how could he talk about Lu Qianhu of Jinyiwei in public? Since he was speaking, he must have been instructed, and there must be someone from Jinyiwei here.

Everyone ran away when they heard about the storyteller Lu Qianhu, Jin Yiwei must be unhappy about this.

Fang Yuxiu wasn't sure if the person who ran away just now would have a good death tomorrow, but he was sure that Miss Jun, who hadn't run away just now and walked in to ask about it, would be fine.

Fang Yuxiu only felt sweat on his palms, feeling the viper-like sights of the brocade guards on the second floor scanning the hall, pretending to be listening honestly, but in fact, he couldn't listen to what the storyteller said at all.

It doesn't matter whether the six thousand households or the seven thousand households, whether they get married or lose their wives, it's none of her business.

She couldn't help but glance at Miss Jun beside her.

Miss Jun looked at the stage intently.

"Which princess is Shang?" She asked again, raising her voice in order to cover the noise in the teahouse.

Is she really curious? Or is it deliberately flattering? Is she stupid or smart?

Fang Yuxiu couldn't help thinking.

After Miss Jun's voice, the others hurriedly followed suit. There are still many people who are willing to do flattery.

After these inquiries in twos and threes, the daily atmosphere of storytelling and listening to books was restored in the hall.

Some satisfaction appeared in the eyes of the brocade guards on the second floor, and several of them lingered on Miss Jun for a moment.

The storyteller over there has recovered his senses, and when he heard the question, he played a few tricks of the storyteller, trying to catch him for a moment before he slapped his fan.

"If you want to talk about this princess, it is none other than Princess Jiuli who was conferred by the late emperor."

As soon as this remark came out, some people who listened to the book applauded, but most of them were surprised and silent.

Princess Jiuli.

"...Speaking of this Princess Jiuli, I have to talk about her title. At that time, the Ministry of War was ordered to cast recruit armor, but it was still not possible. At the moment when Princess Jiuli was born, the armor was completed, and the first emperor was overjoyed. Li, who masters the witch skills of weapons, so this is a good omen brought by this little princess, so she was named Jiuli."

So there was this allusion. Fang Yuxiu was a little girl after all, so she couldn't help listening to it, and subconsciously glanced at Miss Jun.

Miss Jun's expression was calm, but she seemed to be distracted, because her hand actually picked up the teacup on the table.

I ran chaotically before, but now I am chaotic again when I come back. Everyone’s sitting positions are messed up. This teacup was obviously used by someone else before.

How did she pick it up and use it?

So in the end, I was actually afraid.

Fang Yuxiu reached out to hold her hand.

Miss Jun looked at her, her deep eyes fixed, and she let go of her hand.

Sure enough, he lost his composure.

Fang Yuxiu also retracted her hands and sat upright.

"Is this Princess Jiuli the daughter of His Majesty today?" She asked casually in a low voice.

Miss Jun shook her head.

"No," she said.

She knew that Fang Yuxiu just wanted to change the subject, but she didn't expect her to answer, but it's not surprising, the favorite thing for these officials' ladies to do together is to talk about people's right and wrong and dislike the poor and love the rich.

Those royal relatives, princesses and princesses must be very precious.

"Whose is that? The late emperor's?" Fang Yuxiu asked casually.

Miss Jun looked up at Mr. Storyteller.

"No." She said, "It's the daughter of His Royal Highness the former Crown Prince, the eldest sister of King Huai."

His Royal Highness? First Your Highness the Crown Prince!

Fang Yuxiu was taken aback, no wonder the people in the hall looked weird.

It turned out to be the daughter of the dead prince and princess, and the storyteller on the stage was also saying this sentence.

"...Besides that, Princess Jiuli has another identity. Can you guys guess what it is?"

It's a pity that no one can sing with him this time, and there is a strange silence in the hall.

"That's right, everyone has guessed that Lu Qianhu also belonged to Princess Shang before, so Princess Jiuli is naturally Lu Qianhu's wife and sister."

Fortunately, it's not that Mr. Storyteller has never seen a cold scene, so he smiled and turned the scene back.

"The princess who died of illness was titled Jiuling, and she was Princess Jiuli's direct younger sister."

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