"No matter how powerful General Ran is, what's the use? Now it's not just for the sake of comfort that he has surrendered to the princess, even the military power has been handed over."

It was quiet for a moment, and even the old man with a white beard who was telling the story on the stage stopped for a moment and coughed twice before continuing.

But the people in the audience were already stirred up by these words.

Someone else laughed and said: "If the general turns into a prince-in-law, Gao Xi will have no chance."

"Hey, you don't talk nonsense. Now Gao Xi and Zhou Rao are friendly countries and there is no war. It is not normal for a general to go back and marry a wife."

"It's not good to marry anyone, but you have to marry a princess? Are you greedy for wealth or beauty?" At that time, the state system of Gaoxi State was that if a man married a princess, he could no longer hold important positions in the court.

"The Ran family is a big family. They have plenty of money. Since the general went to the battlefield, he has won countless battles. His majesty's rewards are endless. How can the general be short of money?"

"If you're not short of money, you're just greedy. I heard that the princess was accidentally injured when she was out for fun, and was rescued by General Ran. The princess looked like a fairy, and the two fell in love at first sight. Your Majesty made this good marriage happen."

Xie Yingren said nonsense.

General Ran obviously fell in love with the fifth uncle at first sight. No one in Jingshan knew that General Ran loved the fifth uncle the most.

He was so angry that he wanted to stand up and defend General Ran, but Shaotang held him down. With a dark face, she continued to listen to the sarcastic remarks.

"Alas, heroes have always been saddened by beauties since ancient times. General Ran's lust makes him faint."

"Bah, what kind of hero is Ran Wen? He abandons the life and death of the people for the sake of beauty. He does not deserve to be a hero. He is more like a bear."

Ran Shaotang suppressed her anger and her face became increasingly ugly. The mung bean cake on the table had been crushed into dregs under her palms.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the shopkeeper wiped his sweat and ran out to interrupt the discussion. After appeasing this person and that person, he said, "Dear guests, please don't talk any more. Officers and soldiers will come over in a while. If you hear the discussion of royal secrets, you will be punished. The shop can't

I can’t afford it. Please, please.”

Then, he hurriedly told the storyteller to immediately change the story to a fairy tale, such as the vixen and the poor scholar who met at night.

The busy work of begging grandpa to tell grandma finally stopped.

While the shopkeeper was busy trying to calm things down, Ran Shaotang said hello to Xie Yingren and said he wanted to make things easier, and then slipped into the inner tea room.

Xie Yingren wanted to go with her, but was stopped by Shaotang.

"I'll come back as soon as I go. You continue to listen. I'm fine. Don't worry."

Although she often complains about her weird dad, she doesn't allow others to say "no".

She wrote down the people who arranged her father's story one by one.

It is not a gentleman not to retaliate against someone.

She walked into the tea room, where there was smoke and steam, and hot water was burning on several stoves.

Shaotang glanced at the busy kitchen next to him. The waiter was preparing snacks for the customers and didn't care about it.

She quickly took out the blue porcelain bottle she carried with her from her sleeve and poured the powder inside evenly into the five teapots on the tea table.

Then he shook each teapot carefully and properly.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he called the waiter who was busy in the kitchen to come over.

The waiter saw the generous little boy entering the back shop and didn't know what he was going to do. He lowered his head and looked at him with a smile.

Shaotang hooked his hand, motioned for him to come over, and pointed to the five teapots: "I just heard the guests talking about General Ran, and he told it very well. I like to listen to stories about heroes saving beauties the most. These five pots of tea are for them.

.Just say it’s my treat.”

Shaotang pointed out the five people outside to the waiter one by one: "You have to show me clearly." He stuffed another piece of silver into his hand, "Don't give it to the wrong one, the rest of the money is yours."

The waiter in the shop could not imagine that such a good thing would happen to him. I don’t know whose young master he is. He has flaws on his face and a big chunk of his heart. He spends money like water and doesn’t blink an eye. He is a waste of money.

He doesn't look like he's from the town. He's here to visit relatives in Qianmen Town, right? I hope he can stay longer, and it's best to visit his teahouse every day.

The waiter in the shop happily bit off the money, put it in his arms with a wide grin, and took out the teapots as ordered, delivering them one by one accurately.

Shaotang watched coldly from the waiter's side, laughing ferociously in his heart.

In less than half an hour, your chrysanthemums will be smoking, and your legs will be thin from running to the toilet.

Just when she felt happy, someone behind her suddenly said: "Are you trying to harm others again? Why do I see you poisoning others every time I meet you?"

The sudden sound makes people feel frightened and uneasy.

Shaotang secretly yelled, "It's not good."

The other party must be a person with extremely deep internal strength, but he didn't notice anything unusual even when he was behind him.

She calmed down and choked back: "What do you mean, you want to hurt people again? Do you know me? I will poison you if you see me."

At the same time, he turned back alertly and took two steps back to distance himself from the opponent, making it easier for him to escape or fight.

Who would have thought that when she turned around, there was nothing in front of her, only the hazy steam coming out of the kettle. Where was the figure?

Could it be that I met a ghost in broad daylight?

In the lobby, the old man with a white beard was talking about how on a dark and windy night, a vixen who had been practicing Buddhism for thousands of years took the form of a human and ran out of the cemetery to look for prey...

Shaotang couldn't help but shiver.

She clearly heard a man questioning her, and she couldn't get it wrong.

The tea room is not big, and you can see all the furnishings in the room at a glance.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the beam, but there was no one there either.

The only suspicious thing is an open window.

She hesitated for a moment and finally decided not to go near the window.

Forget it, it's not safe here. It's better to walk.

She was worried that if she was not hostile, she would be in trouble if someone pulled her out of the window when she visited. After all, she was small and weak, and she had no weapons at hand.

Just as he was about to leave, the waiter ran in happily and asked Ran Shaotang: "Young Master, the guests said they want to meet the person who brought the tea. I want to thank you. Please move on."

Ran Shaotang glanced at the window again, turned around and followed the waiter out of the tea room.

Before he said anything, he smiled: "What you all said was more exciting than the storyteller. I just want to invite you to drink tea to soothe your throat. You're welcome." Although Ran Shaotang is young, his demeanor is that of an adult. After he finished speaking, he still kept his head buried.

Xie walked out of the teahouse after eating.

"Hey, hey, I haven't finished eating yet. Didn't I say that I wanted to bring some more snacks and melon seeds back? Just leave like this?" Xie Yingren was so full of food that the key was whether the vixen got into the scholar's quilt.

...

He just heard the key point.

How could he just leave so quickly? It was so unexpected.

He muttered regretfully as he followed Shaotang, not moving even an inch forward.

People in the teahouse thought that the guest was a nobleman, but when they saw that it was a half-grown child, they all laughed in surprise.

"Whose child is this? He ran away and ruined the family."

“At a young age, I don’t know that money is good, and the adults at home don’t discipline me well.”
Chapter completed!