"The story of this gentleman is too outrageous. It is not surprising if it is just a storyteller, but if it is true, I really can't agree." The young man shook the folding fan with red plums in his hand and smiled happily. "First, although the outside of the Imperial and Political City is only a tributary of the Xiangxue River, the water flows fast all year round and is difficult to fish, not to mention that there are fishermen who are in the snow when it snows. Since there is no fish to catch, why are the fishermen going to go in the snow? Second, if the Prime Minister came to the Imperial and Political City in the winter three years ago and still kneeled in the Xiangxue River west of the city, even the prefect and the people sent from the palace came to persuade him, how could the people of the Imperial and Political City not know about this? These two points are what Imperial and the people who are in the Imperial and Political City feel that they are in the Imperial and Political City."

As soon as the young man said the words, the guests in the lobby suddenly felt like they were in a panic. On weekdays, in Yingxian Building, the storyteller said that the Prime Minister's affair was a favorite leisure and entertainment for the people in the Ideological and Political City, so everyone never refuted the stories told by the storyteller. But today the storyteller insisted that it was a real person, so some people delved into the truth.

The storyteller's face turned red, but he couldn't find a suitable word to refute. He put the ruler in his hand back on the desk, then snorted coldly, put his gloves into his sleeves and put them on his chest, and walked towards the hotel gate in shame: "Everyone said that if you listen to books, don't refute them, you really don't understand the rules..."

The storyteller left, and the guests in the lobby stopped exploring it. They continued to eat and drink in a blink of an eye, which restored Yingxianlou to its buzzing appearance.

The young man smiled faintly, drank the wine in front of him, left a ingot of silver, and left Yingxianlou.

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The wind in winter has special abilities, and it can always blow through people's clothes to their muscles and bones.

Because the storytelling today was interrupted, I did not have the opportunity to get the reward from the shopkeeper of Yingxianlou. However, after the storytelling came out of Yingxianlou, he put away his dissatisfaction and hummed his tune and walked towards the slums in the west of the city.

When turning across an alley on the street, a man blocked the storyteller's way.

"I came out pretty early today..." A man who stopped the storyteller. He held a sixty-four-boned oil-paper umbrella, blocking the storyteller's view and blocking the snow that began to fall one after another.

"This young man, I don't want to work hard, but someone interrupted Xiao's storytelling today, so I had to come out early. Tomorrow! I will definitely say it well tomorrow. If I try hard, I will never let my son down..." The storyteller dragged the pronunciation of the word "heart" for a long time, and when he spoke, he did not forget to reach out to the other party to ask for what he deserved.

The man holding an umbrella took out a bag of silver from his arms and handed it to the storyteller, and then spoke without any haste: "I just asked you to tell me how the Prime Minister refused the pursuit of other women. What did you say today? The Prime Minister knelt at Xueheji three years ago, and no one believed him."

After hearing the man's words, the storyteller's face changed and he immediately put away his flattering expression: "Young Master said this, it's wrong. The young man has been working for the young man for half a year. When did he not do his best to tell the story? But what the young man said today is indeed not a book, that's a real thing. Although others cannot control whether the young man believes or not, you can't help but believe it."
Chapter completed!