Chapter 768 I Can’t Mention That Person’s Name
Mo Jinchuan couldn't help but feel helpless when he heard this. "Xi'er is smart, why do you have to ask when you already know the answer?"
Song Yanxi pretended not to know, "Why don't I understand what your Highness is saying?"
But the smile in her eyes didn't seem like she was completely unaware.
Catching a glimpse of a teahouse not far away, Song Yanxi stopped teasing him and said with a smile, "I'm thirsty. Your Highness, would you be so kind as to share a cup of tea with me?"
Mo Jinchuan's lips curled slightly, "It's an honor."
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"No, no, what kind of bullshit are you talking about? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll overturn your desk, believe it or not?"
A guest slammed the table and pointed at the storyteller, saying, "Everyone knows that he was a chaste man during his lifetime. He didn't even have a concubine. How could he have a posthumous child?"
These days, can you tell stories in a teahouse just by making up stories?"
The storyteller shook his head, stroked his beard and said, "Ignorance, truly ignorance."
"Who are you calling ignorant? Speak to me nicely!"
Seeing the man stand up, the other guests hurriedly advised: "Forget it, forget it, drink some tea, we won't listen to what he said if it's not good."
"Who said it wasn't true? There's no point getting angry with him."
"We come here to listen to books, just to have fun. Just listen to it as a story, don't take it seriously."
Listening to what they said, the storyteller sneered and said, "Some people think they are smart and feel that they are the most sober people in the world.
In fact, he believes whatever others want him to believe."
As he spoke, he snapped the folding fan in his hand shut and asked with a smile, "Gentlemen, what is this called?"
Someone laughed and said, "Thinking you're smart is just stupid!"
The storyteller said, "This guest is a truly wise man."
As soon as he finished speaking, the people who were implied to be stupid by him could no longer sit still and started asking him what he meant.
It didn't make sense for them to spend money to drink tea, but end up having to listen to a lecture from a stinky storyteller.
"If you don't give us an explanation today, don't come to this teahouse again."
Being threatened, the storyteller laughed instead of getting angry and asked the others, "I see that you, the guests, are of extraordinary bearing, but are you eating the food of the Heavenly Family?"
When several people heard this, they couldn't help but look embarrassed.
They did think about it, but how could the Tian family’s job be so easy?
From their expressions, the storyteller got the answer he wanted.
He opened his fan, gently fanned it a few times, and asked with a smile, "Since you, the guests, are ordinary people like those present here, how did you know that the accident that year was an accident?"
Without waiting for anyone to answer, he said to himself, "I guess you learned it from that posted notice?"
As he spoke, he looked at the guests below and said with a smile, "To be honest, I also first learned about this from the notice."
After hearing a series of sighs, he slowly asked, "Sir, who wrote this notice?"
"How can you be sure that the contents of the notice are all true?"
"Is it possible that everything we know is just what someone wants us to know?"
His three consecutive questions left the people who were blocking the way speechless.
Even Song Yanxi wanted to praise him after hearing this, saying that he had a good mouth for confusing right and wrong.
But unfortunately, many people present believed it.
From a private room on the second floor, a man's questioning voice rang out, "According to you, what happened to that person back then wasn't an accident?"
If an ordinary person heard such straightforward words, they would either brush it off or smile without saying anything.
But this storyteller was extremely bold.
As if afraid that the other party couldn't hear him, he stood up and said loudly: "Of course it's not an accident!"
He clutched the fan ribs tightly, his eyes filled with excitement as he said, "There are so many people who are jealous of this extraordinary talent, and they are using swords, guns, sticks and clubs to attack him, both openly and covertly.
What bullshit brotherhood and father-son love, they all hope he dies quickly! "
As soon as the words fell, there was silence all around.
Then, someone couldn't help sobbing softly.
What's more, they angrily accused God of being unfair and taking away people who shouldn't have been taken away.
The storyteller's eyes welled up with tears. He wiped them away and said, "He should have lived a long life, but because he was too brilliant and dazzling, he became a thorn in the eyes of others.
Now, even his only remaining flesh and blood are not tolerated by those people.
If anything happens to this child, there will be no trace of him left in this world."
These words made the people in the teahouse excited.
Someone couldn't wait to ask: "Sir, do you know where the child is now?"
The storyteller shook his head slightly, closed his eyes, and said with great sorrow, "That child was assassinated a few days ago. I'm afraid he's in grave danger."
"What?" Everyone's expression changed.
The woman at the table next to Song Yanxi burst into tears and asked her husband, "Tell me, how could those people be so cruel?
Killing him wasn't enough, but they also killed an innocent child."
The husband angrily cried out, "You can't even tolerate your brothers. You're nothing but beasts!"
Upon hearing this, the storyteller continued, "He should never have been born into such a vortex of power, yet he still behaved like a gentleman and didn't fight or compete.
He was thinking about blood ties, but others were thinking about how to kill him."
"Who, who is so cruel?"
"I can't say."
"What's wrong with you? You keep saying things halfway. Are you trying to drive me crazy to death?"
The storyteller shook his head and said grimly, "I can't mention that person's name."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the private room on the second floor asked, "Can't you bring it up, or are you afraid to bring it up?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the people in the teahouse immediately started talking about it.
Someone was puzzled and said, "Sir, you dare to say something as dangerous as this. What else can you say that you dare not say?"
The storyteller's face paled, he looked around, sighed and said, "To be honest with you, I really don't dare to tell you."
Hearing that he really didn't dare, the crowd sighed again.
In the private room on the second floor, the voice said aggressively, "You keep saying that he is being treated unfairly, but you know who the murderer is who caused his unjust death, yet you choose to remain silent.
How is such behavior different from those who killed him?"
As soon as the accusations were made, the people in the teahouse also started cursing.
Someone got emotional and blurted out, "If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still alive, he will definitely not let you, his accomplice, go!"
Faced with the people's attack, the storyteller's face became even uglier.
He gritted his teeth and shouted as if risking his life, "Everyone, stop asking. Even if I tell you about that person, you won't believe me."
The cursing in the teahouse gradually stopped.
Someone murmured quietly, "Who on earth is the person the storyteller is talking about? Is he trying to be mysterious?"
"It's hard to say. You didn't hear what he just said, it's so detailed. It might really be true."
"Don't you see what kind of place that is? People would fight tooth and nail for a few ounces of silver, let alone that supreme position."
"It's true, there were countless cases of fathers and sons killing each other and brothers killing each other in the past dynasties."
Just as everyone was discussing this, the man's voice rang out again from the private room on the second floor, "Is the person you are talking about the fifth son in the family?"
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