The teahouse was completely silent, with only the storyteller still dancing.

"…This is the greatest honor, and a match made in heaven…This is the high regard your majesty has for Lu Qianhu, and this is the emperor's great grace…"

The trembling sound echoed in the teahouse.

It's really annoying. When did the storyteller in Yangcheng become so bold that he even dared to talk about the Jinyiwei in the street.

We are still talking about the famous evil leader Lu Qianhu in the capital.

After a period of silence in the teahouse, there was a chaotic sound of moving tables and chairs and footsteps, and people who were originally sitting and drinking tea and chatting ran out one after another.

The storyteller on the stage seemed not to notice this scene and continued to speak passionately, fanning himself in the air.

Seeing people rushing over, Miss Jun still stood at the door without moving.

Were you scared too?

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

Fang Yuxiu reached out to grab Miss Jun, wanting to lead her away, but her hand went missing. Miss Jun not only did not retreat, but walked inside instead.

What is she doing!

Fang Yuxiu was so anxious that she almost cried out, but the people in the teahouse had already rushed over and stopped her from grabbing Miss Jun.

Didn't this guy come here just to listen to what's going on in the capital?

Even if you want to listen to the excitement in the capital, you have to distinguish what kind of excitement it is.

Nowadays, no one talks about the Jinyiwei at home. The Jinyiwei are omnipresent. You said today that they would come to your door tomorrow, but now they are talking about it in public. I don't know how many Jinyiwei are hiding in the streets. When they rush over, it will not only be the storyteller who will be in trouble, but all those present will be implicated.

Fang Yuxiu was also happy to see Miss Jun being arrested and disappearing from the Fang family, but who made Miss Jun a relative of the Fang family?

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

Relatives, there is no need to implicate relatives. Miss Jun has a bad reputation, and there are many people waiting to step on her.

Isn’t there a saying that goes “cut off the tiger’s wrist to feed it”?

If I can get rid of Jun Zhenzhen at a cost, it would be worth it.

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

never mind.

She rushed in.

"Hurry up and go. We can't stand such noise." She grabbed Miss Jun and said anxiously.

"You can't leave now." Miss Jun said.

Why?

Fang Yuxiu asked in her heart but did not ask out loud because the scene became quiet. Suddenly, a dozen men wearing black cloaks, with straight swords on their waists and grim expressions appeared on the second floor.

These people's eyes swept across the hall, and the originally chaotic crowd was instantly frozen again.

royal guard.

The members of the Imperial Guard are indeed here.

Fang Yuxiu couldn't help but hold Miss Jun's hand tightly, but found that she was pulled back with great force.

It turned out that Miss Jun was walking forward again.

In this stagnant crowd, the girl walking slowly was particularly eye-catching. Fang Yuxiu was already stiff and was dragged to follow the steps. She could feel the gazes of the Jinyiwei people above her head.

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

In their eyes, except for the emperor and their superiors, everyone else, even the prime minister of the dynasty, is not considered an individual.

The storyteller's voice continued, but Fang Yuxiu could not hear a word until a soft female voice sounded in her ears.

"Which princess did Lord Lu marry?"

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

Crazy...

Fang Yuxiu's expression was blank and she didn't know what to do.

The storyteller seemed not to have expected someone to ask him a question, and was stunned for a moment when his speech was interrupted.

There was a rustling sound upstairs; someone hit the railing with a knife.

"Yes, which princess did Lord Lu marry?" the man asked in a grim voice, "Since everyone is asking, you should tell us. Lord Lu has such a big happy event, and the people really want to know."

People want to know?

Everyone present was stunned.

So, the storyteller was told this story on orders? He is not crazy?

"Isn't it?" The eerie voice on the second floor continued, "Don't you want to listen? Aren't you rushing out in such a hurry to tell your relatives and friends about this news?"

The stagnant crowd suddenly became chaotic again.

This time we were not rushing out, but rushing back.

"Yes, yes, please speak clearly, otherwise we won't be able to hear you clearly and won't be able to tell our relatives and friends the good news." Some people even flattered you.

Fang Yuxiu avoided being knocked to the ground because Miss Jun had already pulled her to sit down.

So this is what it means that I can’t leave now.

It's just strange. How could the storyteller tell the story of Jinyiwei Lu Qianhu in public without permission? Since he was telling it, he must have been instructed. There must be someone from Jinyiwei here.

Everyone ran away after hearing about the storyteller Lu Qianhu, which must have made the Jinyiwei unhappy.

Fang Yuxiu was not sure whether the person who had just run away would have a good ending tomorrow, but she was sure that Miss Jun, who had not run away and had come in to ask about this matter, would be fine.

Fang Yuxiu could only feel her palms full of sweat, and she felt the Jinyiwei on the second floor sweeping her gaze through the hall like venomous snakes. She pretended to listen attentively, but in fact she could not hear anything the storyteller said.

Whether it was six thousand households or seven thousand households, whether it was a marriage or a death, it was 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 this?" she asked again, raising her voice to cover the noise in the teahouse.

Is she really curious? Or is she just trying to flatter? Is she stupid or smart?

Fang Yuxiu couldn't help but think.

After Miss Jun's voice, others also hurriedly followed up to ask questions. Many people are willing to flatter others.

After these few inquiries, the hall returned to its normal atmosphere of storytelling and listening to books.

The Jinyi Guards on the second floor showed some satisfaction in their eyes, and some of them kept their gazes on Miss Jun for a moment.

The storyteller over there had already come to his senses. Upon hearing the question, he used a few storytelling tricks and played hard to get before waving his fan.

"This princess is none other than the Princess Jiuli, who was personally conferred by the late emperor."

As soon as these words were spoken, some of the audience cheered and applauded, but more were shocked and silent.

Princess Jiuli.

"…Speaking of Princess Jiuli, we have to talk about her title. At that time, the Ministry of War was ordered to forge new weapons and armor, but it was never completed. At the moment when Princess Jiuli was born, the weapons and armor were completed. The late emperor was very happy and said that the ancient Jiuli had the sorcerer skills of weapons, so this was a good omen brought by this little princess, so he gave her the name Jiuli."

So there is such an allusion. Fang Yuxiu was a little girl after all, so she couldn't help but listen to it and subconsciously glanced at Miss Jun.

Miss Jun looked calm, but seemed to be distracted, because her hand actually picked up the teacup on the table.

There was chaos before, and now there is chaos again when we come back. Everyone's sitting positions are messed up, and this teacup was obviously used by someone else before.

Why did she pick it up and use it?

So in fact, I am afraid in my heart.

Fang Yuxiu reached out and held her hand.

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

It turned out that he lost his composure.

Fang Yuxiu also withdrew her hand and sat up straight.

"Is this Princess Jiuli the daughter of the current emperor?" 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. However, there was nothing strange about it. When these young ladies from official families were together, their favorite thing to do was to gossip about others and despise the poor and love the rich.

Those royal relatives, princesses and princesses must be well known.

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

Miss Jun raised her head and looked at the storyteller.

"No," she said, "She is the daughter of the late Crown Prince and the eldest sister of Prince Huai."

Your Highness? Your Highness first!

Fang Yuxiu was stunned. No wonder the people in the hall looked so strange.

It turned out that she was the daughter of the deceased prince and princess, and the storyteller on the stage was saying this at that moment.

"...In addition to this, the Princess Jiuli has another identity. Can you guess what it is?"

It was a pity that no one agreed with him this time, and there was an odd silence in the hall.

"That's right, everyone has guessed it. Lu Qianhu was also Princess Shang's former lover. This Princess Jiuli is naturally the sister-in-law of Lu Qianhu."

Fortunately, the storyteller had seen awkward silences before, so he managed to smooth over the situation with a smile.

"The princess who died of illness was named Jiuling, and she was the biological sister of Princess Jiuli."