Hua Yuanzhao tilted his head and listened, thinking carefully in his mind.
Now when she looks back at her original body’s memories, it’s like looking at flowers in the fog. Many things are not clear to her and she only has a vague impression.
Judging from the remarks of today's storyteller and her observations during this period, the atmosphere of this dynasty was quite open.
Freedom of speech, people are not punished for discussing royal affairs.
There were not so many restrictions on women, and there were young men and women in the building listening to stories together. The separation between men and women was not as strict as she had imagined.
Even when storytellers talked about these things, people mostly treated them as a joke rather than a secret that needed to be kept secret.
"... Let's talk about that day on the execution ground, the young general was on horseback and holding a long sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the Third Prince..."
"…Instantly, a loud shout came from afar—"
The storyteller slammed the table and shouted in a long voice: "Spare his life!"
"...Miss Hua escaped death, saw through the fate of love, and cut her hair to sever ties on the execution ground..."
Hua Yuanzhao was confused and looked at Fuling blankly.
"Miss, did you cut your hair?" Fuling's eyes suddenly widened.
Hua Yuanzhao shook his head hurriedly. She wasn't! She didn't! Don't talk nonsense!
Only two percent of the stories told by this storyteller are true, and the rest are fabricated nonsense, just to attract attention.
After hearing what he said, Hua Yuanzhao felt as if he was listening to someone else's story.
It was not until the wake-up stick hit the table again that she suddenly woke up.
The storyteller drank a cup of tea, took a break, and then began to talk about the unofficial history of the palace of the previous dynasty.
"…The eldest daughter of the Hua family was once a stunning beauty, but when it comes to beauty, she is not even half as beautiful as Princess Qionghui."
"Let's talk about Princess Qionghui. She was the jewel in the crown of the Nanzhao Emperor..."
"...The late emperor fell in love with her at first sight, and offered a city as a betrothal gift and a golden house to keep her..."
"After Princess Qionghui gave birth to a prince, the late emperor was overjoyed and wanted to change the crown prince several times, in order to support the mother and son with his kingdom..."
Hua Yuanzhao raised his eyebrows in surprise, wondering which prince or princess was so powerful?
"…But beautiful women are often short-lived. Princess Qionghui suffered damage to her body after giving birth to a child. Within a few years, she died of a serious illness." The storyteller sighed.
Someone in the audience sneered, "Could it be that the people of Nanzhao are still needed to rule our country?"
Fuling was listening intently while holding a half-string of candied haws. She muttered worriedly, "It was the Fourteenth Prince's fox that harmed the Empress in the Huguo Temple before. Could it be that the Fourteenth Prince really wants to seize the throne?"
"What Fourteenth Prince?" Hua Yuanzhao asked blankly.
Fuling said blankly: "Princess Qionghui is the mother of the Fourteenth Prince!"
The two people's voices were not loud and were almost drowned out by the noisy crowd.
Some people around also mentioned this, and the discussion almost blew the roof off.
Hua Yuanzhao frowned slightly, but still said: "I think it should be a coincidence."
She paused and explained, "Firstly, the allergen that caused the Queen's allergy has not yet been determined. I only ruled out the most likely option at the time."
"Secondly, even if it was the fox's fault, it doesn't necessarily mean he did it on purpose." Hua Yuanzhao said, "There are only a few people who are allergic to animal dander, and there are even fewer people who would have an emergency like the Queen..."
"…Prince, please let me go…"
Amidst the many complicated voices, this sentence fell into Hua Yuanzhao's ears with a swish.
Hua Yuanzhao turned his head and saw Gu Ci sitting in the crowd with a folding fan in his hand.
He had an extraordinary aura, a stern face without a smile, and none of the gentleness and elegance that he had when they first met in the Huguo Temple.
But in just a moment, the coldness disappeared without a trace, Gu Ci picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking as leisurely as an ordinary guest.
He waved his hands and squinted at the storyteller on the stage, like a fox watching a vole jumping around.
Dangerous and calm.
This realization made Hua Yuanzhao shudder, and she quickly turned her head away.
Fuling looked in the direction she had just been looking at, and when she saw Gu Ci, she lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "Miss, should we go and greet them?"
"No." Hua Yuanzhao took a deep breath and whispered, "Let's go."
She lowered her eyes without even looking over there. After leaving the tea money, she took Fuling and walked out.
Hua Yuanzhao was in a state of uneasy mood, and soon after he left the teahouse, he was bumped into by a little beggar who was running around.
She was fat and stood steadily, but the little beggar fell down.
"Are you okay?" Hua Yuanzhao quickly reached out to help.
The little beggar looked up at her, then quickly got up and ran away.
Hua Yuanzhao's face changed slightly, and she realized belatedly that something was wrong. She hurriedly checked the things in her sleeves, but fortunately her purse was still there.
Hua Yuanzhao breathed a sigh of relief and looked carefully again, only to find that the jade pendant he had picked up from the river was gone.
"Hey - there's a thief..." Hua Yuanzhao cried out in a low voice, and when he looked up suddenly, he saw that the little beggar had disappeared!
"Miss, what did you lose?" Fuling rolled up her sleeves and tried to chase after her.
"Forget it, it's nothing." Hua Yuanzhao shook his head and put the purse back into his sleeve.
Just think of it as a good opportunity for the thief that day, and let it be lost if it’s lost!