"Ah, you have a solution?"
Fengming and Feng Xiyun spoke at the same time, and looked up at Tunan with starry eyes expectantly.
Tunan's smile widened when he was looked at. "Yes, I know him... I have some friendship with Wenhua Hall. I'll write a text message and the princess can send someone to Wenhua Hall to find the head shopkeeper."
"Really? Bi Chun, Bi Chun, quickly find some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone..." Feng Ming was so excited that he realized that they were on the street. It seemed a little wrong. He smiled awkwardly and signaled to Bi Chun with his eyes that it was not necessary.
"Hey, how about we go to the teahouse in front and sit for a while, so it will be convenient for you to write a letter?"
"Sure." Tunan smiled gently, and Fengming felt his heart melt.
The three of them entered the teahouse, which was a two-story, hollowed-out space. In the center of the first floor was a square stage, used for storytelling, singing, and the occasional opera excerpt to attract patrons. A circle of eight-square tables lined the stage, serving as the area for ordinary guests. Stairs on either side of the stage led to the second floor, which was also hollowed out and divided into several small compartments, with windows on the side facing the lobby. This provided a welcome space for distinguished guests or those who desired privacy, allowing them to enjoy the performances in the lobby without being disturbed.
The three of them naturally went to the private room on the second floor. Feng Ming told the waiter to prepare writing brushes and ink, while Feng Xiyun opened the window to enjoy the performance downstairs. After the pretty young woman singing the Yangzhou Wu Nong folk song finished her performance, a thin, sturdy old man with a long beard and a storyteller took over.
With the bang of the gavel, the hall instantly became quiet and everyone looked towards the stage.
"Hey~ It's a long story when a child has no mother! Sex, sex, sex, it's a once-in-a-lifetime mistake. When a gentleman loses his virtue, a villain is always happy. Even a real man can hardly resist a beautiful woman!"
"Good" As the opening remarks began, there was a burst of cheers from the lobby downstairs, and Feng Xiyun also watched excitedly.
Who would have known that what he was talking about today was the fight between him and the young master of the Wang family in the street over a woman. The storyteller used eloquence and added some of his own artistic creation to make the fight in the East Market that day full of twists and turns, and the audience in the lobby kept cheering and giving him rewards.
Only Feng Xiyun's expression grew worse and worse, and his anger grew stronger and stronger...
When Fengming watched Tunan finish writing a short letter and sealing it, and then told the servant to take the letter to Wenhua Hall, he felt relieved. When he looked up, he found Feng Xiyun with an angry face about to go out the door, so he quickly stopped him.
"What are you doing, you idiot?" In a hurry, she even called out the nickname that she secretly called Feng Xiyun.
"Sister, don't stop me. Just wait and see if I don't go down and smash all the teeth of that shabby old man. He just talks nonsense. I'm not 'bewitched by Bai Wanshuang's beauty' or 'lost my mind and coveted beauty'. If my father hears it, he will be so angry and lock me up. That old man is talking nonsense." As he spoke, he tried to rush out of the door with brute force. Fortunately, Tunan helped to stop him.
"Feng Xiyun, calm down, that old man..."
"Shut up, old man!"
Feng Ming had just opened his mouth to persuade Feng Xiyun when he was interrupted by a loud shouting from downstairs. Feng Xiyun was furious and looked back in a daze at the downstairs.
It turned out to be Wang Yijun, from Grand Tutor Wang's family, who was standing at the entrance of the teahouse, angrily scolding the old storyteller: "Don't you dare say that about Wan Shuang? She is the best, most innocent, and purest woman in the world. How can a filthy old man like you say that? Come on, drag this old man out of here with his mouth."
As he said this, he actually ordered his servants to rush onto the stage and beat the old man. The audience who had been happily listening to the story just now were really stunned by this sudden change.
The three people upstairs didn't expect such an emergency to happen. Feng Xiyun was no longer angry, but gloated: "Hey, that stinky old man deserved to be beaten for making up rumors about me."
The lobby downstairs was suddenly in chaos. Wang Yijun ordered his servants to beat the old storyteller, and the tea drinkers took advantage of the chaos to run away from paying. The waiters tried to stop the thugs while catching the customers who ran away from paying. The old storyteller also hurriedly put away the gavel and ran backstage... It was a real mess.
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