Chapter 302 (Extra) Control
The teahouse was packed with people, simply because the storyteller there was eloquent and the stories he told were extremely interesting.
The storyteller struck the wake-up stick in his hand, and the teahouse suddenly became quiet.
"Dear readers, today I will talk about the King of Beilin and the Queen of Beilin who drove out foreign enemies and eliminated internal troubles, and retired four years ago after completing their mission."
The people listening to the book in the building booed.
"Even a three-year-old child knows the story of the King of Beilin and his princess. Let's tell you something new."
"that is."
The old storyteller stroked his beard and said, "What I am going to tell you today is not something you have heard before, but some unknown stories."
Everyone pricked up their ears immediately, "What unknown story?"
"Eight years ago, the King of Beilin and his wife took charge of the government, but they retired four years ago and gave way to the current emperor. Do you know why?"
"This matter has to start from that battle. The King of Beilin was injured in that battle, and his health deteriorated. It was really difficult for him to continue. You all only know that the King of Beilin won the battle with the Beirong people beautifully, but you don't know the key to victory. Today, I will tell you about it."
"It is said that on this day, two armies faced each other, war drums were beating, and shouts of killing shook the sky. On one side was the Qingyun Guards wearing black armor. At that time, King Beilin held a Frost in his hand. He was tall and mighty, with sword-like eyebrows and eyes as sharp as lightning. A roar could scare the enemy..."
Everyone listened with great interest.
On the railing on the second floor was lying a delicate and pretty little boy, about seven or eight years old, with a skin as white as a dough ball.
Next to him was a young man of similar age. If you looked closely, you would find that their eyebrows and eyes were very similar.
"Their shields were like city walls, their swords were like fierce tigers, and wherever they passed, the enemies fell to the ground one after another..."
The old storyteller spoke passionately, and the audience exclaimed in shock from time to time.
The young master propped up his chin as he listened, and couldn't help yawning, "Nonsense."
He turned to look at the other child and asked, "Brother, do you think they are talking nonsense?"
The boy ignored him, so the young master turned around again. It turned out that there was someone behind him, who looked to be about ten years old.
"Brother Xuan, do you think they are talking nonsense?"
The young man called Brother Xuan smiled gently and said, "It is indeed a little different from what we know."
The young master nodded with satisfaction, "I told you so. Giving up the throne to uncle was obviously because dad was playful and lazy. His health has long been healed."
"On the battlefield, swords and spears clashed, blood flowed. The King of Beilin raised his sword and slashed at the Beirong soldiers..."
The old storyteller paused, then slowly picked up the tea and took a sip.
The people below craned their necks. "And then? What happened next?"
The old storyteller cleared his throat and said, "The Beirong soldier screamed and his body was
King Lin was cut in half with a knife, and when he fell to the ground, his upper body was still crawling on the ground..."
The audience in the hall were so excited that their blood boiled, as if they were on the battlefield, seeing with their own eyes the King of Beilin swinging his sword to kill the enemy.
The young master upstairs rolled his eyes and couldn't help but raise his voice, "This is simply nonsense, it doesn't make sense."
The old storyteller downstairs was taking a break. It was very quiet all around. He suddenly heard these words. He immediately looked up, saw it was a child, and waved his hand.
"Don't act silly, kid. Go home to your parents."
The young master hated being called a kid the most, and he slapped the railing immediately, "You are clearly talking nonsense. I... the King of Beilin is not what you said."
"Oh?" The old man became interested. "Then tell me, what is the King of Beilin like?"
The boy beside him tugged at the young man's sleeve, and the young man lifted his arm to break free, shouting:
"The King of Beilin is very weak. He needs the princess to lead him when he walks far, otherwise he won't walk. He needs the princess to peel the shrimp for him, otherwise he won't eat it. He even needs the princess to remove the bones from fish. He is not as majestic as you say."
Everyone in the hall burst into laughter.
The old man stroked his beard and said, "I wonder what the King of Beilin would think if he knew that he was so weak in your eyes."
There was another burst of laughter from downstairs, and it was obvious that everyone didn't believe it.
The young master was so angry that he grabbed the child beside him and said, "Brother, tell them, is this what I said?"
"They won't listen even if you tell them. Don't worry about what they say." The other young master was obviously calmer.
The old storyteller laughed again, "I will continue to tell the story, little kid, stop talking nonsense."
The young master put his hands on his hips, his chest heaving with anger. What he heard was even more outrageous. He grabbed a sword on the table, supported himself on the railing and was ready to jump down.
Just as I climbed over the railing, I felt a sudden tightness behind my neck. Someone grabbed the back of my collar and lifted me up into the air, with my legs kicking wildly in the air.
When the child looked back and saw who was holding him, he immediately stopped struggling and hung in the man's hand like a dried fish.
Xie Tingzhou lifted the kid up and looked him in the eye. "You are not even as tall as the sword, yet you dare to draw your sword and chop someone?"
"Daddy, you're talking nonsense." The young master shrank his neck as he was lifted up, but he did not forget to retort, "I'm already much taller than the sword."
Xie Tingzhou put Xie Yu down and asked, "What did Dad teach you?"
Xie Yu was like a different person in front of Xie Tingzhou, standing very properly, "Dad told me to listen to mom."
"Then what?" Xie Tingzhou glanced at her.
Xie Yu said: "If my mother tells me to do something I'm not happy with it!"
Xie Tingzhou choked and looked back at the person behind him with a questioning look in his eyes. Shen Yu blinked innocently and looked up at the beam above her head. She looked at the beam for a long time, as if she could see a flower.
"Isn't what mother said right?" Xie Yu asked, looking up.
Xie Tingzhou was in a dilemma and said helplessly: "What your mother said is true.
It must be right, but there must be a condition for doing it if you are unhappy with it. "
"What conditions?"
"He has to be taller than your father, or at least taller than your mother." Xie Tingzhou said nonsense in a serious manner.
Xie Yu looked up. Her father was really too tall. She was afraid that she would never grow that tall in her lifetime. If she really grew that tall, she would probably not be able to get married.
But if he is taller than my mom, it should be possible in another ten years.
Xie Tingzhou patted Xie Yu on the head, then looked at Xie Jin beside him.
"Why aren't you looking at your sister?"
Xie Jin said, "My sister is even wilder than mother, I can't keep her under control."
Xie Tingzhou: "...your mother is gentle and kind, not wild."
"This is what my uncle said." Xie Jin said seriously.
Xie Tingzhou was amazed, but when he turned around, Chen Yu was gone.
"Xuan'er."
"Uncle." Li Xuan walked forward.
Xie Tingzhou leaned over and whispered something in his ear, and Li Xuan immediately laughed, "I know, uncle."
Xie Tingzhou was about to leave when Xie Yu suddenly grabbed his leg and asked, "Dad, where are you going?"
"Your mother and I are going to Linyan Island to meet an old friend." Xie Tingzhou said.
"I want to go too. You always take mom out to play and never take us with you."
Xie Tingzhou pulled Xie Yu away and said, "When you grow up and get married, let your husband take you there."
Xie Yu refused to let go, and Xie Jin tugged at his sleeve.
"Sister, stop bothering Daddy. Let's go to Yi'an with Brother Xuan."
A group of people were walking on the street, a man followed by three children, all of whom were very handsome, attracting the attention of countless passers-by, but the man in front had a slightly dark complexion.
Shen Yu was waiting in front of the carriage. Seeing Xie Tingzhou approaching with the child in a menacing manner, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"He's holding me in check." Xie Tingzhou pursed his lips.
"Who's holding you back?"
Xie Tingzhou pointed to the side, pointing at Xie Jin, then lifted the curtain and got on the carriage.
The three kids stood side by side, trying not to laugh but not daring to. Chen Yu pointed at Xie Jin and followed them into the carriage.
"How did Jin'er control you?"
Xie Tingzhou leaned against the wall of the car, folding his arms, "He said they were going to Yi'an."
Chen Yu's heart skipped a beat, "Uh...what are we going to Yi'an for?"
Xie Tingzhou opened his eyes, "What do you think?"
Xie Tingzhou suddenly reached out, pulled the man over, and pressed him against the wall of the car.
"Is Jiang Ji sick? He sent a letter in March and another in May. Who cares about the gifts he sent to the children? Who cares whether he is in Yi'an or somewhere else? Why doesn't he go to the underworld?"
Jiang Lianzhi traveled all over the world, and every time he arrived at a place, he would write a letter, telling about the local customs and culture, and bringing some small gifts for the children.
But some of the kids liked him very much, which made Xie Tingzhou so angry that he regretted not beheading him.
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