"I said to Manager Yin, you also know that when we talk about this industry, we focus on one's own urgency and slowness. After I finished speaking, Boss Fang continued to say that when he was tired, he would change me. I could not stop my throat, but not make the listeners feel cold." The short and fat old man named Qi looked slightly angry, looked at Zhou Xiaomo with contempt, and continued to say to Manager Yin, "When your boss Qin invited us two brothers to come, he never said that he would put wedges in our place."

The saying "putting a wedge" meant to let your colleagues get a kick in the Tang Dynasty. Hearing this, Shopkeeper Yin's face changed slightly, and then he returned to his signature warm smile: "Boss Qi is telling a joke. You and Boss Fang are well-known to everyone. Who dares to put a wedge in your two masters' place? That's not pulling a beard from the tiger's mouth!"

Manager Yin continued: "In Jiushi County, you two are the masters. Which young student is lucky enough to have such a part of your life to walk in your two places will definitely benefit a lot."

Since ancient times, I have been wearing all kinds of flattery. The words of the shopkeeper Ying were both full of emotion and listened to them. Fang and the other men's faces turned from gloomy to sunny, and they were proudly stroking their beards. The repulsive expression of Zhou Xiaomo just now turned into an arrogant expression.

The old man surnamed Qi was given to Manager Yin, and his vigilance towards Zhou Xiaomo was completely eliminated. He raised his senior's face and said, "What martial arts novel did you just talk about?"

"Oh, it's a martial arts novel!"

"Martial arts novel?"

The old man surnamed Qi raised his beard slightly, and his disdainful look over the corners of his eyes. He then said, "Die Sui Chuan, will you say it?"

I’ve just seen the Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the Legend of the Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty. There is no record in history. If there is no record in history, it means it is insignificant. The books you talk about are all subtle, and you two storytellers are even more unknown, and it’s even more insignificant. Zhou Xiaomo couldn’t help but curse, but he showed a smile on his face that he must be good at playing a dragon: “I won’t know. Please give me some advice from the two bosses.”

"I can't tell you, I can only say that I have some experience. Nowadays, many young people have a little knowledge of the fur in a certain industry, and their tails are raised up and they don't even know what the surname is." The old man surnamed Fang said, holding the blue porcelain teacup and taking a sip. He was used to holding the cup with his left hand. After a long time, the mouth of the cup that was stained with when his lips were drinking water turned black and gray. Zhou Xiaomo almost sprayed out the meal last night.

In Zhou Xiaomo's opinion, the old man surnamed Fang is very good at pretending to behave. Although the old man surnamed Fang doesn't know what it means to show off, maybe he would think that - pretending to be a woman - is to dress up as a woman.

The old man surnamed Fang was wearing a blue robe and stood up with a very tall and thin figure, as if he was hanging a piece of clothing at the top of a bamboo pole. He held the disgusting cup in his left hand and a shiny folding fan with a grinded handle in his right hand, and said, "You don't even know the most simple Demon Sui Chuan, and you don't know the Xingtang Chuan."

The old man surnamed Fang said as he looked at the old man surnamed Qi, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes: "Boss Qi, I think our young colleague is also a good family. We two old guys have to give the younger generation some opportunities, otherwise, people would say that we are bullying the young people by relying on our seniority. I think, let him talk to me later, so we can sit on the side and learn and learn."

The old man surnamed Qi immediately understood the thoughts of the old man surnamed Fang, nodded seriously but could not hide the contempt in the corners of his eyes: "It's good. Since Manager Yin has spoken, we should be respectful and obedient."

Seeing that Zhou Xiaomo was young and dressed like a child of a wealthy family, the two old men only thought that he was a jar of less than half a jar of crooked goods, which made him look ugly on the court. This not only gave the face of the shopkeeper Yin, but also promoted the reputation of the two of them in front of the tea guest. Why not do such a good thing about both worlds!

Not to mention the two old men who are commonly talked about, even the shopkeeper of the seal did not look down on Zhou Xiaomo. A rich child whose lips had not yet faded, at most he had no dandy to spend time here and join in the fun.

Let others make a fool of themselves is the best time to show their faces.

Zhou Xiaomo and the others followed the old man surnamed Fang into the lobby, found an empty seat, and sat down, and found Li Longji in an inconspicuous corner of the lobby.

Seeing Zhou Xiaomo looking over, Li Longji smiled and nodded. Although he felt that the young master Jia sitting next to Zhou Xiaomo looked familiar, he did not recognize him as Yun Yiren.

When Li Longji was three years old, he was named King of Chu as a prince. When he was five years old, Wu Zetian ordered Li Longji to be adopted by Li Hong as his son to continue his incense. When Li Longji was five years old, Li Dan was abolished by Wu Zetian and moved to the Eastern Palace, but was actually imprisoned.

When Li Longji was seven years old, he went out to build an official position. Later, because Pei Feigong, the governor of the court, and Fan Yunxian, the attendant of the Inner Court, privately visited Li Dan. After Wu Zetian found out, he killed Pei Feigong and Fan Yunxian, and immediately ordered Li Dan to prohibit him from meeting all the ministers and ministers. From then on, the three sons of Li Longji's brothers and his second uncle Li Xian were once again confined to the palace and did not walk out of the palace walls for eleven years.

It was not until Li Longji was seventeen that he had emerged from the palace walls, and his identity was demoted from the King of Chu to the King of Linzi, and he took office the next year.

Although Li Longji had a heart that yearned for the emperor, he knew that he had been imprisoned for too long and knew almost nothing about the outside world. In addition, he had experienced many regime fluctuations, and knew that if he was not careful, he could fall into a place of doom at any time.

Therefore, he was extremely careful in his actions. After taking office, he often lived in the royal palace. He rarely went out except for official business. Although he was an old driver in the officialdom, he had little experience in the outside world, so it was normal that he could not recognize Yun Yiren, who was dressed as a man.

At this time, the tea guests in the west hall were almost full, and there were only two large tables near the vulgar podium. As soon as the old man named Fang appeared, it immediately attracted a burst of joy for the crowd, which made the old man named Fang take a slower, more square and more agile!

The old man surnamed Fang put the teacup, grabbed the square wood on the table with his left hand, gently slapped the table, opened the folding fan with a "swish", and shook it twice: "Last time, Emperor Yang of Sui was talking about the disaster of the country and the people, and it was unpopular..."

What a shit thing is completely inconsistent with history. Zhou Xiaomo couldn't bear to listen. This tampering with history is amazing enough. He was worthless to beat Emperor Yang of Sui and actually transferred the great achievements of developing the Grand Canal to Emperor Gaozong of Tang Li Zhi. Even if you want to curry favor with Emperor Zetian, you can't do this. Even if you succeed, the king will defeat the enemy, you can't be shameless. Do you want to erase the miracle of Qin Shihuang's unification of China and count it on the emperors of the Tang Dynasty?

Zhou Xiaomo felt that it was more interesting to listen to this kind of common saying that subverted history than to lie on the table and peeking through the gap of his arms at Yun Yiren's flat breast wrapped in a chest scarf. This breast was strangled, just like Zhou Xiaomo's inner desire, and once it was released, I wonder how many trembling it would tremble?

Seven times?

Zhou Xiaomo swallowed. Five years later, the ban was lifted, and the labor and capital could have the ability to lie in the chest wrapper overnight and not get out of it.

When Yun Yiren sat down, she was sitting intentionally or unintentionally between Zhou Xiaomo and Yingying, with a graceful expression, gently shaking the folding fan, intentionally or unintentionally, fanning the breath of her body to Zhou Xiaomo who was distracted.

While I was wandering around in my chest scarf and ambiguous breath, Zhou Xiaomo suddenly felt a soft little hand put on the back of his hand, and Yun Yiren's voice came from his ear: "Brother Zhou, it's time for you to go on stage."

When he looked up, he wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth on his arm, and Zhou Xiaomo looked at Yingying.

Yingying was also looking at Zhou Xiaomo. Seeing him looking at her, she became more confident. She stood up, walked to the table in the center, reached out to pick up Fang Mu, imitated Zhou Xiaomo, and slapped the table with ease: "Today, I will tell you a long martial arts novel, the passionate swordsman, the ruthless swordsman!"

Zhou Xiaomo secretly praised Yingying for not being nervous and threw an admiring smile at her.

What is a martial arts novel?

The tea lovers were confused. A young woman wanted to talk about martial arts novels? What's going on?
Chapter completed!