Chapter 302 (Extra) Control

The teahouse was packed with people, because the storyteller in the teahouse was eloquent and the stories he told were very interesting.

The storyteller knocked 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 away foreign enemies and eliminated internal troubles, and retired four years ago."

The people listening to the story in the building booed.

"Even three-year-olds know the story of the King of Beilin and his wife. Let's tell a new one."

"That's right."

The storyteller stroked his beard, "What I'm going to tell you today is not something you've heard before, but some unknown stories."

Everyone pricked up their ears, "What unknown stories?"

"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 the battle that year. The King of Beilin was injured in that battle, causing his health to deteriorate. It was really difficult to continue. You only know that the King of Beilin won the battle with the Beirong people that year, but you don't know the key to victory. Today, I will tell you about it."

"It is said that the two armies faced each other that day, the drums of war were beating, and the shouts of killing shook the sky. One side was the Qingyun Guards wearing black armor. At that time, the King of Beilin held a Jingshuang. He was tall and mighty, with sword eyebrows in his temples, and his eyes were like lightning. A roar could scare the enemy..."

Everyone listened with relish.

On the railing of the second floor, there was a delicate and delicate young man lying on the ground. He looked about seven or eight years old and looked like a white dough.

Next to him was another young man of the same age. If you look closely, you can find that their eyebrows and eyes are very similar.

"Their shields are like city walls, their long swords are like tigers, and wherever they pass, the enemies fall to the ground one after another..."

The old man who told the story was passionate, and the audience exclaimed in shock from time to time.

The young man supported his chin and listened, and couldn't help yawning, "Nonsense."

He turned his head to look at another child and asked, "Brother, do you think they are talking nonsense?"

The boy ignored him, and the young man turned back again. It turned out that there was another person behind him, who looked about ten years old.

"Brother Xuan, do you think they are talking nonsense?"

The young man called Brother Xuan smiled gently, "It is indeed a little different from what we know."

The young master nodded with satisfaction, "I said that, giving up the throne to uncle was clearly because of Dad's playfulness and laziness, and his health has long been recovered."

"On the battlefield, swords and guns clashed, and blood flowed. I saw the King of Beilin wielding a sword and slashing the body of the Beirong soldier with a sword..."

The old man who was telling the story paused, slowly picked up the tea and took a sip.

The people below stretched their necks, "Then what? What happened next?"

The old man who was telling the story cleared his throat, "The Beirong soldier screamed on the spot, and his body was cut in half by the King of Beilin with a sword. When he fell to the ground, his upper body was still crawling on the ground..."

The audience in the hall were excited, as if they were on the battlefield, seeing the scene of the King of Beilin wielding a sword to kill the enemy with their own eyes.

The young master upstairs rolled his eyes and couldn't help but raise his voice, "It's just nonsense, it's irrelevant."

The old storyteller downstairs was taking a breath, and it was very quiet. He suddenly heard this sentence and immediately looked up. Seeing that it was a child, he waved his hand.

"Child, don't make trouble, go home to your parents."

The young master hated being called a child the most, and immediately slapped the railing, "It's obviously you who are talking nonsense, I... the King of Beilin is not like what you said."

"Oh?" The old man was interested, "Then tell me, what is the King of Beilin like?"

The boy next to him pulled the sleeve of the young master, and the young master raised his arm to break free, and said loudly:

"The King of Beilin is weak and fragile. If he walks far, he needs the princess to lead him, otherwise he won't walk. He needs the princess to peel shrimps for him, otherwise he won't eat them. He even needs the princess to pick the bones from fish. He is not as majestic as you said."

The hall immediately burst into laughter.

The old man stroked his beard and said, "If the King of Beilin knew that he was so weak in your eyes, I wonder what he would think."

There was another burst of laughter downstairs, and it was obvious that they all didn't believe it.

The angry young master grabbed the child beside him and said, "Brother, tell them, is it true what I said?"

"They won't listen even if you say it, don't care what they say." The other young master was obviously more calm.

The storyteller laughed again, "I will continue to tell the story, little kid, stop talking nonsense."

The young master put his hands on his waist, his chest heaving with anger, and he was even more frightened when he heard this. He grabbed a sword on the table and was about to jump down by the railing.

Just as he climbed over the railing, his neck suddenly tightened, and he was grabbed by the back of the collar and lifted up in the air, with his legs kicking wildly in the air.

When he looked back and saw who was holding him, the child stopped struggling immediately and hung in the hands of the person who came like a dried fish.

Xie Tingzhou lifted the child up and looked him in the eye. "You dare to draw the sword and cut people when you are not even as tall as the sword?"

"Daddy is talking nonsense." The young master shrank his neck when he was lifted up, and did not forget to retort: ​​"I am much taller than the sword."

Xie Tingzhou put Xie Yu down, "What did Dad teach you?"

Xie Yu was like a different person in front of Xie Tingzhou, standing very well, "Dad told me to listen to Mom."

"Then what?" Xie Tingzhou glared at her.

Xie Yu said: "If Mom doesn't like what I teach, I will do 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. After looking at the beam for a long time, she seemed to see a flower.

"Is mother wrong?" Xie Yu asked with her head raised.

Xie Tingzhou was in a dilemma and said helplessly: "Your mother must be right, but there must be a condition for doing it if you are unhappy."

"What condition?"

"You have to be taller than your father, at least taller than your mother." Xie Tingzhou said nonsense seriously.

Xie Yu looked up. Her father was really too tall. She was afraid that she would not grow so tall in her life. If she really grew so tall, she was afraid that she would not be able to get married.

But if she was taller than her mother, she should be able to get married in another ten years.

Xie Tingzhou patted Xie Yu on the head and looked at Xie Jin beside him.

"Why don't you watch your sister?"

Xie Jin said: "Sister is wilder than mother, I can't watch her."

Xie Tingzhou: "...your mother is gentle and kind, not wild."

"That's what my uncle said." Xie Jin said seriously.

Xie Tingzhou was impressed, and when he turned around, Shen Yu was gone.

"Xuan'er."

"Uncle." Li Xuan walked up.

Xie Tingzhou leaned over and whispered in his ear, and Li Xuan laughed immediately, "I know, uncle."

Xie Tingzhou raised his foot to leave, but was suddenly hugged by Xie Yu, "Dad, where are you going?"

"Your mother and I are going to Linyan Island to see an old friend." Xie Tingzhou said.

"I want to go too, you always take mother out to play, but you don't take us."

Xie Tingzhou pulled Xie Yu away, "When you grow up and get married, let your husband take you."

Xie Yu didn't let go, and Xie Jin pulled her sleeves.

"Sister, stop bothering daddy. Let's go to Yi'an with Brother Xuan."

A group of people were walking on the street. A man was followed by three children. They were all 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 children in a menacing manner, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"He's holding me." Xie Tingzhou pursed his lips.

"Who's holding you?"

Xie Tingzhou pointed to the side, pointing at Xie Jin, and then lifted the curtain and got on the carriage.

The three children stood side by side, trying not to laugh. Shen Yu pointed at Xie Jin and got on 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."

Shen Yu's heart skipped a beat, "Uh... what are they going to Yi'an for?"

Xie Tingzhou opened his eyes, "What do you think?"

Xie Tingzhou suddenly reached out, pulled him over, and pressed him against the wall of the car.

"Is Jiang Ji sick? One letter in March, another in May. Who cares about the gifts he brought to the children? Who cares if he is in Yi'an or somewhere else? Why doesn't he go to the underworld?"

Jiang Lianzhi traveled all over the world. Every time he arrived at a place, he would write a letter, telling about the local customs and customs, and bringing some small toys to the children.

It happened that the children liked him very much, and Xie Tingzhou was so angry that he regretted not beheading him that year.