Please, I Really Don't Want Her Majesty The Empress To Be Pregnant.

A commentary is over.

The interest of the guests in the teahouse has not diminished!

One by one clamored for another episode, saying nothing to let him go!

The first day of the opening of Gu's Tea House.

Business is booming!

Lao Yang counted the money with his head, and he was so happy from ear to ear!

"Storyteller, let's talk again, where did the peerless powerhouse go after seriously injuring Emperor Yu?"

"Yes! This is the key!"

"Speak out, and I will give you all my salary for this month!"

"..."

The crowd is passionate.

Mr. Storyteller is in a dilemma.

second floor.

Mu Yuyan smiled imperceptibly, pursed her red lips lightly, and thought to herself that he is right next to me, in the same teahouse as you...

At this time.

A golden ingot flew out from the corner of the first floor, and landed on the storyteller's tea table unexpectedly.

Everyone's eyes are straight!

I didn't expect there were rich children in this teahouse!

"Storyteller, tell me about the strength of the priest. Can he really be that much stronger than Emperor Yu?"

It was the crisp voice of a girl.

Everyone followed the sound.

See in the corner.

The girl was not very old, with a soft face, black hair hanging down her waist in two bundles, her clothes did not look like those of Dajing locals, and there was a blood-red umbrella at her feet.

Sitting opposite the table was an old woman with a wrinkled face, expressionless, looking a bit lifeless!

"is her..."

Mu Yuyan's beautiful eyes noticed this little girl.

Heartbeat!

The King of Beiming also sent a portrait before.

Naturally, she recognized that this was the little Princess Anqiu who sneaked out from Beiming Palace and ran to Dajing to attract the attention of all.

"What a coincidence, I met my husband just after we came out."

Mu Yuyan thought secretly, still leaning against Gu Lan, intending to quietly watch what she wanted to do.

Gu Lan's eyes also fell on Luan Xiaoyao.

Oh, he is actually a master of the imperial realm!

The bone age is not large.

With such a Cultivation Base at such an age, he must not be an unknown person on the mainland.

"Thank you, miss, for your grace! Thank you, thank you!"

Mr. Storyteller didn't intend to say anything.

Because what he knew about Gu Lan's deeds was indeed limited, and he was afraid of being exposed if he continued.

but.

With a lot of money, you have to make it up!

"Speaking of the strength of the great priest in the Tianji Pavilion, there is no limit... The fact that he crushed Emperor Dayu that day has proved a lot!"

"And look at the traces in the capital!"

"If you think about it, it's not impossible for at least a fairy-level power, or even a breakthrough to become a saint, to step into a place that no one has reached on the mainland for thousands of years!"

"..."

The storyteller is eloquent.

Gu Lan supported the forehead.

This time, he guessed the truth by mistake, but his bearded and staring expression always gives people a feeling of being embarrassed...

The voice fell to the ground.

The audience in the teahouse boiled up!

"Is that great priest so strong, but I heard from a friend who was on the errand in Habayashi Wei that he seemed to be quite young!"

"Young means that the Talent is superb!"

"That's right, otherwise, how could he be enshrined by the Tianji Pavilion? He is a peerless powerhouse who caused two visions of heaven and earth!"

"Hahaha! Fortunately, this peerless powerhouse belongs to our Dajing, and the other dynasties don't have such a shadow!"

"..."

Mr. Storyteller blows along with the melon-eating crowd below.

Talking and laughing.

Anyway, they don't know the strength of the peerless powerhouse, but blind worship is over for those who can protect the people of Dajing!

On the second floor, Mu Yuyan raised her brows slightly when she heard it, and felt sweet in her heart.

He took a peek at Gu Lan.

He is expressionless.

"Sanggong, what people said is very good, let's reward it."

"..."

Gu Lan felt that it was not easy for him to make up his own deeds, so he nodded, just about to throw a silver coin from his sleeve.

But listen!

Luan Xiaoyao snorted coldly in the corner!

"Hmph! What kind of enshrined Tianji Pavilion can defeat Emperor Yu at such a young age? How is it possible!"

Luan Xiaoyao pointed her nose at Mr. Storyteller:

"You must be bragging!"

Mr. Storyteller looked embarrassed: "This..."

"You little girl, how can you slander our strong men in Yasukuni?"

"Where is the stinky girl, if you can't speak, shut up!"

"If it weren't for the fact that you are a girl, if you dare to say that about our patron saint of Yasukuni, you will be punished!"

"..."

I have to say that the storyteller's words are still deceptive.

Just a cup of tea.

Gu Lan has changed from a mysterious peerless powerhouse to the patron saint of the people of Yasukuni!

Everyone admires!

At this moment, everyone was full of righteous indignation and hated Luan Xiaoyao for a while, and directly made her laugh angrily!

Holding the handle of the red paper umbrella with her tender little hand, she turned it gently!

Everyone hasn't reacted yet!

The storyteller's table and the clothes were torn apart at the same time, becoming pieces all over the place!

"what!"

Mr. Storyteller blushed.

He hurried to the backyard.

In the teahouse.

After seeing Luan Xiaoyao's extraordinary, everyone shut up knowingly, and the few who shouted just now didn't dare to speak anymore!

Luan Xiaoyao smiled triumphantly, and walked slowly to the center of the main hall.

And the second floor.

The Empress frowned imperceptibly.

This little girl is indeed a troublemaker... Gu Lang is here today, otherwise I will teach you a lesson myself!

Mu Yuyan was a little annoyed.

Actually it is not because Luan Xiaoyao is showing off her power in her own territory, but because she is singing against the crowd who say good things about Gu Lan!

this moment.

All eyes were on Luan Xiaoyao.

I don't know what she is going to do.

"Ghost, hang up the prepared banner for me!" Luan Xiaoyao ordered.

"...yes."

The hag hesitated a little.

But he did it anyway.

The figure of the old woman appeared in front of the Hundred Flowers Arena, and a huge banner was pulled out, flapping in the wind!

The words on the banner:

"Tianji Pavilion enshrines! Do you dare to fight me, Luan Xiaoyao? Let's see if the Princess will beat you!"

After finishing this task, the ghost woman returned to the teahouse again.

The people who eat melons inside and outside the building are dumbfounded!

Let me go, this is to challenge our Yasukuni peerless master?

What is the origin of this Luan Xiaoyao! ?

Under the spotlight.

Luan Xiaoyao laughed with her hips on her hips: "Haha! That's right, this princess is here to challenge you to be the number one expert in the Yasukuni. This time, I want the top spot on the top list!"

After she finished speaking, she stepped into the air and stood up with an umbrella.

Fly straight to the Hundred Flowers Arena!

"This girl, looks so refined..."

Gu Lan shook his head and smiled, sighing slightly.

Naturally, he will not go out to fight.

Even if you don't care about the risk of self-exposure, you won't go...they are already married adults, who would bully a little girl with two ponytails!

The emperor's realm beats the emperor's realm.

There are three big Realms short!

Wouldn't that push her to the ground and rub her, and finally cry and call her daddy?

Gu Lan has always respected the old and loved the young, and never bullied the weak.

At this time!

Because of Luan Xiaoyao's commotion, pedestrians on Dongzhi Street stopped one after another.

The diners in the Chunyue Building on the opposite bank saw the banner, and they also stretched their heads to look out.

Even the...well, the guests in Miaoyin Pavilion stopped what they were doing, and looked at the blood-red umbrella on the Baihua Arena in amazement!

Luan Xiaoyao landed on the Hundred Flowers Arena.

Look around.

Several Sect children are competing, and next to them are the Rogue Cultivators who are coming off the bench.