Treating the Concubine, Eliminating the Wife: Reborn, I Refuse to Marry the Scumbag and Marry the Pr

The teahouse was packed with seats because the storyteller in the teahouse was eloquent and eloquent, and the stories he told were also extremely interesting.

The storyteller knocked the wood in his hand, and the teahouse suddenly became quiet.

"Dear readers, today I will talk about King Beilin and Princess Beilin, who drove away foreign enemies and eliminated internal troubles, and then successfully retired four years ago."

The audience in the building hissed.

"Even a three-year-old knows the story of King Beilin and his concubine. Let's tell it in a new way."

"that is."

The storyteller stroked his beard and said, "What I want to tell today are not the ones everyone has heard of, but some unknown stories."

Everyone's ears immediately pricked up, "What's an unknown story?"

"Eight years ago, King Beilin and his wife took charge of the dynasty, but four years ago they retired to leave their talents to the current emperor. Do you know why?"

"This matter must start from the battle that year. King Beilin was injured in that battle, which caused his body to deteriorate. It was really unsustainable. You only know that the battle between King Beilin and the Beirong people won a beautiful victory. , but I don’t know the key to victory. Today I will tell you.”

"It is said that the two armies were facing each other that day. The war drums were beating and the shouts of killing were loud. On one side was the Qingyun Guard wearing black armor. At that time, the king of Beilin was holding a Jingshuang. He was tall and powerful, with sword eyebrows on his temples, and his eyes were Like electricity, a roar can make enemies tremble..."

Everyone listened with great interest.

Lying on the railing on the second floor was a handsome young man. He looked about seven or eight years old and had a doughy face.

There is a young master of similar age next to him. If you look closely, you can see that their eyebrows are very similar.

"Their shields were like city walls, and their swords were like tigers. Wherever they passed, the enemies fell to the ground..."

The old storyteller spoke impassionedly, and the audience occasionally let out shocked exclamations.

The young master listened with his chin propped up and couldn't help but yawned, "Nonsense."

He turned to look at the other child and asked, "Brother, do you think they are talking nonsense?"

The boy ignored him, and the young master turned around 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 who was called Brother Xuan smiled gently, "It is indeed somewhat different from what we know."

The young master nodded with satisfaction, "Let me just say, giving up the throne to uncle is obviously because of my father's playfulness and laziness. His health has already recovered."

"On the battlefield, swords and guns clashed, and blood flowed freely. I saw King Beilin rising up with his sword, and slashed across the body of the Beirong soldiers with one sword..."

The old storyteller paused, then slowly picked up the tea and took a sip.

The person below stretched his neck, "What then? What happened next?"

The old storyteller cleared his throat, "The Beirong soldier screamed on the spot, and his body was cut in half by King Beilin's knife. When he fell to the ground, his upper body was still crawling on the ground..."

The spectators in the hall were so excited that they felt as if they were on the battlefield and saw with their own eyes the scene of King Beilin wielding his sword to kill the enemy.

The young man upstairs rolled his eyes and couldn't help but raise his voice, "It's just nonsense. It's completely wrong."

The old storyteller downstairs was taking a breather, and everything was quiet. Hearing this sentence, he immediately looked up and waved his hand when he saw it was a child.

"Children, don't act nonsense. Go home to your parents."

The young master hated being called a child, so he immediately slapped the railing and said, "You are obviously talking nonsense. I...King Beilin is not what you said."

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

The boy next to him tugged on the young master's sleeve. The young master raised his arm to break away and said loudly:

"The king of Beilin is so weak that he has to be held by the princess when he walks far, otherwise he won't go. When eating shrimps, he has to be peeled by the princess, otherwise he won't eat them. Even fish has to be picked by the princess, so he is not as powerful as you say."

The audience burst into laughter.

The old man stroked his beard and said: "If King Beilin knew that he was so weak in your eyes, I don't know what he would think."

There was another burst of laughter downstairs, obviously not believing it.

The young master was so angry that he grabbed the children beside him and said, "Brother, tell them, is this 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 old storyteller laughed again, "Little old man, I will continue to talk, little baby, stop talking nonsense."

The young master put his hands on his hips and his chest heaved with anger. Hearing this, it became even more outrageous. He grabbed a sword on the table and was about to jump down while holding on to the railing.

As soon as I climbed over the railing, the back of my neck suddenly tightened. Someone grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up in the air. My legs kept kicking in the air.

When he turned around and saw the person carrying him clearly, the child immediately stopped struggling and hung in the person's hand like a dried fish.

Xie Tingzhou lifted the baby up and looked into his eyes, "You dare to draw your sword and kill people when you are not tall enough?"

"Daddy, you're talking nonsense." The young master was forced to shrink his neck and retorted: "I'm already much taller than the sword."

Xie Tingzhou put Xie Yu down and asked, "How do you usually teach me?"

Xie Yu seemed to be a different person in front of Xie Tingzhou, standing properly, "Father told me to listen to mother."

"Then what?" Xie Tingzhou looked at her.

Xie Yu said: "Mom, just do it if you don't like it!"

Xie Tingzhou choked and looked back at the person behind him, with questioning eyes. Shen Yu blinked innocently and looked up at the beam above her head. She looked at one beam for a long time, as if she could see flowers. .

"Is what mom said wrong?" Xie Yu asked, raising her head.

Xie Tingzhou couldn't get off the tiger, and said helplessly: "Your mother must be right, but there must be conditions for doing it if you don't feel comfortable."

"What conditions?"

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

Xie Yu raised her head. She was really too tall. She was afraid she would never grow this tall in her life. If she really grew this tall, she might not be able to get married.

But if he is taller than his mother, he should be fine in another ten years.

Xie Tingzhou patted Xie Yu's head and looked at Xie Jin aside.

"Why don't you look at your sister?"

Xie Jin said: "My sister is more wild than my mother, I can't help it."

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

"This is what my uncle said." Xie Jin said seriously.

Xie Tingzhou sighed in admiration, but when he turned around, Shen Yu was nowhere to be seen.

"Xuan'er."

"Uncle." Li Xuan stepped forward.

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

Xie Tingzhou raised his feet and was about to leave, but Xie Yu hugged his legs suddenly, "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 your mother out to play, but you don't even take us."

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

Xie Yu didn't let go, and his sleeve was pulled by Xie Jin.

"Sister, stop pestering dad, 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. He was tall and handsome, attracting countless passersby's attention. However, the man in front had a slightly darker complexion.

Shen Yu was waiting in front of the carriage. When she saw Xie Tingzhou approaching menacingly with her child, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"He pinched me." Xie Tingzhou pursed his lips.

"Who's pinching you?"

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

The three children stood side by side, holding back laughter but not daring to laugh. Shen Yu pointed at Xie Jin and followed her into the carriage.

"Why did Jin'er take advantage of you?"

Xie Tingzhou leaned against the car wall and crossed his arms, "He said they were going to Yi'an."

Shen Yu's heart skipped a beat, "Uh... why are you going to Yi'an?"

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

Xie Tingzhou suddenly stretched out his hand, pulled the person over and pressed him against the car wall.

"Is Jiang Ji sick? There was one letter in March and another in May. Who cares about the gifts he brought to his children? Who cares whether he is in Yi'an or where he is? Why doesn't he go to the underworld?"

Jiang Lianzhi traveled all over the world, and would write a letter to every place he visited, telling about the local customs and customs, and also bringing some gadgets to a few children.

It happened that several children liked him very much, and Xie Tingzhou was so angry that he regretted not killing him back then.