kingnovel Chapter 181 Asking the Storyteller
Chapter 181 Asking the Storyteller
In the afternoon, Zhao Huaiqing and Wu Huan went to Kyoto Restaurant. Not to mention Gu Qingyun, even they both missed Kyoto Restaurant very much.
In just 7 days, I don’t know how much disgusting food I ate.
The customers of those restaurants and teahouses are basically drama fans, so naturally the food wouldn't be very delicious.
"Autumnal Equinox, I want to eat this, and I also want to eat this..."
Seeing that Zhao Huaiqing was eager to devour the entire menu, An Qiao stopped him and said, "Sir, are you still thinking about it...?" After all, eating so much... it feels like you can't finish it.
But some of the onlookers couldn't help but have starry eyes, especially those who loved listening to love stories the most.
No matter what angle they are looking at, they can hear it in a unique way.
At this time, An Qiao said this sentence every day and she would also ask other diners.
But in the eyes of these people, it became that the sister-in-law cared about the younger brothers under her eldest brother.
An Qiao quickly noticed those unsatisfied gazes, and suddenly felt that the person who designed this plan was really smart.
He just threw out a thread, and this thread entangled a lot of people tightly. He didn't need to make any extra explanations. The expected second round of public opinion did not come, but those who believed his first round of rumors made the matter bigger and bigger.
Many people took all of this seriously.
Even when Gu Qingyun returned home last night, he was interrogated by the old marquis and the princess.
Once again, the family affairs are not compatible, and my wife will have a hard time in the future.
How could you do such an irresponsible thing and not bring it home?
Sometimes I worry that I will get fatter and fatter in the future.
Then he was worried that this young lady had been a palace maid and her family was not high, so she could only be a concubine.
After all, marriage is not someone’s business, but a matter between two families.
Gu Qingyun could only deny it helplessly, saying that he and Miss An Qiao from the Kyoto Restaurant had fallen into someone else's trap and it was not really as the rumors said.
But the old couple soon said that if it was just the same thing they talked about with others, then the news would become more and more serious, and it would be difficult for anyone to get married in the future, so they had to resolve the issue as soon as possible.
At the same time, I felt that I had eaten a lot of food in Kyoto restaurants in the past six months, and I always felt that something was weird, as if it would be a pity if I didn't get married.
Gu Qingyun had no choice but to accompany the old couple until midnight. He was sleepy, but the old couple was still arguing.
In the end, he taught Gu Qingyun that older young people should get married earlier, otherwise they would have no room to refute rumors spread outside. If he did something to let down the young lady, he would have to take responsibility even if it was not his family affairs.
Gu Qingyun was so sleepy that he kept nodding his head. It was all right, it was all right, it was all good, as long as he could sleep, anything was fine.
So Gu Qingyun was particularly irritable today, walking around in circles in the Dali Temple. Xin Hai tried to stop him at first, but later he stopped trying and just let him walk around in circles.
Now, before Zhao Huaiqing and Wu Huan returned, the rumor spread that the Shaoqing was afraid that he would ruin the reputation of his future lady, so he did not dare to eat at the restaurants in Kyoto, and was anxiously walking around in the courtyard of the Dali Temple.
Originally, the yard was not completely enclosed, and Gu Qingyun spent the entire afternoon wandering around it, so naturally many people saw it.
On the other side, Zhao Huaiqing and Wu Huan finally had their meal. They ate ravenously, taking turns taking a bite, and there was no leftovers at all.
"Miss An, let's go find the storyteller in your store." Wu Huan said slowly. In fact, his voice was already very low, but the people around him couldn't help but listen.
This belongs to the Dali Temple, which means this is the center of gossip gathering.
An Qiao nodded and called the storyteller, "Mr. Banshan, someone is looking for you."
Although it is winter, An Qiao is still lazy. When it is not time for her to work, she feels very relaxed and always lies down with her hands spread out.
When Xu Banshan heard the shopkeeper calling him, he came immediately. In fact, he had been itching to do something after seeing all these rumors these days. If possible, he would like to take An Qiao's place and use the pressure of public opinion to fight back.
After all, he once had a master who was very good at this.
There is no need to find out where the enemy is. He can directly use public opinion to set the pace and make all the people go where he wants.
"Mr. Banshan, please sit down." At this time, Zhao Huaiqing and Wu Huan had already taken the food away, and there were a lot of tea cakes and pastries on the table.
Xu Banshan sat down beside the two men. "I wonder what the two gentlemen want to talk to me about? Is it a private matter or a business matter?"
"It can be considered a private matter, but it can also be considered a public matter." Wu Huan looked at him. As a writer, he could sense the difference in just a few words.
"Well, please go ahead." Xu Banshan leisurely picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.
"I wonder if Mr. Banshan has a teacher? Now he is telling stories in a small restaurant in Kyoto Prefecture... It is said that his name is among the top three in Kyoto Prefecture. I wonder why Mr. Banshan doesn't stay in that restaurant to tell stories?" As soon as Zhao Huaiqing finished speaking, Xu Banshan laughed. Sure enough, he found his teacher. But it was no wonder that others suspected him.
This teacher was the old gentleman who taught him how to use the power of speech to change the situation.
"The hermit mountain man taught me for a few days. Once a teacher, always a father, so you can be considered my teacher." Xu Banshan unconsciously put his thoughts away.
This hermit mountain man never had any so-called inner disciples, and he was just a little boy who struggled around and wanted to be a storyteller.
It was also this hermit mountain man who kept him and taught him many skills that a storyteller should have.
"Mr. Banshan, do you think your teacher is very good at making up stories?" Zhao Huaiqing said in a roundabout way.
Xu Banshan said directly, "Since you two are friends of our shopkeeper, there is no need to beat around the bush with me. I know what you two want to ask. It is unlikely that this was done by my teacher. Although he once taught me how to use this method to turn people's attention to where I want them to go, this style does not look like his. The teacher is already over 70 years old and disdains to do these things. However... I do have a candidate for you to choose from."
Zhao Huaiqing couldn't help but squint his eyes in suspicion. After all, as an apprentice, he was embarrassed to sell out his master. But things didn't seem that simple.
"Hmm? What do you think?" Wu Huan said simply and directly.
Although it shouldn't be said, Wuhuan does have some filters for people who write books, paint, and write.
Such people always have some inexplicable pride. Since they say it is not, then it is probably not the case.