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Chapter 182 Jiangnan (2)

One of the tea guests answered, "If you want to say it's different, it's not very different. It's just that the statue of Nuwa in Yangzhou is not quite similar to the appearance I have seen before."

"That's right!" Before the tea guest finished speaking, the storyteller slapped Xingmu again, "This tricky thing is on the statue of the Nuwa Empress. The temple priests in this temple have seen the emperor more than once. Sitting on the futon, staring at the statue of Nuwa Empress in a daze, it's like thinking about an old friend..."

"Thinking of an old man? Could it be that there is also a romantic affair of the emperor?" The tea guests burst into laughter, hitting the storyteller's arms, and said casually, "This story is a long one. It is said that a few years ago the emperor kept a secret. On a private visit to Jiangnan, I met a young lady in a small temple, this girl was extremely beautiful..."

A young man in purple was sitting on the edge of the railing, drinking tea calmly facing the lake and mountains. He couldn't help laughing on his handsome face when he heard the storyteller's words, but the servant standing beside him frowned dissatisfiedly. Nonsense, slandering the Lord everywhere, do you want to..."

The young man raised his hand to interrupt his words, and his eyes showed dignity, "The folk customs in the south of the Yangtze River are simple and unrestrained, so it doesn't matter if you just talk and laugh."

"Yes." The servant tactfully kept silent, the emperor didn't like people being wordy, it's clear to a slave.

Jiangnan, the place where he and King De were born, a pure land where there is no court intrigue, looking at the calm lake, the young man stood up, if Xia Houling hadn't received the emperor's decree to find him and King De back then, maybe he Like others, I will find a beloved wife to start a family, start farming and start a business...

The storyteller is still trying his best to describe this episode of the emperor's love affair vividly, tactfully and lingeringly, as if he had seen it himself, the young man walked away with a flick of his sleeves, and the applause and clapping of tea guests came from the waterside pavilion from time to time...

(End of this chapter)