Legend of Monsters: The Prince Saw a Ghost Alive

Chapter 33 The Private Life of Prince Zhan

His clothes are black and white, neat and clean, such a monotonous color match surprisingly suits his body, exuding an aura that is not close to the world of mortals and inviolable.

Qingchi's fingers were just about to touch the hem of Bei Jiuyuan's clothes, and if she felt the delicate and refined dark lines on the hem of the clothes, she was stopped by Bei Jiuyuan.

Bei Jiuyuan tore off the talisman paper, crumpled it into a ball and threw it out of the window, then let go of Qingchi, closed his eyes and rested, without looking at her.

Qing Chi failed, very depressed: "Are you looking down on Pindao?"

"No."

"Then why don't you look at me or talk to me?"

"I feel my eyes swell, and my tongue is wasted."

When you arrive in a big city, the prosperity in the city is unmatched by a small country town.The streets are full of traffic, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians.There are pavers on both sides of the street, some sell food and some play, and there are also entertainers performing juggling on the street, surrounded by people clapping and applauding.

Qingchi and the others will settle down in the city for a day.But before arriving at the inn, Qing Chi couldn't wait to jump off the carriage and blend into the bustling street scene.Bei Jiuyuan had no choice but to let Beicheng follow her.

Beicheng became Qingchi's mobile purse.Whenever she wants to buy anything, Beicheng has to take the initiative to pay for it.There is no way, who made her the prince's best friend.

Bei Jiuyuan and the others went to live in the inn temporarily.He waited here for a long time, but no one came back.

Qingchi had a great time shopping in the street, eating, watching, and playing. She watched juggling on the street for a while, and felt dissatisfied, so she went to another place where there were crowds of people.

Unexpectedly, there is an open-air storyteller there, the environment is much quieter than the main street, with a shed above the head, and tea is served.

There is a thin middle-aged man in the middle, with a table in front of him and two books on it, and he is eloquently telling everyone street stories.

The audience in the shed listened intently.When encountering such a situation, Qingchi always has to move forward.Back then, her master was surrounded in the middle to give lectures like this, and she collected money and counted the money. It was not easy to make a living, so she always wanted to cheer.

The story the middle-aged man told happened to be of interest to her.She heard the words "King of War" when she was still outside the shed, and walked towards the shed involuntarily.

The King of War is Beiheng's hero. Qing Chi's understanding of him is mostly from stories in the market, except for the simple description of Master.

What the storyteller is telling is the story of the boy who became famous in the first battle of the king of war.Dongming is a mysterious country, covered with snow all year round. People in Dongming are not afraid of severe cold and live a long life. It is said that the royal family of Dongming can live up to 200 years, or even longer according to the nobility of blood.

Covered by a vast snowy area, and within the borders of the country, there is an illusion that outsiders cannot break through. I thought it was a country that would never be destroyed.Unexpectedly, the King of Battle of Beiheng sent his troops into the country, passing through the snowy illusion, and smashing the capital of Dongming.

The storyteller was exaggerating. He described the war between Beiheng and Dongming as fierce and tragic, and Qingchi's mood was also ups and downs.

Even though he was inexplicably sad, Qingchi still took these as stories and listened to them.Taking advantage of the end of the story, Qingchi suddenly asked a gossip question that everyone cared about: "Excuse me, sir, what is the private life of Lord Zhan?"

As soon as this question came out, the crowd was passionate.

Seeing the storyteller stroking his beard, Beicheng had a premonition that he might say something bad, so he said, "Master Daoist, let's go back, your lord has been waiting at the inn for a long time."

Qingchi said: "Don't worry, we will return after Pingdao finishes listening to this story."

Then I heard the storyteller casually say: "As for the private life of Prince Zhan... On the battlefield, the prince is majestic, and when he is off the battlefield, he will be majestic. Although there is no news that Prince Zhan married a princess, but I heard that in Shangjing, girls fight every day to fight the prince, and the girls waiting in line to give birth to the prince can go around the city three times hand in hand..."

Seeing that Qingchi was fascinated by listening to it, Beicheng said, "The rumors are unbelievable, this storyteller is purely for the prince's popularity."

It was after noon that Qingchi returned late with a lot of satisfaction.Qingchi only told Bei Jiuyuan two stories before going back to his room, while Beicheng reported every detail beside Bei Jiuyuan, even telling the storyteller.

When Bei Jiuyuan heard about the battle with Dongming back then, his expression couldn't distinguish between happiness and anger, and his breath had already cooled down.

On the second day, the storytelling place was still there.Before Qingchi left, he dragged Bei Jiuyuan to listen.Today's topic has shifted from the private life of the war king to the sex life of the war king...

Beicheng persuaded from the side in a cold sweat: "My lord, it's getting late, you should get on the road early, you don't need to listen to these nonsense, so as not to pollute your eyes and ears."

Speech is relatively free in Beiheng, and what's more, storytellers only tell stories, and the general government will not pay attention to these.There are also countless versions of the story about the King of War in Shangjing.

At this time, Qing Chi heard the story of the storyteller into his ears, unconsciously grabbed Bei Jiuyuan's hand, and sighed: "Ah, I didn't expect Zhan Wang to be such a chaotic person! Fortunately, Pindao has always Have a good impression of him!"

Bei Jiuyuan frowned, this place is really not suitable for staying.So before the storyteller finished speaking, he carried Qingchi into the carriage.

Qing Chi leaned on the window, looked at the shed reluctantly, and said: "I haven't finished listening, it's not too late to leave after listening."

Bei Jiuyuan rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "If you have anything else you want to know, you might as well ask me. You actually believe those nonsense outside? Aren't you afraid of tarnishing your good impression of the King of War?"

When Qingchi heard it, he thought it was true: "That's right, the poor Taoist almost forgot that you are also an official, and you should be a colleague of Lord Zhan. Then you can talk about the girls who are waiting in line to give birth to King Zhan." Is it a lot?"

"I haven't counted."

"Then he is really powerful, and he can deal with many girls in one night?"

Bei Jiuyuan's face became tense, "If I remember correctly, the version in the capital should be that he has not married yet, and all the women in the capital know that he is not close to women, so there are rumors that he has Long Yang good."

Qing Chi's eyes lit up, "Then which version is more reliable?"

Bei Jiuyuan looked down at her: "Naturally, the capital is reliable."

"Then he is really as good as Long Yang?"

Bei Jiuyuan was holding a Buddhist bead in his hand, twiddling the sandalwood beads gracefully with his fingers, and said quietly: "People in the world can't believe it. He is just a little bit alone."

Qingchi clapped his hands again and sighed: "Heroes are doomed to be lonely. Your words are the most convincing to the poor." As she spoke, she looked up at Bei Jiuyuan again, "Do you know Lord Zhan very well? You and him Very familiar?"

Bei Jiuyuan: "Because I am."

(End of this chapter)