The Queen Mother's Kitchen Knife

Chapter 273
The storyteller stepped off the stage with a smile and came to Min Zhi's side. Seeing Min Zhi dressed as a woman, he asked, "Madam, what are your orders?"

Min Zhi beckoned and brought the storyteller to an unobtrusive corner of the teahouse.

Then before the storyteller burst into a flattering smile, Min Zhi took the money bag and threw it at the storyteller's head!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!The sound of clattering silver is very pleasant, but it is not so pleasant to hear the silver lumps hitting the head.

Xia Lian was so angry that she blushed, she smashed it well, wouldn't she smash him to death?Dare to speak ill of Miss!
The little old man was beaten with bruises all over his head: "Hey, ma'am, stop, the little old man is going to be beaten to death!"

"Silver is a good thing, isn't it?" Min Zhi hit hard, banging loudly, "It's a good thing, you just get close to it!" This kind of person just doesn't clean up and doesn't show any morals.This time, she actually talked about the master's head, which is really intolerable for her!
Holding the money bag as a weapon, Min Zhi hit it, Xia Lian blocked it, and soon, the storyteller couldn't find Bei, begging for mercy repeatedly.

"Ma'am, Ma'am, I was wrong, I was wrong, if you have anything to say, don't hit me." A storyteller who has done such bad things a lot naturally knows that this lady is probably here to trouble him.

Min Zhi withdrew his hands, looked at the storyteller who was grinning and rubbing his head, and smiled: "Even the lady of the Duke Protector's Mansion dares to scare the choreographer, don't you know that Miss Hua is going to marry the Prince Regent!"

As soon as he heard that it was someone from the Duke Huguo's mansion, the storyteller suddenly tensed up and fell to his knees with a "plop".

He kowtowed again and again: "The little one is convicted, please forgive me! The young one is just greedy for money, and I am obsessed with money, please forgive me!"

"Don't put gold on your face, you're the only one who pays back money!" Min Zhi rolled his eyes, "Okay, listen to me."

"Say it, madam!"

"You go up, and then..."

Minzhi said with joy, Xia Lian was dumbfounded.After a long while, the storyteller returned to the stage with trembling legs and started speaking.

"Cough...cough cough, let's continue talking about this... Miss Hua is a watch... a watch..." Thinking of Min Zhi standing on the stage and staring at him, the little old man trembled as he spoke.

The tea drinkers were dissatisfied: "What have you eaten, is your tongue tied?"

The storyteller smiled dryly, trying hard to recall the words that slandered Miss Hua before.Storytellers naturally recognize money but not people.Before that, he took other people's money, and he spat in the middle of the teahouse.Now that Min Zhi's money has been collected, it's natural that he can't speak clearly.After finally remembering a few words, he stammered and settled down.

Just when the storyteller mentioned another joke about Hua Rongyue's cruel and merciless fabrication, Min Zhi suddenly jumped up from the audience, pointed at the storyteller's nose and cursed!
"Well, you nonsense, why are you slandering my lady!"

While cursing, he also rushed forward to beat him.

The sudden change made the whole teahouse stunned.Minzhi was threatening: "My lady, who is like a fairy, why are you talking nonsense!"

He grabbed the tea bowl on the table and threw it at the storyteller's forehead.

"I slapped your mouth and ate mud!"

The storyteller ran away, dodging on the stage and yelling: "Little old man is not talking nonsense, alas, alas, why are you beating people casually!"

"It was you who hit me, and you have ruined my young lady's reputation!"

The two of them usually chased back and forth on the stage when they were acting, and the storyteller was determined not to slip off the stage no matter how difficult it was to hide.Minzhi chased and questioned, the storyteller would rather die than surrender.When Xiao Er from the teahouse was about to step up to stop him, Min Zhi picked up Xing Mu from the table, pointed at the storyteller and threw it at him!
(End of this chapter)