The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

"Everyone arrived on time."

The young man was wearing a grey robe. He smoothed his robe back with his hands and stood in front of the table. He held a ruler in his hand and scanned the crowd with an indifferent look.

"Sir, your storytelling is wonderful. After listening to it yesterday, I couldn't sleep. I just want to know what happened next."

"Yes, if you leave a tail every day, do you believe that you will be beaten to death one day?"

"We'll give you more money, and you can speak for half an hour longer today."

"We are still waiting for you to tell us the erotic story between the King of Zhenguo and the Queen of Wei!"

When everyone saw the young storyteller standing there, they became very excited and started to speak one after another, wishing they could give the silver in their hands to the other party.

"Storiest people should have their own morals. The old rules still apply. Each person gets five cents of silver and can only tell stories for two hours a day."

After the young storyteller finished speaking, everyone rushed forward enthusiastically and threw the five cents of silver they had prepared into the bag on the right side of the table. Then they heard the sound of silver colliding.

"Hehe! Old Huang, I love listening to books the most. It seems like he is quite popular. I'd like to join in the fun." Old Huang, a stingy man, took out five cents of silver from somewhere in his arms and threw it into the bag along with everyone else.

Some people stood at the back and didn't throw money, which was called freeloading. The young storyteller didn't seem to care. When he saw that most of the money had been thrown, he put away the bag, weighed it, and said, "Money is something outside of the body. You can't bring it with you when you are born and you can't take it with you when you die. It's enough to earn enough for a day's living."

"Sir, please stop wasting time. We are still waiting!"

Seeing the young storyteller's indifferent expression, everyone couldn't help but urge him.

"The coldest time of the night brings the most sorrow, and the haggard man is beyond words."

"Last time we talked about the Zhenguo Jun and the Queen of Wei. They were childhood sweethearts and were so in love that they wanted to fly together."

Snapped!

When the young storyteller reached this point, he slammed the ruler in his hand on the table. Everyone cheered and shouted "it was really good".

Only Ye Feng stood there, looking somewhat embarrassed. It was obvious that this fellow was telling a story, but in fact he was just making up rumors and using himself to satisfy the gossips of the people of Jinling City.

"As the saying goes, when rain falls from the sky it flows underground, and the young couple shouldn't bear grudges." When the young storyteller said this, the crowd did not cheer, but instead looked worried.

"The relationship between Zhenguo Jun and the Queen of Wei is so good, he won't run back again someday, right?"

"I think His Majesty the Emperor should take the initiative and quickly marry the King of Zhenguo."

"As long as Zhenguojun becomes the husband of the empress, it will be impossible for him to leave the Song Dynasty."

"I will go to the Ministry of Rites tomorrow to give them advice."

Everyone who was listening to the story could not help but talk about it, but the young storyteller looked calm. He held the ruler in his hand and waited for everyone to talk, and was in no hurry to continue.

"In order to help Lin Xiaoxiang ascend the throne, the King of Zhenguo established the Jinyiwei and controlled all the civil and military officials, princes and nobles in his hands."

"She was very powerful and her reputation reached its peak. As Lin Xiaoxiang ascended the throne and became emperor, her desire for power began to swell."

"Since ancient times, when the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked, and when the birds are gone, the good bows are hidden. The empress began to take action against Ye Feng and eliminate the confidants around him."

Hearing this, Ye Feng almost spurted blood. This guy is a complete liar. How could he have such trusted people around him?

……

The young storyteller continued to speak, and every sentence could arouse the interest of the listeners and make everyone talk about it with relish.

Although many things were fabricated without any reason, such as this guy saying that he and Lin Xiaoxiang were already husband and wife, but the power struggle was too intense, which led to them becoming enemies.

However, only by saying it this way can he arouse the interest of the listeners. As the saying goes, the more unfamiliar something is, the more it will be appreciated in people's hearts. The storyteller's goal has been achieved.

Time passed quickly, and two hours went by in the blink of an eye.

"If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation!"

The young storyteller clapped his hands and began to tidy up the books on the table. He put away the hands and had a faint smile on his face.

"Oh... I'll give you some more money. Tell me whether Lord Zhen Guo and Lin Xiaoxiang are actually married?" A person who was listening to the story was itching to get it.

Tiantian feels that she is about to talk about the true relationship between Ye Feng and Lin Xiaoxiang, but she never does. It's stuck here, like a thorn in her throat.

"We'll pay more too. Please give me another hour."

Everyone followed suit and took out money.

The young storyteller waved his hand and said, "Everyone, I will come here to tell stories on time tomorrow. See you there."

"Ugh!"

When everyone saw the storyteller turn around, they could only sigh helplessly.

Ye Feng had a smile on his face. He brought Dashan and Lao Huang to the young storyteller and said, "Your story is very interesting. Why don't we have a good chat about it?"

Hearing this, the young storyteller turned around and looked at Ye Feng, his eyes filled with brilliance, "Hahaha... such a trivial skill, not worth mentioning?"

Hearing his laughter, it was obvious that he had recognized the person in front of him as Ye Feng. This fellow was very thick-skinned. It was obvious that 90% of the stories he told were made up without reason, and only 10% were true. Now that he met the real owner, he was still so calm and composed.

"Mr. Storyteller, please don't be anxious. Just now you mentioned that Zhenguojun and Lin Xiaoxiang had a substantial relationship. Did they have any?"

Old Huang seemed to be still immersed in the play and asked the young storyteller.

"Why don't you just ask the real owner? How would I know?"

The young storyteller looked at Old Huang.

"Him? I won't reveal a single word." Old Huang looked at Ye Feng beside him, and then murmured: "But you are right, they are childhood sweethearts, and seeing how beautiful she is, I don't believe that they are not moved."

"Since you are using me to tell stories, is it not too much to treat me to a meal and a drink?"

Ye Feng was also a little surprised.

This young storyteller was no ordinary person. The aura of cultivation this guy possessed was actually at the peak of a fifth-grade junior grandmaster. He was actually quite interested in it.

"I run a small business and don't make much money, but I also help to spread the reputation of the state king." The young storyteller grinned and said, "You are the state king, you should at least give me some hard work fee, right?"

"Dashan, hold on, please have dinner!"

Ye Feng didn't expect this guy to be so shameless. He shouted at the mountain.

"okay!"

Dashan rushed forward with his burly body, grabbed the other's arm tightly with one hand, and followed Ye Feng forward.

They arrived at a restaurant and a few side dishes were served soon.

Ye Feng, Dashan and Lao Huang didn't say anything polite and started eating.

"Your Excellency is the ruler of a country. You are exploiting the common people. If this gets out, you are not afraid of being embarrassed."

Ban Chao sat there, thinking that he had paid for it himself, so he started eating as well, thinking, "What bad luck, the storyteller met the real master!"