The prince is dead!

This news is like the heavy snow blowing from the cold wind on the north bank of the Yangtze River, falling into the streets and alleys of Qiongzhou City.

Qiongzhou City is a border town in the west of the dynasty.

But sixteen years ago, Qiongzhou City was just an ordinary small town on the west side of Xishu County. Further west, there was also the vast Ganliang County.

Because of its adjacent border relationship, Qiongzhou City, like Ganliang County, has an extremely strong border geographical environment and harsh border climate. People living in Qiongzhou City have maintained the lifestyle of border people since ancient times.

After the heavy snow of goose feathers covered the eaves, streets, city walls, and mountains, the lifestyle of the frontiers was very simple and helpless, that was, they went to the hot kang and went to the winery at dawn.

Therefore, although Qiongzhou City is small, there are many wineries.

These wineries are different from the one or two large-scale restaurants in the city. They are places that ordinary people can afford to go to, and of course they are also places where old neighbors express their feelings and vent their complaints. They are also places where countless rumors that cannot be put on the table or be ashamed of candids.

The most popular winery at the east end of the city is called Wenjunfang.

The shop in Wenjunfang, Ergouer, is a 14 or 15-year-old boy who is sleepy like all young men. His biggest wish is to hope that the shopkeeper will oversleep. If he can sleep until the afternoon before waking up, it would be the best.

Unfortunately, the shopkeeper was already at the age of not being able to sleep in the next thirty years. Cai Chen Shichu scolded him to start early business. He had to yawn and take off the door panel, put down the curtain, and return to the house to build a stove.

As expected, as the shopkeeper said, it seemed that the guests who had been asleep in the past two days would run to the winery. He had just returned to the counter and before he could even slouch off, the old neighbors in the east of the city came one after another.

He had no choice but to roll his eyes and send warm wine and fried gourds to the guests.

After finally returning to the counter again, he still didn't have time to snooze.

——Zhang Laoer, who sells tofu, Liu Dahu, who collects fur, Xu Dongsheng, who thieves iron, Jin Buhuan, who tells about it, and others also lifted the heavy and greasy door curtains in the heavy snow.

While rubbing his hands hard, Liu Dahu and others sucked some heat in their palms with their mouths. They took the time to turn their heads and shouted: "Dog, three plates of beans, three bowls of wine." Then they walked to a black lacquered wooden eight-immortal table in the middle of the house and sat tilted on a long bench with five fingers thick.

As the only storyteller in the city, Jin Buhuan still ignored everyone's ridicule. In the middle of winter, he was still persistent and proudly held the folding fan that felt cold when he looked at it.

——It is said that he was the only relic he had seen before. He heard that the master who had told the county magistrate had left him before he could make a fuss.

Jin Buhuan knocked the folding fan heavily on his palm, making a clear sound, and sighed: "Why have to be so stingy? There are four people, why do you only need three plates of beans and three bowls of wine?"

There were already three or four tables of old neighbors sitting in the house, all of whom were sleepy and sluggish. Hearing Jin Buhuan's sigh, he suddenly felt energetic.

"Jin Buhuan, have you been drinking to Zhang Lao Er's house today? Be careful that he will hide his sister-in-law, and then the matter of getting married into the Tofu Liu family will be gone."

"To be honest, Jin Buhuan, I think you are right to eat swan meat, but there is no chance. Unless you look as good as Xiaoshi, you should just tell me honestly."

"Yes, yes, don't always think about eating Zhang Lao Er's mother-in-law's tofu. If you don't say anything else, it would be so disgusting to get Zhang Lao Er's saliva, hahaha!"

"Hey, Lao Zhang Er, why haven't you helped Jin Bushuang get into your family now? Are you having an affair with your sister-in-law and you can't bear to leave?"

There was a burst of laughter inside the house...

While speaking, the dog rolled his eyes and came with a food plate. He placed three plates of fried beans in front of Zhang Laoer, Liu Dahu, and Xu Dongsheng in turn, and then placed three brown pottery bowls filled with warm wine on the side of the plate.

Jin Buhuan turned a deaf ear to everyone's teasing, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, sighing, "Dou'er is quite honest today, and there is not much water mixed with. Isn't it too much, not much."

The dog left a roll of eyes that was too numerous to cover, which was considered as a way to pay attention to Jin Buhuan's praise.

Everyone smiled again, shook their heads and turned around, and continued their previous topics.

Liu Dahu picked up the wine bowl, frowned, and said unhappy at Jin Buhuan: "Why are you still standing here? You don't know that even my father-in-law has never rubbed a sip of wine from my bowl."

Jin Buhuan opened his eyes and looked around the house, sighed, "The old saying is good. Playing the piano and playing the nails is useless, and speaking is useless. Everyone is neighbors. You can't bear to see me talking so hard that I can't even drink wine?"

"I can't listen to this."

Zhang Lao Er put his hands in the sleeve tube and shook his shoulders and said, "Jin Buhuan, we are not brothers yet, are we? Even brothers, you should be conscientious, right? Touch your chest and ask yourself, if you have new jokes, who hasn't invited you to drink? Yesterday, what did you say about the prince? How many bowls did you drink?"

"yes!"

Xu Dongsheng picked up a slightly hot fried gourd and threw it into his mouth. He chewed it and said, "Just talk about this gourd. We used to know how to stir-fry it. Xiaoshi could find a fresh fried thing with just one word. If you can do it like him, let alone a sip of wine, I will invite a whole bowl of wine."

Liu Dahu agreed and said, "Or, I'll invite any new jokes about the prince today."

Someone at the other table smiled and said, "If you have any jokes, just do it early. Don't wait for Xiaoshi to come, you'll have nothing to do."

Jin Buhuan's face, who had always been calm since entering the house, finally changed. He was a little disappointed and a little hatred, and sighed: "Take the cold food in the mouths of others, Lu Xiaoshi, you... are not a real man!"

Everyone laughed and ignored him.

"Bang!"

Jin Buhuan was a storyteller after all. Seeing that everyone ignored him, he moved forward and knocked the folding fan hard next to Xu Dongsheng's wine bowl.

Sure enough, everyone in the room looked at each other again.

Jin Buhuan couldn't help but feel a little proud on his embarrassed face and said slowly: "There are really new jokes today!"

He gently placed the folding fan on the table, sat on the empty long bench with his butt, and supported his right arm on the Eight Immortals table, tapped the table with his fingers, glanced at everyone, lowered his throat, and said, "The Prince Zhaoming of my great dynasty is dead."

With Jin Buhuan's series of actions, everyone in the room stretched their necks and stared at him intently. When they heard this sentence mysteriously appearing, everyone cheered, disappointed but not disappointed, and laughed and scolded.

Dahu Liu was even more dissatisfied and said, "What a new joke, my wife who doesn't go out knows it."

Jin Buhuan smiled, and some very gentle and obscene spilled out of the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and said with a low smile: "You know that the prince is dead, but do you know that he died in the bridal chamber?"

Everyone shouted "Oh?"

Liu Dahu glared and said, "Is it true or false? Is there such a bird?"

Zhang Laoer raised his eyebrows and said, "Does he die after finishing his work, or does he die without doing it?"

Jin Buhuan's expression changed and he said seriously: "Don't be too dirty, shouldn't you be serious? This is a big conspiracy of the Northern Di Kingdom!"

The house was quiet, and Liu Dahu and Zhang Laoer were also sitting upright.

Jin Buhuan slowly picked up the folding fan, brushed it away with hiss, and gently shook it with his head.

Liu Dahu was stunned for a while and glared: "Speak, why are you conspiring?"

Jin Buhuan Feng Qingyun looked at Liu Dahu indifferently, like an idiot.

Dahu Liu came to his senses, quickly stretched out his hands and delivered the wine bowl in front of him. He had completely forgotten that he had said the harsh words that his father-in-law had never drunk wine from his bowl.

Lao Zhang Er also quickly pushed the plate with few gourds forward.

Jin Buhuan nodded with satisfaction, picked up the wine bowl casually in a father-in-law-like posture, took a sip, and sighed: "This matter is a long story." He then reached out and picked up a fried gourd from Zhang Lao Er's plate and threw it into his mouth, chewing it, "But everything has its own head, and the leader of this matter has to talk about the traitor."

Everyone said "Oh--"

But this sound was indeed so clear.
Chapter completed!