Chapter 77
As soon as this young man in white came in, he attracted the attention of many people with his demeanor.

Especially after he said these words, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

The young man in white folded the fan in his hand, and patted it lightly on the palm of his hand, "Speaking of which, you don't know, Qin Prime Minister Wu Yao is not from the Qin Kingdom, long before he went to the Qin Kingdom, he and the little general Tongyao had already..."

He smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he looked like a handsome young man. He never thought that such a romantic story would be more fascinating than the storyteller when he said it.

After he finished the rumored lingering love story between Prime Minister Qin and nursery rhyme, many people in the teahouse had turned their backs, forgetting the story between nursery rhyme and Wei Zhaoyi that the storyteller told before.

It's just that the storyteller was so angry that he stared straight at him, and asked the young man in white: "How did you know these things? This young man, even if you make up a story, you have to have a basis?"

As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, the guests in the teahouse also made a noise, asking him to tell the truth.

But the young man in white always had a gentle smile on his mouth, and with a slight movement of his thumb, he unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and waved it casually a few times, enjoying his romantic posture.

He looked at a certain place in the teahouse, "Is what I said true? Just ask the little general in the nursery rhyme in the story?"

"After all, Little General Tongyao is sitting in this teahouse right now..."

……

As early as when Mo Wuyan came in, Tong Yao saw him.

At this time, seeing him expose his identity, although he was a little surprised, he was not annoyed.

She stood up boldly, and the young master of the county guard's family accompanied her on the inspection, so there was no difficulty in proving her identity.

Tong Yao walked to Mo Wuyan's side, looked at Mr. Storyteller, and said with a smile: "Mr. has said so much about us, don't you know who we are?"

The storyteller's eyes fell on Tong Yao and Mo Wuyan, he seemed to have thought of something, when he looked at Mo Wuyan, his face showed shock, admiration, mixed with guilt and fear,
"Your Excellency, could it be..."

Mo Wuyan smiled at the corner of his mouth, closed the folding fan with a wave of his right hand, and knocked on the head of the nursery rhyme, "Naughty."

After finishing speaking, the two left everyone behind and walked out of the teahouse hand in hand.

"Haha, it feels like a plot in a storybook. The two of us left like masters, leaving the world to look up to our legend or something..."

Seeing Tong Yao's heartless smile like before, Mo Wuyan felt that no matter how many years passed, she seemed to never change.

"Is this what you women call, um, romantic?"

When Mo Wuyan uttered the word "romantic" awkwardly, Tong Yao looked at his serious look and even laughed and threw himself into his arms.

"Hahaha, Mo Wuyan, what the hell have you learned from Feng Qingcheng these years, hahaha..."

"However, speaking of Feng Qingcheng," Tong Yao straightened up after laughing enough, and stood beside Mo Wuyan, "I know Wei Zhaoyi and A Yin are here, why didn't she come with you?"

"Feng Qingcheng," Mo Wuyan's smile widened, "she is very busy now, the old emperor of Qin, and the third, fifth, and ninth princes have tried their best to marry her. She is a concubine..."

 The heroine's phoenix fate is not a joke, let me tell you
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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