[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Chapter 1 Wedges

It's just a play, it's just a game.

Narrate new methods with pen and ink, don't sing clichés.

The Frost Blade has not tried, and started with intrigue and deceit; wearing the stars and wearing the moon, a generous journey of three thousand miles.

Longtan and tiger lair, turning clouds and rain in one palm; the world of mortals is washed away, and there are endless songs of heroes and blood...

In the teahouse, the storyteller, surrounded by people like stars holding the moon, was talking excitedly.

Suddenly someone said: "The matter between Shen Lang and Wang Lianhua, no matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary adventure. Is it as exaggerated as you said?"

The crowd followed the sound.

The first thing I saw was an inconspicuous square table in the north corner of the teahouse.

Sitting at the square table were two young tea drinkers.

At first glance, one can notice his cat-like eyes, full of black light, round and bright like ripe grapes on the mountain.

The other sipped lightly from the cup, the brows, the corners of the eyes, the lips and teeth, and even the hand holding the cup were all smiling gently.That kind of lazy and leisurely state can't be described with pen and ink, it's like Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his complexion, and the water in his cup couldn't tremble a little when a white knife came to his throat.

The person who interrupted the storyteller was the boy with a gentle smile.

The storyteller closed the fan with a snap, and said with a smile, "That's right, it's a story about a hero defeating a devil."

"However, no matter how vulgar the story is, just because the people in the story are not vulgar, it also takes off a bit of vulgarity."

The boy with cat eyes asked, "You mean Shen Lang?"

The storyteller said: "Of course I'm talking about...Wang Lianhua."

The boy with cat eyes said: "Fart, fart! Obviously Shen Lang is the protagonist!"

The storyteller said with a smile: "Then Shen Lang is not an ordinary person."

The boy with cat eyes looked at the people beside him, as if he had been praised, he smiled triumphantly.

The storyteller continued: "After all, he hangs around with Wang Lianhua all day long, even a stone in a latrine can give off a bit of aura."

When the cat-eyed boy heard this, he was furious, rolled up his sleeves and was about to jump up and beat someone up.

But he was grabbed by the person beside him.

The man smiled slightly and said, "Okay, don't disturb the teacher's lecture."

He said to the storyteller, "Please continue."

The storyteller stretched out an empty teacup and said with a smile, "I want to hear about the future, so my lord has to get rid of it."

The man fumbled through his pocket, only to find a copper plate.

He flicked his fingers without the slightest blush.

The storyteller raised his teacup and scooped it up in the air, and the copper plate fell into the porcelain cup with a buzzing sound.

The storyteller in crimson clothes and white fur, with a jade face, toasted everyone in the teahouse.

Qingyue's voice spread throughout the audience——

"Let's listen to the first episode—the beauty's head."

The author has something to say:

The storyteller is Prince Wang, the boy with a gentle smile is Shen Lang, and the boy with cat eyes is Panda Juan Yiren.