The Regent's Tender Darling

"Empress..." Xuemei swallowed her saliva at the purple jade Guanyin, and then said: "This jade looks... very valuable."

Lin Jiaojiao nodded slightly: "This is a priceless treasure."

"Mother, can I touch her?" Xuemei approached Lin Jiaojiao and asked in a low voice.

Lin Jiaojiao came back to her senses from the Purple Jade Guanyin, looked at Xuemei's expression as if she was greedy for something, and said jokingly: "If it breaks, can you afford to pay for it?"

Xuemei was stunned by this, and after she realized what she was doing, she quickly took a step back, not mentioning the idea of ​​touching the Purple Jade Guanyin.

If she were to touch such a treasure in her arms, she wouldn't even be able to afford a willow leaf from the Purple Jade Guanyin.

Yan Laixing said at this time: "Your Majesty, I had someone prepare the invitations last night, and the palace has also been prepared. I plan to move over to the Purple Jade Guanyin in the afternoon, and the treasure appreciation meeting will be held tomorrow. "

"Yeah." Yan Sihan had no objection to this.

Then Yan Laixing said again: "Prince Regent, I have one more matter to discuss with you."

As soon as Yan Laixing finished speaking, Lin Jiaojiao suddenly had her own thoughts. She pulled Xuemei aside who was still looking at the Purple Jade Guanyin, and then said to Yan Sihan: "Your Majesty, you have something to discuss with Lord Yan. , I will take people out to see the scenery of Suzhou County."

"Yeah." Yan Sihan nodded slightly, not worried about it.

After going back to the yard to tidy up, Lin Jiaojiao took Xuemei and left the Sheriff's Mansion.

The street was nothing new to Lin Jiaojiao at the moment, and she had to find one now.

"Mother, we don't know where Marquis Zhaoren lives. How can we find him?" Xuemei looked at the people coming and going on the street. Looking for someone there was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Lin Jiaojiao was not worried about this problem. Ye Luo, as a shadow guard, would naturally know about such a trivial matter.

So she doesn't have to worry about that.

In this street full of shops and noisy people, it is not easy to quickly find a quiet place.

In addition, she was unfamiliar with the place.

"Mother, there is a teahouse in front of you!" Xuemei's sharp eyes saw the bustling teahouse at the entrance among the crowd.

It seemed that someone was telling stories beside the teahouse door, attracting a large number of people to watch.

This teahouse does have people telling stories outside, and they all tell stories for the common people who like to join in the fun. The rich will support themselves, and the poor will support themselves. It is very lively.

Lin Jiaojiao looked where Xuemei pointed and indeed saw a teahouse. She reached out and tapped Xuemei's shoulder and said with a smile, "You are the best at finding places like the Storytelling Teahouse."

"Hehe." Xuemei smiled sheepishly. She just liked listening to stories told in teahouses. She could always hear a lot of things she couldn't see. Her favorite was those martial arts legends.

Although I don't know whether it is true or not, it makes people feel interesting when listening to it. This storyteller is to let ordinary people hear some unusual things.

The further you walked in, the more real you heard. You only heard the old man with gray hair striking the table and saying: "It has been eighteen years since my husband left, but no books have been delivered and no letters have been written..."

"It seems that he is telling the story of Wang Baochuan." Lin Jiaojiao said.

Xuemei's face suddenly became less happy, and she even lost interest in it. She said flatly, "I have listened to this hundreds of times."