When Jia Cong saw King Beijing, he was shocked by his momentum and looked dazed for a momentum. King Beijing was attracted by his "talent". After walking out of the hall, the noble prince above ten thousand people was reluctant to leave and quietly hid under a wisteria outside the hall, listening quietly.

When the little girls who were serving outside saw him, they hurriedly came over to serve him with a look of fear, but were stopped by King Beijing.

The little girls had to stand quietly and remain speechless, with a embarrassed look on their faces, not knowing what to do.

There was a noise in the hall again, and only a lot of women were heard urging in unison: "Young Master, young master, please tell me quickly. Are you stupid? Are you scared by the prince?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Why aren't you scared when you see a dragon seed for the first time?"

After hearing this, King Beijing couldn't help but smile and cursed quietly: "Shapeful!"

He was so conscious that when he turned around and listened carefully, he heard that Jia Cong had already started telling stories. He only heard him say loudly: "Everyone, I don't know which dynasty I tell today, nor does it involve the important things in the court. It's just a record of the life of a few foolish children in the world. You can just use it as a refreshment after dinner, and you'll just taste it."

After hearing these words, King Beijing Yue felt interesting and whispered to himself: "This kid is so obedient and very clever!"

Jia Cong said again: "Today I will tell you the first time in the smiling and proud world, the destruction of the family. The gentle wind blows the willows and the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating. It is the spring season in the south... "

After hearing this time's title, King Beijing couldn't help but frown: Extermination of the family... Why is this first book so tragic?

It’s not that he hasn’t experienced the bloody storm, but the more he has experienced it, the more he knows the pain.

King Beijing couldn't help but clench his fists, his eyebrows were locked in deep, and his palms were filled with sweat at some point.

He gritted his teeth, his ears approached the exquisitely carved door leaf, and continued to listen with his heart.

There were women in the room. They had experienced any tragic events, so they didn't feel scared, and they listened carefully with full of surprise. For a moment, the hall was quiet inside and outside, and only Jia Cong's tender voice passed through the carved doors and windows, brushed through the wisteria flower stand, and merged into the violent summer sunshine.

The murderous aura dissipated invisible under the cool sun.

Besides, at the beginning of the story, there was a handsome and unspeakable family member of the martial arts family, so all the women listened to it. When the beautiful boy started fighting with someone in the rural teahouse, he immediately exclaimed in surprise.

King Beijing was also shocked when he heard it outside and frowned secretly: "This young man is really a playboy, very reckless!"

Jia Cong ignored everyone and continued to talk. When everyone heard the scene where Lin Pingzhi killed someone with a dagger, he was so scared that he was so scared that he burst into tears. Outside the hall, King Beijing's eyebrows were locked deeper and his ten fingers were tighter. He didn't know if he remembered some past events, but his handsome face suddenly became a little ferocious.

Jia Cong heard the screams of everyone and hurriedly said, "This story is a bit bloody. Forget it, I won't tell you anymore. I'm afraid to scare all wives and ladies."

When everyone heard this, they shouted, "No, no, you are talking all the time, which makes people feel itchy, why don't you talk? It's okay, we are not afraid, hurry forward, talk quickly!"

King Beijing outside the hall was also stunned: What's so scary about this? This kid is so enchanting. If he doesn't tell it today, he will definitely invite him here to tell the whole story one day!

Seeing everyone like this, Jia Cong had to clear his throat and continue to preach: "That is Lin Pingzhi's first time killing someone..."

The hall fell into silence again.

Outside the hall, King Beijing remembered the scene of his first murder. His teeth were chewing, and his face became more and more afraid. From a distance, when a few little girls saw him, they were trembling with fear. I wonder how the gentle and gentle prince, who was usually in a gentle and gentle manner, could be so terrifying?

He was immersed in the past for a moment. It took him a long time to see the face of King Beijing's face calmed down again. He looked up at the wisteria flower waterfall full of blooming, squinted his eyes and looked at the blue sky, and couldn't help but sigh: "Who doesn't want the years to be peaceful? If there is no killing, where will the years come from? Although this day is blue, who knows that it was washed by donating blood?"

King Beijing was sighing secretly, but suddenly there was a burst of screams higher than a wave of exclamations from the hall, which forced his thoughts back into the hall.

The prince had to pack up his chaotic thoughts, hold his ears to the door, and listen carefully: he only heard Jia Cong telling the subsequent deaths in amidst a scream...

Suddenly screams came one after another.

King Beijing was deeply trapped in it.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly I heard Jia Cong clap his hands and shouted loudly: “Okay, the first chapter is over. The young master is going to be exhausted. I won’t talk anymore, I won’t talk anymore…”

How can everyone agree?

Not to mention the female family members in the hall, even the King Beijing who eavesdropped outside the hall was indignant and was ready to go in and beat Jia Cong:

What do you mean by your boy? When you are at the most exciting time, don’t you? If you don’t say it, I will slaughter your Jia family!

This domineering prince had just made a ruthless voice, and then he laughed: Is there anyone who is so arrogant and unreasonable? Because they refuse to tell stories, they will slaughter the whole family?

He was reasonable, but the women were unreasonable and shouted: "No, no, how can this work? I won't talk about it when it comes to the key points?"

Jia Cong hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, is it easy for me? This day, I have to tell you jokes and write poems for you. Now I have to tell you stories to you ladies and ladies. It's too difficult for me. I'm so tired. My throat is so tired. If I don't tell you, I will definitely not tell you!"

When everyone heard him say this, they immediately became a mess and couldn't hear who was saying what, but they were just coaxing, coercion, or tempting, and they were all asking him to tell the story immediately.

Jia Cong was dizzy when he was quarreled by everyone, and sat on the chair and was so humming that he refused to get up. Unexpectedly, Shi Xiangyun was also fascinated by the story. He personally brought a cup of tea and handed it to Jia Cong, and said with a smile: "Good brother, good brother, your story is really nice. You can't let it go as soon as you hear it, at least tell it again, how about it?"

Jia Cong was furious when he heard this: "Sister Xiangyun, don't you know if you feel sorry for your brothers? Besides, if you didn't fan the flames, how could I suffer?"

When Xiangyun heard this, he hurriedly said, "It's all me who are my sisters. You tell the story first. When I return to our mansion, I will apologize to you, okay?"

Jia Cong shook his head when he heard this, and was about to say no, but suddenly he saw several noble ladies coming over with a cup of tea and said with a smile: "Young Master, you are really hard work. Let's respect the young master a cup of tea. Please tell me again, just one time, how about it?"
Chapter completed!