My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Huh?!

Upon hearing this, Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan were simultaneously intrigued! However, neither of them immediately stood up.

After a moment, Gu Lan glanced at Mu Yuyan. Seeing her calmly sipping tea with lowered eyes, as if nothing unusual was happening, Gu Lan cleared his throat and said, "Madam, this storyteller seems to have a good eloquence. Shall we go and listen?"

Suppressing a smile, Mu Yuyan's beautiful eyes sparkled. "Sure! This concubine also finds it interesting. Let's follow Master Gu's lead!"

The two of them walked hand in hand to a position on the second floor overlooking the storyteller. At the same time, in a corner on the first floor, a little girl with a red umbrella by her side perked up her ears.

"Come, esteemed guests!"

"If you're interested in hearing me talk about the explosion at the black gunpowder workshop on East Straight Street ten days ago, contribute some money. If you don't have money, contribute some attention!"

After saying this, the onlookers in the surroundings seemed very interested, tossing copper coins onto his table. In the corner, even a silver ingot was thrown!

On the second floor, another silver ingot flew towards the storyteller. Gu Lan looked at his lively wife in disbelief.

"Madam, it's just listening to a story. This gentleman is still employed by our household. There's no need to give so much money, right?"

Too much. Clearly, he was telling my story, but he's earning money from my wife!

"I like listening!"

Mu Yuyan pouted, and her beautiful eyes shone.

"It's just a story, Master Gu. Let's just enjoy it. Besides, Grandfather Zhang's Sky-Blue Porcelain hasn't been sold yet, so we have plenty of money."

The storyteller on the first floor, seeing so much money, suddenly brightened his eyes! He sighed, thinking he had guessed it right.

The hottest topic right now was the mysterious Tianji Pavilion Consecrator, who caused heavenly phenomena!

"Thanks to all the esteemed guests. I'll start now, cough, cough!"

"Clap!"

"Let me tell you, that day, as the dawn broke and the morning light appeared!"

"With a loud bang, the capital of the Great Jing Dynasty shook. Countless commoners and immortals went out to observe, vaguely seeing the world's top expert standing in the dark night, trampling on void!"

"Holding a giant sword, he slashed down towards the explosion site in the pitch-black night!"

"It's easier said than done!"

"Four green sword qi, as if they wanted to split this world apart. According to legends, only the ancient creator god had such immense power..."

The storyteller was equivalent to a broadcaster in the previous world.

For the sake of the show, the materials had to be processed to create a more exciting effect.

His speech was passionate and exaggerated, making everyone feel a surge of excitement, gradually becoming engrossed in the story!

Except for Gu Lan, who felt goosebumps all over his body!

He glanced at the Primordial Sword quietly suspended in the system space, three feet and three inches long, and a width of only four fingers.

Where did the giant sword come from?

And the later part about the creator god... Damn, I never thought I'd be this awesome! I've only been cultivating for less than two years, and I'm just a scholar!

Helplessly, Gu Lan shifted his gaze, only to see Mu Yuyan holding her chin with a jade hand, her eyes shining brightly, listening intently to the broadcaster below...

Pah, the storyteller is just making things up! He hasn't even noticed that I'm looking at him. So focused!

Gu Lan opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and then restrained himself. At this moment, he heard another clap from attention-catching block!

Smack!

The audience was startled, "Ladies and gentlemen, today, let's talk about that peerless expert who traveled with a sword.

As for why our Great Chancellor Sima safely walked out of the black gunpowder workshop... stay tuned for the next installment!"

Gu Lan was familiar with this move! It's a commonly used technique in storytelling to create suspense.

The benefits are obvious; the storyteller can continue to make a living by relying on this story, and there will always be people who pay money to urge him to continue.

However, the downsides are also apparent, such as now.

"Damn, you're only halfway through! Are you asking for a beating?"

"Screw you, give us our money back!"

"Hurry up, or we'll wreck the shop!"

...

Because the story was so captivating and actually happened in the capital, the emotions of the crowd were running high!

For a moment, the situation on the first floor became somewhat out of control. Old Yang's figure quickly appeared, instructing the hired staff to maintain order.

"This guy, telling a story but not finishing it," Mu Yuyan said, looking unhappy.

Gu Lan gave her complete scripts to read in the palace.

She never suffered such grievances from her childhood! However, she enjoyed hearing others praise Gu Lan.

"Do you like to listen?" Gu Lan raised an eyebrow, thinking, why spend money to stand here and listen when I can tell you while we practice later?

"Of course!" Mu Yuyan smiled at him, her slender eyebrows raised. "Don't you think this Tianji Pavilion Consecrator is a great warrior? He saved the people of our city. Without him, I might never have seen you again!"

"Well, indeed." Gu Lan, one leg hanging in the air, swayed, trying to conceal his embarrassment.

"A hall filled with flowers, three thousand guests drunk, one sword frosty, fourteen states... Isn't this describing the Sword Immortal? When you composed this poem back then, was it because of that mighty expert?"

Mu Yuyan spoke before Gu Lan could say anything.

Gu Lan opened his mouth but remained silent.

Mu Yuyan continued to smile, her charming face rosy. "It seems so... Your literary talent is outstanding, and when it comes to such talent, it's not inferior to that peerless swordsman!"

Gu Lan: "..."

Fine! My lady, your happiness is the most important thing. After all, both of them are mine... Gu Lan swallowed the explanation at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the situation downstairs was slightly under control. After negotiation, the audience retreated to the front of the stage, revealing the storyteller behind the table, whose clothes were already a bit disheveled.

"Cough, since everyone insists so eagerly, let me tell you about the strange phenomenon in Langzhou City. According to legend, it was also the work of the Tianji Pavilion Consecrator!"

After he said this, some discontent murmurs arose from the audience below. They still wanted to hear the previous segment!

The storyteller wore a distressed expression, "To be honest with everyone, I'm not quite sure about what comes next. I'll have to go home tonight and organize the story again!"

Everyone reluctantly accepted this.

"Continuing from where we left off!"

"Let's talk about the Double Ninth Festival in September, three hundred miles west of Langzhou City!"

"A burst of rosy light shot up into the sky, thunderclouds rolled over the wilderness, and the daylight suddenly appeared... It is said that besides our protagonist, the Grand Consecrator of Tianji Pavilion, the one he battled against was the sovereign of the Great Yu Dynasty!"

"..."

Apparently, after the earth-shattering battle in Langzhou City, many cultivators comprehended the situation there and recognized the aura of Emperor Yu.

However, they were unaware that it was just the illusion formed by the town's treasure of the Great Yu Dynasty, the Emperor Yu Seal.

Gu Lan listened silently, feeling that this time it sounded relatively plausible.

However, in the next moment, a sound echoed.

"Smack!"

"In that battle, the peerless expert entered the martial world and used Emperor Yu's life as a tribute. From millions of miles away, he severely injured the sovereign of the Great Yu Dynasty!"

"At the brink of life and death, a treasure light manifested on Emperor Yu's body, and only then did he disappear from the territory of the Jing Nation!"

"Since then!"

"Great Yu and our Great Jing signed an unequal treaty, pledging not to invade each other for three hundred years and annually providing a certain number of tributes such as pigs, horses, cows, and sheep!"

"..."

Gu Lan: "..."

What the heck, using Emperor Yu's life as a tribute when I entered the martial world!

Others only lost a mere illusion of the Heaven Treasure. It would have been great if it were really that easy to kill... And there's the subsequent treaty. I bet even the female Emperor doesn't know about this?

It's becoming more and more absurd!

Gu Lan wiped away his sweat. Seeing his wife listening with great interest, clapping and cheering when the storyteller finished, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. How am I going to face my wife with a straight face after this?

Frustrating...