Mandarin Duck Tower

As for Eunuch Hai's face, he received ten slaps.

His face turned ashen with anger.

"Who did this? Step forward right now!"

"If my men find you, I'll let you experience the ten most cruel tortures."

"Slap slap slap slap..." Eunuch Hai slapped himself ten more times.

Zhou Wanwan said helplessly, "Eunuch Hai, please stop hitting me. Your face is all swollen. Doesn't it hurt?"

Eunuch Hai was so angry that tears streamed down his face. "How many years has it been since I've suffered like this? Who is it? Who is it?"

Lord Fang coughed and said, "Eunuch Hai, didn't you say we were going to take a stroll in the streets? Perhaps we shouldn't waste any more time."

If this continues, Lord Fang is truly afraid that his old life will be in danger.

Eunuch Hai, looking aggrieved, glared at Lord Fang and said, "Fine, let's go for a stroll in the streets now. I want to see what Dongshan Prefecture is like."

Eunuch Hai went straight to the street and saw that the streets were bustling with people and traffic.

He was dumbfounded. Zhou Wanwan glanced at him and said, "Since Father-in-law has come all this way, we should naturally treat him well. Why don't we go to the Mandarin Duck Tower and listen to some folk songs?"

Eunuch Hai snorted coldly and said, "What's so good about this little tune?"

"The Mandarin Duck Tower not only has folk songs to listen to, but also storytellers."

Eunuch Hai scoffed coldly:

"You're really naive. Aren't there plenty of storytellers in the capital?"

Which teahouse or theater doesn't have storytellers? Do you think I'm as ignorant as you?

Zhou Wanwan ignored him and went straight to the Mandarin Duck Tower.

This Mandarin Duck Tower was her territory. As soon as she entered, someone led her to a Mandarin Duck Tower room, the one right in the middle.

Then I heard the storyteller already reciting Journey to the West:

"Then, Tang Seng and his disciples traveled westward and unknowingly arrived at White Tiger Ridge."

There was a skeleton demon in the mountains who, upon hearing that eating Tang Seng could grant immortality, harbored evil intentions.

She first disguised herself as a pretty village girl delivering alms, pretending to give food.

She then transformed into an old woman searching for her daughter, weeping along the streets.

Finally, he disguised himself as an old man searching for his wife and daughter, pleading desperately.

Sun Wukong, with his fiery eyes, saw clearly and, ignoring Tang Seng's attempts to stop him, swung his iron cudgel to strike the demon three times.

The White Bone Demon escaped three times using her Corpse Liberation Method, but was ultimately struck back to her original form with a single blow, leaving only a skeleton on the ground.

Unable to distinguish truth from falsehood, and enraged by Wukong's violence, Tang Seng repeatedly chanted the Tightening- Headband Tightening Spell...

After listening for more than an hour, Zhou Wanwan urged several times, "Eunuch Hai, didn't you say you were going to inspect the streets? What are you doing now?"

Eunuch Hai took a sip of tea. "Shh! How can you be so insensible, little girl? Don't bother me, I'm listening to a story!"

Zhou Wanwan was speechless. This Journey to the West was written down by her, based on the original text, so naturally it was incredibly beautiful.

Just think about how Journey to the West dominates the screens every summer vacation; that shows how good Journey to the West is.

Surprisingly, the same thing happened in ancient times.

After another half hour, the Eunuch Hai, his throat parched, said with a smile, "Today's storytelling ends here. If you wish to hear more tomorrow, please come again."

Eunuch Hai was furious. "You want to leave as soon as I got to the exciting part? No way! Give him ten taels of silver and make him continue."

The storyteller, beaming with delight after receiving ten taels of silver, said, "Then I'll continue my story..."

The storyteller continued his tale for another hour before preparing to leave.

Eunuch Hai was so angry he jumped up and down. "The Journey to the West isn't finished yet, why are you leaving already?"

The storyteller looked at him and said, "Sir, I've told this story several times already, and my throat is really parched. I need to drink some water to moisten my throat, right?"

Eunuch Hai's lips twitched as he asked, "Then what time will you be coming tomorrow?"

The storyteller said, "I will be there precisely at noon tomorrow."

Eunuch Hai then waved his hand impatiently and said, "Go down! Go down! Oh dear! I must say, the stories you tell here are quite good."

Next up are the other programs.

Just as they were about to leave, they heard someone downstairs shouting, "Esteemed guests, our Mandarin Duck Tower has just put on a wonderful new show! It's exciting and exciting, please come and have a look!"

The play being performed on stage is a newly adapted version of "The Romance of the Western Chamber," with novel and interesting plot changes that are quite different from the old plays.

Eunuch Hai originally planned to take a quick look and leave, but after sitting down and listening for a while, he became completely engrossed and didn't want to leave at all.

He leaned back in his chair, rubbed his stomach, and turned to the people around him, saying, "Are you hungry? Why don't we just order some dinner here and eat while we watch?"

Zhou Wanwan nodded helplessly. "Eunuch Hai, you're so knowledgeable, how come you're so captivated by a play?"

Eunuch Hai rolled his eyes at her and said slowly:

"There are many rules in the palace, and I spend all my time in the deep palace. I rarely have the chance to see these new and interesting things outside."

The play is well-written; it wouldn't hurt to watch it a little longer.

Zhou Wanwan truly didn't understand the psychology of a eunuch.

However, she was quite confident in the play she had written, as the Mandarin Duck Tower was a property under her name.

The actors at Mandarin Duck Tower are all top-notch performers; she recruited them bit by bit from other opera troupes.

Some of them are from their own opera troupe. It's very boring in Black Wind Stronghold. There's no television now, so there's no entertainment every night.

Zhou Wanwan then had a special performing arts troupe organized, with people teaching them singing, dancing, acting, storytelling, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting every day...

She opened a Mandarin Duck Tower " just to test the waters and see if this model would be accepted by the ancients.

Little did she know that the ancients were extremely receptive to her services and particularly enjoyed coming to her place.

Especially those who are rich and have plenty of free time.

Zhou Wanwan looked at the people below and realized they were all familiar faces.

Xie Cheng'en and his cronies were drinking tea in a private room next door.

Cui Hongyuan, Ji Huai, and Shen Zhiyu, the heir of the Yongning Earl's Manor's Mansion, are all old acquaintances!

While sipping his tea, Cui Hongyuan looked at Shen Zhiyu and said, "I heard your wedding with Zhou Wanwan fell through?"

Shen Zhiyu snorted coldly and said, "How could that kind of woman be worthy of me? My mother told me that she brings me bad luck, and I absolutely cannot marry her."

Cui Hongyuan sighed and said:

You have no idea that Zhou Wanwan is a jinx.

Zhou Qingzhou is her cousin, and she's got him completely under her thumb.

Zhou Qingzhou said helplessly, "Speaking of Zhou Wanwan, she's the biggest jinx in our family. Anyway, we have nothing left, all thanks to her."

Shen Zhiyu looked at him and said, "Really? Is it that weird?"

Zhou Qingzhou looked at him and said, "You all know that Zhou Wanwan is very accurate at fortune telling, but do you know who her grandmother is?"

Everyone shook their heads, and Zhou Qingzhou continued his deception:

Her grandmother was a fortune teller in the surrounding area, and her predictions were incredibly accurate.

If you want to know anything, just go find my grandma.