About the Time I Killed the Prince by Writing a Storybook

Name: About the Time I Killed the Prince by Writing a Storybook
Author: Winter Clothes For The New Year

by Winter Clothes For The New Year

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[The fake weak and true black orphan girl with a thousand faces VS the fake dandy and the real genius two-faced policeman] [Cat and mouse become accomplices + two-line narrative + two powerful group portraits] In the bustling city of Shengjing, there is no shortage of storytellers. Now there is a strange person. At first no one cared about it - the storyteller just wanted to listen to it for fun. Until the gambling house incident occurred. The man was sitting high on the chair, and when he woke up, he patted the piles, which were three minutes thinner than the government files. He revealed the unfinished work of Jingzhao Yin Mansion in three months overnight. Fu Yin's face was as dark as water and he just said: "A blind cat bumps into a dead mouse." Then the public house money case happened again. How much money the chief clerk removed and which wall it was hidden in were all accurate! Fu Yin said nothing. Then there was the arson case in Fangshi. What's even more surprising this time is that the words have already been spoken before the fire is ignited. That thin volume saved a whole community of people. From then on, Lord Fu Yin sent people to ask him every day: "Has the Baijia Shusi's new version of the novel come out?" The city was full of turmoil and there were different opinions. The good guys found Bai's library. The name of the young lady in charge is Qing Yan, with picturesque features and watery eyes: "How can I, a weak woman, recognize such a person? They want to send it to me to sell, so what can I do?" But there was a young catcher who didn't believe it. Li Xingge's eyes were like torches and his face was scorching. He leaned against the door like a boneless flower and said slowly: "In the gambling house case, the Bai family's gambling debts were cleared; in the public house money case, the confiscated bookstore was returned; in the arson case, your White Lady's betrayal was exiled. Could this storyteller be a relative of your Bai family?" Bai Qingyan lowered her eyelashes and curved her lips, "I think that storyteller has a good heart." "Wouldn't it be a pleasure to be punished by God?"