Thank you for the invitation. In ancient times, people used to be storytellers as a profession. In order to earn a living, they would do something on the side. This was when women disguised themselves as men. In the eyes of the people in the capital, I, "Mr. Qingshan", am a mysterious boss who knows the secrets from above to below. With a wave of my fan, all the secrets of the powerful can be revealed; with a slap of the gavel, the situation in the world changes. Fans brag about me: "Sir, one word can change the direction of the government!" Opponents scold me: "My lies confuse the public, and the country will fall!" In fact - I, Xie Qingyao, a hard-working worker who worries about losing my vest every day. The belt on my chest was tight. The eyes of the Dali Temple young minister sitting in the front row looked like X-rays. My opponent in the teahouse next door sent people to dig up dirt on me every day. The ledger backstage was always in the red... Help! Why is this career editor more difficult than imagined? ! My original intention was very simple, just to avenge my father who died unjustly, and at the same time bring down the old thief Xiang who was the culprit. But who would have known that I was too immersed in my storytelling, and the revelations were too realistic - I casually arranged that the Minister of Civil Service's family owned a mine, and the next day his family's treasury was actually raided. I lamented that General Zhenbei was unparalleled in his loyalty and bravery. As a result, the general wrote a letter overnight, naming me as his military advisor. I told a story about the current Holy Emperor's private visit in disguise, and the next day the palace's father-in-law came to the teahouse to "book the table"! Σ ° △ °||| Seeing that things are developing in a weird direction of "higher achievements will overwhelm the master", I just want to pack up and run away. However, that dandy young prince who came to my teahouse every day and spent money just to listen to my gossips blocked my way and smiled like a fox: "Mr. Qingshan,
