In the dream of the system's skills, Li Shixin's state is very wonderful.

In this state, his autonomous consciousness is still clear, and his control over his body is infinitely close to zero.

But at the same time, his ability to think, remember, and especially to feel the body is much, much stronger than when he was awake.

Feeling the girl's vocal cords, nasal cavity, and unique breath to work together to send out the vivid boatman's horn, Li Shixin only felt that the human body was so magical.

In the shock of Li Shixin, the girl's performance continued.

After the boatman's horn, as she covered her small mouth with her hand, the sound of the cargo ship raising its sails came out clearly.

Immediately afterwards, the waves of the canal, the rocking of the big boats, the bargaining of the merchants, and the noisy market of children frolicking, floated out from behind the screen!

Through the gap in the screen, Li Shixin saw all the tea customers, and their mouths were wide open.

"God, Miaoyin little lady has moved the canal of our Bianliang City behind the screen!"

With an exclamation that I don't know who it was, the girl behind the screen hooked the corners of her mouth.

Her gaze gently fell on the corner of the teahouse. Seeing that the white-faced man who said that his father was just like this was also surprised, the girl took a deep breath.

In the next second, in the noise of the canal, a crisp guzheng jumped out!

It was as if the sound was illusory on the banks of the canal, and all the people were captured by the zither.

As the zither strings sounded, the noise on the canal gradually subsided.

Hearing the zither that was tactful and crisp at that time, and sometimes like a pearl falling on a jade plate, several diners in the lobby stood up with a "whew".

"This is the small preface to Guangcui Lou Xue's "Guangling San"! Is everyone Xue here?"

"Oh! Liu Daguan is not listening, this is obviously the ventriloquist of the little lady of Miaoyin, where is the Xue family?"

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong. This "Guangling San" has been lost for a long time and has become a masterpiece. The Xue family became famous for restoring this small preface. In the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, I listened to the piano skills of the Xue family with my friends in Guangcui Building, and at that time, the Xue family's civil and military seven strings were played, and the streets were quiet! The second string of this song has the same sound as the first string, and others can't imitate it! It is definitely Xue everyone!

In the astonishment of everyone, the white-faced man frowned. After looking at the screen steadily, he got up from his seat and strode to the screen with the frightened little guy beside him.

In front of everyone, he pulled the screen open.

As the screen was pulled open, the white-faced man and all the tea guests froze.

Where is there any Xue family?

It's just a long table, a girl wearing a veil in her pocket.

In everyone's amazement, the girl put down the little hand that was hiding in her mouth and looked at the white-faced man fixedly-the small preface of "Guangling San", which was once famous in Bianliang, was also over.

"The officials thought that my father's skills were under the Riba people. In this paragraph, can you return the spring and snow, and get into the respect of the officials?"

In the face of the girl's teasing, the white-faced man's face turned red, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes. But then, he laughed again.

Although he parroted his tongue, he also learned seven points of charm from this Bianliang Shengjing. Yes, really good. ”

After taking a deep look at the girl, the white-faced man hooked his hand at the little guy behind him. Immediately, a yellow gold cake fell on the long table with a snap.

"Good!"

With the muffled sound of gold smashing on the long table, there was a burst of cheers in the teahouse.

Dr. Tea, who was holding a copper plate, saw the opportunity and walked into the hall. The crackling copper coins poured into the big copper plate like flowing water.

The girl behind the long table pursed her lips when she saw this scene, and pulled the old man to the side.

"Dad, I still want to eat fragrant candy!"

"If it were a man, how good it would be, how good it would be......"

What responded to her was the melancholy on the old man's face.

......

After that day, Miao Yin made a name for herself in Bianliang City.

Not everyone can afford Guangcui Building, and even if they are rich, then Xue Linger and Xue everyone can't see each other. There are often rumors of scholars in the market, saying that this Xue family has long been fortunate to have become the concubine of the outer palace by the current saint because of his good piano skills.

Whether it is true or false is unknown, but those officials all say that with today's good calligraphy and painting temperament, this matter is eighty percent true.

True or fake, anyway, Xue's piano skills have become a swan song.

In this way, you can play the wonderful sound of "Guangling Scattered Order" with a pair of tongues, and it has become the fragrant and elegant food of this Bianliang City.

Since that day, countless admirers have crowded the teahouse. Not for tea, not for chatting, just to spend a few big sons to listen to the rumored "Guangling Sanxu" that can only be enjoyed by the saints - even if it is fake.

At the request of countless admiring guests, every day after the blind performance, Miaoyin will present a short paragraph.

Different from the blind Xianggong who likes to imitate flowers, birds and animals, the bamboo forest is quiet and natural. Miaoyin's favorite thing is the interesting story in the city of Bianliang; in addition to the famous song "Guangling San", the canal neighborhood, the beautiful scholars, and the children and old women are all the objects of her imitation.

Gradually, Miaoyin's reputation gradually surpassed that of "blind Xianggong".

With Miaoyin's performances again and again, Li Shixin's ventriloquist skills have gradually become proficient.

The days just go by day by day, and it seems that every day is the same.

Until that day. There were suddenly fewer customers in the teahouse, and even the people who sat down to drink tea lost interest in the ventriloquist that usually crowned Bianliang.

"Did you hear about it, the golden man called!"

"Yes, the Holy Lords have issued the "Guilty Edict" today, presumably because the war is tight and the situation is not good!"

Sitting behind the screen and listening to the tea guests' discussions, Miao Yin stopped what she was talking about.

"Official, is that Jin so powerful?"

"The little lady of Miaoyin doesn't know, this golden person is amazing. How arrogant was the Liao country at the beginning? They were all taken away by this golden man and changed the world and the world. Now I have sent troops to my Great Song Dynasty, I'm afraid that it will be more auspicious and less auspicious. ”

Through the screen, looking at the sad faces of the scholars in the teahouse, Miaoyin wrinkled her nose.

She didn't understand why her father always said that he was a man. Now, looking at the men in the teahouse with sad faces, he looks like a daughter. She....... I don't understand it even more.

If you don't understand, you don't understand, but you still have to live.

Although bad news about the war came frequently in the market, the Bianliang City's Pig Killing Alley, Mahang Street, Panlou Street, and the Washe Goolan of the Right Gate did not stop their livelihood.

The business of singing, singing, miscellaneous dramas, puppets, and drama and shadow plays, with the decadence of the current situation, is more prosperous than the ordinary days.

When people are flustered, they prefer to have some fun to make themselves comfortable.

But it didn't take long for this to be a good day for artists, and Bianliang City was in chaos.

First of all, the current saint gave way to the son, and Xuanhe changed Jingkang.

It didn't take long for the Jin people to hit the city of Bianliang. The emperor and his ministers hastily sent envoys to negotiate peace, and the Jin people agreed to withdraw their troops. But he made a demand—100 million taels of gold, 1 billion taels of silver, and 10 million horses of silk.

The people of Bianliang City saw a cart of treasures in the palace sent outside the city.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that compared with the requirements of the Jin people, these things are far from enough. Just as most people in the city feared, a few days later, the rich people in Miyagi were killed. As countless families were raided by the forbidden army, the team of chariots and horses that sent gold and silver outside the city grew again.

But a discerning person can still see that this is still not enough.

It's definitely not enough.

After half a month, the whole city was searched for gold and silver, but it was only a few hundred thousand taels of gold and more than seven million taels of silver. Fortunately, Jin Da is generous, and I heard that the princess is beautiful. The emperor and the princess each had 1,000 ingots of gold, the zongji had 500 ingots of gold, the clan concubine had 200 ingots of gold, the clan wife had 500 ingots of silver, the clan wife had 200 ingots of silver, and the noble relatives and daughters had 100 ingots of silver.

In this way, with a million taels of gold, ten million taels of silver, a large number of women and the three towns of Zhongshan, Hejian, and Taiyuan were cut off and withdrawn.

The golden man who took the benefits left, but Bianliang City was like a house that had been ransacked by robbers, and it was scattered.

No one went to the Washe on Mahang Street and Panlou Street. Killing Pig Alley, the hook fence door of the right door can be full of birds.

Without money, even if you are self-numb, you have no capital.

But the blind Xianggong and Miaoyin are still walking in the teahouse.

When the situation is good, someone rewards money cakes, and when they get out of the teahouse, they eat fragrant candy. When the situation is bad, the ventriloquist of "Bianliang Liu" can also be mixed with three or two meals of coarse tea and light rice.

It's just that the reputation has surpassed that of the "blind Xianggong" Miaoyin, but it is not popular;

There will always be people inside and outside the teahouse crying and beating their chests, pointing to the sky and scolding the saints for being mediocre, traitorous ministers misleading the country, and the border army is incompetent.

Every now and then, the shopkeeper of the teahouse pats the notes written on the pillars of the teahouse bitterly - don't talk about state affairs, don't discuss current affairs.

Compared with the prosperous era in the dream of Miaoyin, the quiet nature of the blind Xianggong has won the hearts of the people.

However, even those days did not last long.

After a few months, he had just received the benefits, and he thought that this Huo Song was still rich Jin Ren called again.

In August, Yan Zonghan went out of Datong. On the eighth day of the ninth month, Wanyan Zong looked out of Baozhou. On September 15, Xinle was lost, and on September 21, Taiyuan was lost. All the way to Clone, to cross Mengjin, to Xijing, Yong'an all surrendered without a fight.

Only more than two months later, Bianliang, which had just been away from the war for more than half a year, was crushed by the army again.

Before the screen of the teahouse, there was finally no one left. Previously, the family's materials were looted, and there was no way to live in the camp, and the blind minister, who had always been in bad health, died on a rainy night not long after.

On the first day of the 11th month of the leap month, the city was broken.

He asked for a straw mat for his father and buried him in the back of the house, when he heard that the thieves had entered the city.

Before she could finish burning the paper money for her dead father, several palace officials came to the door under the leadership of the shopkeeper of the teahouse.

"The Holy One has called you to the palace. ”

Listening to the palace official's words, Miao Yin was stunned. She couldn't understand what the emperor, who had lost his country and made hundreds of people miserable, what to do with him at this juncture.

......

Through the palace official's indignant narration, Miaoyin learned that it was a few hours ago, and the general of the Jin people stood in the palace overlooking the smoke and dust of Bianliang, and sighed;

I heard that the south is rich, especially Bianjing is like spring all year round, famous prostitutes and beauties, scholars and talents, countless, real world scenery. I've been admiring this scene for a long time, and now I'm finally seeing it with my troops. But I saw that this was the chaos of the empty city, and I didn't see the grand scene of the past, which is really a pity.

The abolished emperor, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling on the side, took the opportunity to say that he had heard the ventriloquist of Miaoyin in the hook column before, and took the initiative to make Miaoyin use ventriloquism to imitate the original Bianjing scene, for the Jin generals to watch.

Hearing this, Miao Yin smiled.

She remembered what her father had muttered countless times before his death, and was still muttering until he died—if you were a man, it would be fine.

"What about the boys?"

On the carriage leading to the palace, Miao Yin said with a miserable smile.

"What did the little lady say?"

Faced with the palace official's inquiry, Miao Yin shook her head.

Walking through the scattered and dilapidated alleys, passing through the Goolan Mansion where bursts of women crying and screaming, and thieves shouting wantonly, I don't know how long it took Miaoyin to finally reach the main hall that she had seen countless times under the leadership of the palace official.

On the dragon chair carved by the purple and gold dragon, a golden man with a scimitar hanging from his waist was sitting upright.

On the side, kneeling was a man with a white face and a short beard.

The purple and gold dragon robe on the man's body was torn to pieces by someone for some reason, and the golden dragon with claws hung down under his crotch like a dead snake.

With just one glance, Miao Yin recognized this person.

It was the person who said that his father's ventriloquism was nothing more than this in the teahouse before, and later rewarded himself with a golden cake.

"My lord, this is a wonderful person I once knew at the hook fence, and he can imitate the prosperous scenery of this Bianliang with just one mouth. ”

Looking at the person who was once high in the world, at this time with indescribable flattery to please the golden man on his head, Miao Yin smiled slightly.

"Official, don't come to harm?"

"Little lady, don't say much, quickly show your ventriloquist to the king and the generals!"

The girl smiled at the command.

"Okay, I want four screens, a long table, a ruler, and a silk handkerchief. ”

Although the palace has been swept away by the golden soldiers, these are not rare things. Immediately, four screens were erected in the middle of the main hall.

The girl took a deep look at the emperor who was kneeling on the ground, and the princes and ministers in the hall who were trembling like quails, walked into the screen, and sat down calmly.

On the dragon chair, Jin Shuai, who had long been looking forward to the beauty of the Central Plains, sat up straight.

But a moment passed, and the "sound of prosperity" behind the screen that was depicted by the deposed emperor at his feet did not appear for a long time.

"Why don't you start yet?"

In the face of the urging, the Waste Emperor under his feet frowned, and after kowtowing, he got up from the ground and walked to the small world surrounded by four screens.

"Why doesn't the little lady perform yet?"

In the middle of the screen, a beautiful voice sounded.

"The officials want to see the prosperity of Bianliang?"

"Don't say more, little lady, hurry up. “

I urged again, but there was no answer in the screen.

The deposed emperor has no patience,

He pulled back a corner of the screen.

As the screen was lifted, a soft and slimy thing fell on his face with a "snap".

"Ah!!h

After seeing clearly what was on his face, and then seeing the girl in the screen, the waste emperor screamed and fell to the ground.

The four screens were also swept down by him in a panic.

After the long table, the girl looked at the princes and ministers in the main hall, the famous and noble, and the dignified man pursed his mouth.

In the panic and screams of the room, the girl whose mouth was covered with blood finally spoke.

A large mouthful of blood, with a pile of minced meat, spurted out of her mouth.

"Phew!"

......

Bed in the bedroom.

Li Shixin's eyes widened suddenly, and his tongue moved with palpitations.

Although he had woken up from the dream, the moment Miaoyin bit his tongue off, the pain was piercing to the bone, and it was still impacting his cavity and the base of his tongue.

The feeling of soreness and swelling pain that gathered the heart made Li Shixin swallow his saliva.

At this moment, a soft sound of the system sounded in my ears again.

Drip!

The [Lost Ventriloquist] skill dream is over, and the skill has been fully mastered.

Description: Whoever you love me like, I can give you the voice you want. But if the prosperous age can only be simulated and whitewashed with the tongue, I'm sorry, I can't learn this prosperous world.

After taking a deep look at the new string of affixes for skill description, Li Shixin got up from the bed.

That's when his phone rang. On the display, it shows the "Memorial Hall of Aid to Korea".

I wrote more than 2,000 words last night, but the plot is incomplete, so I put it together today, 4,000 and 5 chapters, ask for a monthly ticket!

(End of chapter)