Tang Dynasty, Chang'an.

A tea shop is full.

"The spring night is bitter and the day is short, and the king ...... Not early!" The storyteller shook the sandalwood fan in his hand, squinted his eyes, and reveled in the story he had just told.

The audience applauded, "Good ——"

The storyteller took a fan, tapped the desk twice, and said: "This Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred" is really well written! This country is picturesque, and the face is like a dream, how many kings in the past dynasties can hide from such a delicate woman!"

"Isn't that right! There was King Shang in the front, King Zhou You in the back, and Xuanzong who almost buried the great rivers and mountains!"

"Yes......! It's not a beautiful jade, it's a curse!"

"If you want me to say, if this woman is extremely beautiful, it will be a disaster! You see how many kings have abandoned the government and finally buried the great country!"

Everyone in the audience agreed with the latter's remarks, but there are countless athletic men in this world, and a few of them are not bowing down under the skirt of the red-faced woman.

It's a knot, it's a robbery!

A hint of disdain flashed on the storyteller's face, as if he disagreed with what the people below were talking about, and he knocked on the desk twice, with some force.

"If this delicate woman has such great courage and can subvert the lifeblood of a country, then it is also a strange woman......! It's even more different from cloud and mud, what qualifications do you have to judge her life!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was a little dissatisfied, and the abuse filled the entire tea shop.

There was a young and vigorous young man in the audience who couldn't stand it anymore, and stood up and pointed at the storyteller and scolded angrily: "Stinky storyteller, who do you say is ......?"

"Smack!"

A crisp sound calmed all the noise.

I saw that the young man who was still angry and pointed at the storyteller and scolded him, gave himself a slap, and everyone was stunned and stunned, and before they could react, another slap was imprinted on the left side of the face.

One after another, they were branded with clear palm prints, staining the whole face red.

The storyteller sneered, "This is providence, providence!"

"Stinky storyteller, what kind of magic have you used on me!" the young man fanned himself as he rushed to the desk.

The storyteller raised his fingertips, and the young man was ejected from the tea shop and smashed on the bluestone road, attracting passers-by on Chang'an Street to watch.

"Uncle Ben is in a good mood today, let you die!" The storyteller retracted his original appearance, kicked his legs straight on the desk, unfolded the sandalwood fan in his hand, and fanned it leisurely.

Everyone in the tea shop looked frightened and wanted to flee from this place, but the moment they turned around, the door of the tea shop closed fiercely.

Uncle Ben finally came to this world to wander around and tell you mortals a story, don't know what to do!"

The storyteller glanced at everyone, his eyes were full of disdain, and the little second in the tea shop had already cried his pants in fright.

"Sit down!"

The storyteller gave an order, and the people left behind in the tea shop sat in place one after another, swallowing their saliva nervously, their backs were cold, and they didn't dare to move easily.

Once again, the story has turned a page.

......

......

As the poem of later generations wrote: "Since then the king has not been in the early dynasty!"

For half a month, Di Xin always slept until three poles in the sun, and there was a thick layer of ash hidden on the stone steps in the Longde Palace.

Bi Er took a smash of the fold, walked into the Star Picking Tower, and what caught his eye was a touch of incense and his shoulders were exposed, Bi Er took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and continued to take half a step forward.

"King Qiqi, this is the letter of advice played by Prime Minister Bigan and his party. ”

Di Xin waved his hand a little lazily, "Put it on the ground, and I'll see it later." ”

"Wow. ”

Pierre did not place the folds on the ground, but kept them in his hands and retreated to his left.

From time to time, there was the charming murmur of a beautiful woman, which caused Di Xin to laugh for a long time, and there was only joy and enjoyment in that laughter.

The delicate flattering voice had been echoing in the cochlea of the other ear, and the other ear could not stand it, he really couldn't associate the beorienting voice with the eyes full of the past yesterday.

The owner of those eyes should be arrogant and high!

Entering this song city, she sees death as home, people's mouths can be full of nonsense, and her heart is difficult to peep into clearly, but only her eyes ...... It's not going to lie!

He looked directly into Su Daji's eyes and knew what kind of person she was.

But now in the eyes of Su Daji on the side of this Emperor Xin......

Bier raised his eyes lightly, and met those eyes, a little familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere, but they were strangers that he had never had, and there was a real heart in them...... But it is also full of false lies!

Su Daji looked at the other ear, put away half of the flattery, but the corners of her mouth rose slightly, like a flower that had not yet budded.

Bier lowered his head, no longer looking at those eyes, and the pair of talented and beautiful women who were like glue.

Pier couldn't remember how long he had lowered his head, and when he came back to his senses, there were already hundreds of civil and military officials kneeling outside the Star Picking Tower, and their faces were a little red under the scorching sun.

are all asking for the order: "The minister implores the king to move to the Longde Palace, don't lose the century-old foundation of Yin Shang!"

The words of advice were chiseled into his ears, and he looked at Di Xin on the soft couch, and the joy on his face instantly dissipated, and he returned to his previous unruly appearance.

"All Aiqing, please go back, I'm tired today, Bi'er!"

"The minister is here. ”

"Send you Aiqing out of the palace. ”

"Wow. ”

The order to evict the guest has been issued, the civil and military officials are all sighing at each other, I don't know what to do, at this time Prime Minister Bigan risked death, hurriedly broke into the palace, Pier Er didn't have time to stop him, Prime Minister Bigan saw a glimpse of spring.

He quickly lowered his head and closed his eyes.

This move startled Su Daji and Di Xin, who were still on the soft couch. Di Xin hurriedly pulled out a robe and wrapped Su Daji's smooth skin.

"Bigan!"

Di Xin was furious, and his eyebrows were full of anger.

"The old minister cares about the great cause of Yin Shang, and he has no choice but to make this decision, the king does not care about the beauty, but he can't help but waste this Yin Shang's century-old foundation!

Bigan is also an old minister of the two dynasties, and he has worked hard for the century-old foundation of Yin Shang, and he can't bear to see this Yin Shang's foundation ruined.

Bi Er looked at the three thousand silver threads of Prime Minister Bi Gan, all of them were white-headed by Yin Shang, Bi Gan was Bi Er's teacher, and taught Bi Er some ways to govern the country, Bi Er respected him very much, and so did Di Xin.

It was only later, with the vicissitudes of the world and the influx of political power, Di Xin gradually became estranged from Bigan.

Di Xin rubbed his eyebrows, and he still had a little sense when it came to the Dongyi government.

"Dongyi is in turmoil, and there is Wen Taishi to calm down, so Qing doesn't need to worry too much. ”

"The King's ......"

"Bigan!"

Di Xin interrupted Bigan's admonition, his tone full of impatience.

"I'm tired!"