"You still say that I can't read this book?" Su Shangjun frowned, "It's just that the ending in this book is too bitter, I don't know how many girls' tears you have earned with this method......

I'm just a simple porter of other people's articles, not the master of the writer, Jiang Changan said bitterly in his heart.

Su Shangjun's face suddenly became entangled, and he wanted to say something, but he always wanted to say it and stopped.

Jiang Changan asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Shangjun shook his head gently, his eyes flashed quickly, and he didn't know if it was because the wine was not dispersed just now or what, his mouth was like holding a coal, he only felt that his mouth was dry, smoothed his throat, and said slowly: "Can you ...... Can you tell me a story?"

"Huh?" Jiang Changan didn't react, his face was stunned, women who generally like to listen to stories, but in principle, most of them belong to women who have fantasies about life, I didn't expect Su Shangjun to make such a request.

It was difficult for Jiang Changan to connect that virtuous and intelligent great sect master with the weak woman in front of him.

"You...... Don't get me wrong, I just heard that the fourth son of Jiangzhou Jiang is eloquent, he can speak in March, and when he was one year old, he robbed the job of the storyteller on the street, so I want to see it......"

This is true, for Jiang Chang'an, who has been a man of two lifetimes, if it weren't for the fact that his family was willing to let him walk on the ground when he was one year old, the storyteller's business would have been gone long ago.

With the four famous books and a large number of them, what kind of fantasy science fiction and magic, ancient poetry epics and limericks come as soon as they open their mouths, Jiang Chang'an became the child king of Jiangzhou early, but for a young man in his twenties, it is also the loneliest thing.

Later, I met the little girl Yirou, Jiang Changan often tells some stories she likes in her spare time, thinking of this stubborn little girl who loves to read and sleeps like this, Jiang Changan smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, she really misses it after not seeing her for many years, I don't know if this little girl has been wronged in the Heavenly Mandate Sect?

"What kind of story do you want to hear?" Jiang Changan sat sideways on the edge of the bed, his eyes completely occupied by Su Shangjun.

"You, don't look at me like this......" Su Shangjun looked down at the foot of the bed, "You give me, tell me about the Wind Snow Mountain Temple......

"Water Margin, how did you hear that?" Jiang Changan smiled curiously, he had only told the story of "Water Margin" in Jiangzhou, Jiangzhou and Yingzhou are thousands of miles apart, in this era when there is no Internet news circulation is extremely slow, how did Su Shangjun know?

Jiang Changan didn't know how many times he had secretly turned over the various stories that had been written, but how could this powerful lady admit that she was Jiang Changan's "number one book fan", so she had to look up at Jiang Changan without answering, her eyes were round, and she looked like I would give you a good look if you don't tell me quickly.

Jiang Changan was amused and said with a smile: "Yes, I'll talk ......."

Lin Chong Fengxue Mountain Temple, this is the favorite section of Jiang Chang'an in the Water Margin, speaking of which is also familiar with the road, painting sound and color, when to hang up the appetite, when to lay out the direct narrative, the rhythm is grasped, the plot change is just right, I don't know how much more interesting than the words in the book.

"I cut off my head early and put it on my gun. Come back and cut off Fu'an and Lu Qian's heads. And he thrust the sharp knife into a knot of the hair of the three men, and brought them into the temple, and laid them on the table before the mountain god. Then he put on a white cloth shirt, brought the felt hat, and drank the cold wine in the gourd. He was lost with the gourd, and with a gun, he went out of the temple gate and threw himself to the east. ”

After finishing a paragraph, Su Shangjun's eyes were distracted, and he didn't feel anything hearty, let alone sentimental Lin Chong's wife Zhang, but looked at Jiang Chang'an indifferently.

Jiang Changan said with a smile: "As the head of the 800,000 chief sect, he doesn't dare to be angry for the sake of his official position, and many people say that he is ......."

When he was in Jiangzhou, he was scolded a lot because of this, but Jiang Changan still didn't change a single bit, and moved up as it was.

Su Shangjun, who was lying in the posture of his daughter, poured out: "What is written in this book is infinitely benevolent and righteous, infinitely humiliated, but the most memorable thing is the word 'helpless'. ”

There was a twitch between her eyebrows, and she said ghostly, "What if it were you?

Su Shangjun immediately felt remorse after asking, Jiang Chang'an originally lived a stable life of brocade clothes and jade food, but after experiencing multiple changes in his relatives, he entered Cangzhou and worked in a pool of blood for three years, what was it for?

He had already made a choice, a choice that would only be made by a fool in the eyes of ordinary people.

Su Shangjun's eyes stared at him without blinking, and although she regretted it, she was still curious about how Jiang Changan would answer.

Jiang Changan said with a smile: "In the book, it is written that 'the red dragon fights and leaps, how the jade armor is one after another, and the pink butterflies compete to fly, covering the flames of the fire lotus. At first, I suspected that Emperor Yan was a horseman, and I guessed that the south chased the Vermilion Bird and camped everywhere. Who knows that it is a disaster in the white ground, and you must also believe that the electricity is turned on in the dark room. 'After several changes in a moment, life is born to toss, who has not been stupid. ”

Although he said this, he did not regret it in the slightest.

Su Shangjun's face was unbearable, he held Jiang Changan's hand with concern, feeling the warmth in his hand, Jiang Changan looked sideways slightly, and instinctively flashed back, but the palms of his hands were tightly held by the palms that stretched out of the quilt, and he looked down at it, and there was infinite affection in those beautiful eyes, and his pleasant voice was soft and whispered: "Wen Jun has read the book dozens of times in ten years, and only today can I really understand it." ”

Su Shangjun could hear that the tone of Jiang Chang'an's speech was full of a kind of swear and gamble with the sky, and he would not admit defeat to death.

Just as the book says: Look at this fire, it can teach the martyrs to be ignorant, and this snow should make the hearts of the wicked and evil chilled!

What Jiang Changan wants is never a simple statement, but what he owes, ten times repay!

Jiang Changan's palm trembled slightly, but it was held tighter by the soft cana.

"People say that they can find a confidant in their writings. Jiang Changan smiled slightly, "Honesty doesn't deceive me." ”

"Sleep, there's a lot of work to attend to when you wake up, my Sect Master. ”

Su Shangjun's cheeks, which had just faded from temperature, turned crimson again, and he whispered, like a fly.

"What did you say?" Jiang Changan asked.

Su Shangjun took two deep breaths and said, "That...... When I woke up, were you still there?"

"In. Jiang Changan responded.

Strange to say, Su Shangjun, who has always been vigilant, actually slept very sweetly when he was in the same room with a man this time.

The usually stern and solemn face was calm and quiet at the moment, and his eyes were slightly red and swollen because of the crying just now.

Jiang Changan carefully covered the quilt and wrapped it tightly, for fear that a small wind that was not long-eyed would come over and blow her.

"Get a good night's sleep, everything will be fine...... Jiang Changan said after getting up and walking out, gently closing the door.

The person on the bed didn't know what he dreamed about, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

The weather is getting colder, and the full moon is hiding in the darkness trying to warm up with the dark clouds, and the dim and bright moonlight is not enough to illuminate the way.

Jiang Chang'an walked unhurriedly to the garden connected to the pond behind the library pavilion, this garden was once taken care of by Song Daoling, and then it was Su Shangjun who helped take care of it carefully, everything has not changed from the original, but because of the climate, there is no sound of insects and birds, and it is quiet and empty at night.

Compared with two years ago, there is a lonely grave with the word Song Daoling written on it in the open space in the middle.

Jiang Changan stood in front of the grave for a long time, and suddenly a sound of light footsteps came into his ears-

"Do you know I'm coming?" Xiao Yao walked towards Jiang Chang'an leisurely, looking mediocre but with an aggressive momentum.

"Are you Chu Meifeng's person?" Jiang Changan asked.

"Sort of. Xiao Yao said, "Zhuang Ting, this waste, if you kill Su Shangjun quickly without doing anything, it can be regarded as a success, but it just ruined my good plan, it was really in vain that I sacrificed my life to save him, and it was more than enough to succeed." But it's okay, it didn't turn out badly, at least, I see you now......"

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