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Liu Xin silently poured a cup and drank slowly.

Wen Yanbo on the side took a piece of treasure duck and chewed it a few bites, only to feel tasteless, and couldn't help complaining: "Why doesn't this Yunlai Pavilion even have a siu mai?"

Liu Xin glanced at him and replied: "If you want to eat barbecued pork or siu mai, you can go to the Babao Teahouse, and no one will follow you." ”

"No, no, no!"

Wen Yanbo, who is no longer confused, is like a willful child at this moment, pouting and saying: "That Lao Shizi's 'advertisement' must be Le Lang's idea, as far as he is the most scheming, no matter how delicious the siu mai of Babao Teahouse is, I won't go!"

Liu Xin never thought that this old enemy, who usually had a black face, would have such a childish side, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

While the two were chatting and eating and drinking, they suddenly ......

- "Smack!"

Not far away was a square table with a large bowl, a teapot, and a cup of hot tea.

Sitting at the square table was the storyteller, and I saw him holding a folding fan, and the startling wood in front of him was patted, and the conversation box was not opened, and the audience was already surrounded by him.

A guest asked, "What are you reading today?"

The storyteller smiled and replied, "The new issue of "Bianjing Magazine" has a good story, why don't you tell you about it?"

Then the guest asked, "Who wrote it?" and what story?"

"It was written by 'Mr. Shuren', called "The Story of the Three Kingdoms", which tells the heroic story of Wei, Shu and Wu in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. ”

"Okay!" shouted yes, it was a middle-aged man next to him. Seeing that although he was well-dressed, he did not lose his heroic spirit, and only listened to him: "Sir, tell me quickly, my Miao Mingjie has always loved the story of heroes and heroes!"

The storyteller slapped the wood again and said with a smile: "Then, I won't talk about it!"

After that, he opened the small journal and asked: "Everyone, there is a small word in the opening article, called "Linjiang Immortal", do you want to read it?"

And the people said yes.

The storyteller recited: "The Yangtze River is rolling east, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes." Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red ...... a few times"

"Good!

Before the storyteller finished reading, a young and white scholar clapped his hands and exclaimed: "What a sentence, 'right and wrong, success or failure, turn your head empty'!" Generous and tragic, the meaning is endless. ”

Next to him was a tall scholar with a slightly darker complexion, who also echoed: "The word 'Mr. Shuren' not only has a sense of the rise and fall of history, but also a sense of the ups and downs of life! ”

The white-faced scholar nodded violently and said: "Exactly!" 'Mr. Shuren' must have been so gloomy because he had a talent that shocked the world!"

When Wen Yanbo on the side heard this, he was even more angry, "bah" twice, and said loudly: "He is a person who is full of copper smell and forgets his righteousness when he sees wealth! What kind of "Linjiang Immortal" is this, I don't know where I copied it!"

Everyone looked back at him, some were puzzled, some were curious, but more were angry.

The tall scholar stepped forward and asked, "'Mr. Shuren's wonderful pen and flowers, golden medals and jade sentences, everyone knows, dare to ask Your Excellency why he said this?"

The middle-aged man named Miao Mingjie slapped the table next to him and said angrily: "Little brother, don't pay attention to him, he must be jealous of 'Mr. Shuren''s chest, so he spoke wildly." ”

glared at Wen Yanbo again: "This kind of narrow-minded villain, Miao has seen a lot!"

Wen Yanbo's gray beard trembled with anger, he looked at Miao Mingjie angrily, stood up and said, "The old man is going to expose the true face of that miser today......

Before the word "eye" was finished, Liu Xin pressed him down and apologized to everyone: "My friend is too drunk and drunk, please forgive me." ”

Then the people gave up.

Wen Yanbo murmured complainingly, "Who do you say is drunk? Why don't you let me continue?"

Liu Xin shook his head and sighed: "Kuanfu, it's hard to make a fuss ...... the public."

Over there, the storyteller said, "I haven't finished reading this word yet," so he continued to read aloud: "White-haired fisherman Jiangzhu is customary."

Look at the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

"Okay!" Miao Mingjie first applauded: "Heroic enough!"

He took out his usual money, threw it into the big bowl in front of the storyteller, and said loudly: "Storyteller, I have made up my mind about this story, uncle, I will reward you in advance!"

The storyteller hurriedly thanked him, and then continued to talk about it.

With the usual money reward, he was satisfied, so he spoke more attentively.

- "Speaking of the general trend of the world, it will be together for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time." Just like the peony butter cake newly launched by Nahexiangju, it is a round piece, fragrant and crispy, cut a few pieces to eat, one piece, one piece, another piece, the taste is endless! Eat into the stomach, and it is a complete piece. This is a long time must be together, a long time must be divided. ”

Wen Yanbo listened, the green tendons appeared, and he blew his beard and glared at Liu Xin: "Listen, listen carefully, what kind of bullshit is this......!

Liu Xin smiled and said nothing.

The storyteller continued: "In the year of the Eastern Weekend, the Seven Kingdoms were divided and merged into Qin. After the destruction of the Qin state, Chu and Han divided and merged into Han. Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, revolted by cutting the white snake and ruled the world, and later the Guangwu Zhongxing was passed to the Han Xian Emperor, and then it was divided into three kingdoms......"

The storyteller's seven emotions are said vividly.

Before you know it, more than an hour has passed, and the sky has darkened.

I only heard him talk about the three knots of the peach orchard: "That Zhang Fei said: 'There is a peach orchard behind my village, and the flowers are in full bloom; tomorrow we should worship heaven and earth in the garden, and the three of us will become brothers, work together, and then we can achieve great things.'" Liu Xuande and Guan Yunchang responded in unison: "This is very good." ’”

After that, he took a sip of tea and was silent.

The crowd urged him: "Why don't you keep talking about the storyteller?"

The storyteller smiled: "I want to know what happens next, and listen to the breakdown tomorrow." ”

The crowd muttered, "Spin! Spin!"

Storytelling, every day is divided into several paragraphs, the first paragraph is shorter, and the second paragraph is said soon after the break, this break is called spinning.

As he swirled, the storyteller took the large bowl from the desk and collected money from the audience.

Storytellers often don't talk much, and when they are about to end, they save the most critical moments for tomorrow.

Sometimes, in the audience, someone will shout "spin", which means that the storyteller will say a little more. If the storyteller can't do it, he can only add it, but the pass is still retained.

At this time, the storyteller still insisted: "Everyone, break it down tomorrow." ”

And the crowd dispersed.

I heard Miao Mingjie say again: "The story is a good story! But why do you always mention the lotus fragrance house?"

When the white-faced scholar heard this, he also agreed: "Exactly, it's not about butter cakes, it's about crab steamed buns, I am hungry when I hear it." ”

"I think that even if there is no content of this Lotus Xiangju, it is smooth," the tall scholar guessed: "Isn't it that this "Bianjing Magazine" received the silver taels of Lotus Xiangju and forced 'Mr. Shuren' to add these?"

"How can it be!"

Miao Mingjie was furious and shouted to everyone: "Everyone, let's go to the message board to pay attention, don't let the mercenary editorial department wronged 'Mr. Shuren'!"

As soon as the call was called, the bustling twenty or thirty people all went in the direction of the editorial office.

Seeing this situation, Wen Yanbo couldn't help but sigh: "Ge Lao, fortunately, you are fighting with reason, otherwise you will publish this 'soft advertisement' in the next issue, and you will take the blame for Lelang's kid." ”

"Kuanfu, Kuanfu," Liu Xin took a sip of light wine, took a long breath, and asked with a smile: "How many years have you been an official in the court?"

Wen Yanbo didn't know why: "The more next year, the twenty-seven years." ”

"Hmm......" Liu Xin shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Can't you really see that His Royal Highness has no intention of being obsessed with this 'soft advertisement'?"

Liu Xin asked.

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