"You don't have to follow me, you can do what you like. Chu Xianzhao leaned against the door and found that the girl who was sneakily following him, and a big wolf was following her, looking straight at Chu Xianzhao with blue eyes.

"Su Younu is out...... There's no one in the Eagle Grove, I'm so bored. With her hands behind her back, the girl could almost make a circle on the ground on her toes.

Chu Xuan looked at this girl who was nominally his fiancée, and his heart was somewhat complicated, and he didn't know how to dismiss her for a while: "You can go to the lotus pond to have a look, there are a lot of interesting things in this palace, you can ask the young slave sister to teach you embroidery and flower arrangement......

"I don't like those things. Ye Weiwei's face was as red as an unripe eggplant, Su Younu told her to communicate more with Chu Xianzhao, after all, the two of them are going to enter the marriage hall in the future, and it is not a way to hide in him all the time, it is always a good thing to get acquainted early.

But she also took the initiative, but she always felt that Chu Xianzhao was deliberately avoiding her, and every time she saw her, she would panic, she was stupid, and she didn't know how to talk to him, so she had to look at him from a distance, hugging the white wolf and looking sad

"And what do you like?"

"I want to think about it......"

"Then tell me when you're ready. ”

The boy gave an awkward smile and walked away with his hands behind his back, trying to fool around with a gag.

"Are you going to look for her?"

Chu Xianzhao stopped and looked back, the girl's tears were full of tears, as if she had been greatly wronged, her little fists were clenched tightly, and she didn't say a word, while the white wolf glared at him fiercely, and her mouth couldn't stop barking.

After a long silence, Ye turned around slightly and left: "You go find her...... I won't bother you again. ”

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'll take you to see the excitement at night. Chu was in a hurry, he couldn't see the girl crying,

"Where are you going?" Ye Weiwei suddenly came to his senses.

The storyteller walked out of the curtain, revealing a shiny bald head, shaking his long white eyebrows that almost drooped to his eyes, drank two sips of tea to moisten his throat, opened the folding fan and paced a few times, looking at the expectant eyes of the audience and smiling.

"The three emperors and five emperors of morality, the fame of the Xia Hou Shang Zhou.

The five heroes are in the spring and autumn, and they rise and fall in an instant!

A few lines of names and surnames in the Qing History, countless barren hills in the Northern Regions-"

The old man folded the fan suddenly: "Listeners, I talked about ...... last time."

Chu Xianzhao and Ye Weiwei sat on the VIP seat on the second floor, the boy was lying comfortably on the brocade mat, and the little guy on the side rubbed his palms and greeted: "Yo, the third prince of Chu, rare guests, what do the third princes of Chu want to hear tonight, it is "Overlord Wujiang Copying Himself", and it is also "A Glimpse of the Amazing Beauty" We invited a famous storyteller tonight, that voice is a must, I let that person say it." ”

"Whatever, by the way, bring me two strings of dried tofu, the dried tofu is a little burnt, three plates of peanuts, plum blossom dew mixed with two taels of water, I don't want to get too drunk." Chu instantly summoned a familiar order, took out a piece of silver from his bosom and put it in the palm of the man's palm, "By the way, take a little more snacks like roses and plums, girls like to eat these." ”

Ye nodded slightly, but his mind was on the white wolf outside the door, Chu Xianzhao didn't agree to her to bring the white wolf into the teahouse, Chu Xianzhao touched her with his elbow: "It's started, it's started." This storytelling in Lin'an City is first-class, and if you haven't heard it in Lin'an City, it's in vain. ”

Ye looked around slightly, craned his neck and asked in a low voice, "What is storytelling?"

"Don't you understand this? This storytelling is a means of begging for a living in the beginning, originally it was not allowed to enter the elegant hall, but then gradually entered the hall and became a kind of entertainment that everyone likes. Some storytellers like to put a little "Lianhuale" on their right hand, but you can't notice this, just listen carefully to his story. ”

"Hmm!" Ye nodded slightly.

The applause downstairs suddenly rang out, and Mr. used the fan in his hand to beat regularly, walking leisurely back and forth on the stage, the folding fan was suddenly folded, and two people with masks walked out from behind the screen, one was wearing an embroidered gold red robe, and the other was a white robe with pink sleeves, so that people could not distinguish who was male and who was female.

"The one in the red robe is the emperor, and the one in the white robe is Yang Guifei. Chu Xianzhao reminded.

The gentleman's fingers swept lightly over the folding fan, and as soon as he pulled the wake wood, the surroundings fell silent.

He said loudly: "The Emperor of the Han Dynasty is heavy on the country, and Yuyu has been unable to ask for it for many years.

The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir.

It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once chose the king's side.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color-"

"Yang Guifei! It's been a long time since I've heard this story. Chu Xianzhao held his chin, his eyes were misty.

When the gentleman spoke, he was full of energy, and when he talked about books, he was full of emotion. He occasionally folded his fan and talked eloquently. Ye Weiwei didn't know who Yang Guifei was, and no one had taught her this. She watched blankly, imagining that the woman in brocade clothes and pink sleeves stood on top of the city, the sound of the piano turned from light to urgent, and the emperor did not hesitate to spend a lot of money in exchange for lychees in order to win a smile from the beauty, and the gentleman finally stopped talking, and played the long piano lightly, all played by the two corners on the stage to play the concubine and the emperor, the two were sometimes entangled, sometimes separated, Mr. frowned, and his fingers were repeatedly wiped on the strings.

The gentleman swept and pressed the strings, and for a time the world was silent.

"Eh, I didn't understand just now, why did the emperor's son fall in love with the concubine, but why did the concubine leave him to go to the nunnery, and cut her hair and give it to him, and then they were together again, and then separated...... Did the two of them end up together?" Ye asked in a low voice.

"No...... They didn't get together in the end, and the traitors in that country were in charge in the end, and the eunuchs were dictatorial, but the emperor was entangled with Yang Guifei every day, ignoring the government and enjoying himself. In the end, the rebels rebelled against each other, and the hundred officials believed that the decline of the country was related to this red face and disaster, and they demanded that Yang Guifei be executed, and the emperor finally gave Guifei a white silk to let her hang herself under the pear tree in order to protect herself. ”

"How can this be......" Ye opened his eyes slightly.

In the end, when the emperor returned to the palace, he ordered the painter to paint a portrait of Yang Guifei, hang it in the palace, look at the portrait all day long and miss Yang Guifei, and finally died, and their story came to an end, which is very touching. ”

"It's heart-wrenching. ”

"Pierce what?" Chu Xianzhao didn't understand the little princess's fresh vocabulary.

"Doesn't he love her very much? But why did he want her to die in the end? Ye was slightly excited.

In fact, there is no shame in this story at all, there is just a poor woman who died under the flame of love. Chu instantly summoned the quiet road.

Ye looked at the concubine lying in the emperor's arms on the stage with a little melancholy, Chu Xianzhao had already told her the ending of the story, even so she couldn't help but feel sad.

Her heart moved slightly, it turned out that this was the case, love until the end everyone died

"I would like to be a winged bird, and I would like to be a branch.

The days are long, and this hatred is endless.

The concubine lost her way and looked back at an empty place.

Imperial flashy dreams. Three lives are insignificant.

Although you are in love, why meet again.

The emperor is alive, and Ji is passing away,

There's no end to it—"

This song-like voice is like a song and a poem, Ye Weiwei's tears fell like this, as if there was a big hole in his heart, sour water flowed out of it, and it was like the autumn wind blowing through the fallen leaves, those bleak and cold, she died like that, the woman on the stage fell into the arms of the emperor, red face and blood, the emperor knelt in front of her and sang a chant, holding a white silk in his hand.

Chu Xianzhao's gaze kept falling on the concubine, the woman's face was wearing a pink mask, her waist was as light as a bird, and the gentleman would beat the piano a few times, like the sound of a string.

The woman sang loudly, and her beautiful singing voice spread again, she sang in the Yinguo dialect, and Ye Weiwei could no longer understand the words she sang. I just feel that the song is like the wind for a while, like the heavenly immortals walking on the clouds, like the petals flowing like flowing water, like the beauty of the flowers, just drifting, flowing to the endless distance. Will the beauty who was entangled in white silk think about the emperor before she died, but she was also empty in her heart, and she was pitiful to the bones of the beauty tree.

The corners of Chu Xianzhao's eyes moistened slightly.

The gentleman suddenly woke up and patted the wood, all the sounds disappeared, and the horns on the stage also stood on both sides of the gentleman and saluted the audience on the stage.

"Good!"