The others were dissatisfied and asked Ling Qingcheng one after another: "You are talking about something interesting!"

"I said it, I'm afraid that I will rob this gentleman of his job. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ling Qingcheng shook the folding fan and said with interest.

"It's okay, it's okay, storytellers eat according to their abilities, and if you say it well, I will also admire it. "The storyteller is very humble in his words.

Ling Qingcheng smiled slyly: "Then I'll talk about it shortly, and I can finish it in three days." ”

"Childe, no one listens to the short story, how can you make money here?"

"yes. ”

The audience began to chim.

Ling Qingcheng kicked lightly, the chair flew onto the table, Ling Qingcheng sat on the table, looked at the people around him condescendingly, "snapped" the fan opened, and shook it gently in front of him.

"The story I tell is very simple, neither a chivalrous nor a love and hate, it is about you and me, it may be you. Ling Qingcheng pointed his fan, and a middle-aged man with a goatee in front of him was suddenly startled.

"It could be you, too. Ling Qingcheng raised his hand and pointed at the other person.

The story is very simple, it is about a Qiu Yuanwai in the city, he is old and has a son, and he loves this child very much, but this child has been weak and sick since he was a child, and Qiu Yuanwai worships every mountain, in order to pray for a healthy body for the child.

In the end, he worshiped a mountain, and the child who had a fever and cough was actually better when he went down the mountain, so Qiu Yuanwai made a wish that he would plant a hundred golden silk nanmu when he went back, and ten years later, when the child grew up, he transported these nanmu to build a temple.

In the blink of an eye, the ten-year deadline has arrived, these nanmu are also growing very prosperous, one rainy night, thunderstorms, who knows that a thunderstorm, split one of the nanmu, after a while, nanmu fire, he wrapped the mountain with fire.

Overnight, these nanmu turned into nothing, and the son of the member was also in a coma with a high fever, and Qiu was very anxious.

Speaking of this, Ling Qingcheng coughed lightly and took a sip of tea, not planning to say any more.

The storyteller chuckled and said, "Nanmu is not a rare thing, if Qiu Yuanwai has a heart, why don't you buy some more?"

Ling Qingcheng continued with the storyteller, Qiu Yuanwai immediately searched around, and finally gathered enough for a hundred golden silk nanmu, he was ready to send it to be restored, but he didn't want to, they walked in this mountain for a day and a night, but they didn't find the temple, and every hour passed, there were ten nanmu missing on the carriage.

The listeners were interested, and they all asked questions, some guessed that they had encountered ghosts, and some said that they were immortals guiding them.

Ling Qingcheng smiled and said nothing, and took a leisurely sip of tea: "Without a reward, I can't tell this story." ”

As soon as she had finished speaking, the listeners threw pieces of silver on her table, and threw them at her from a distance.

Ling Qingcheng caught it with a folding fan, put it in his hand, and checked it, it turns out that the book is so profitable, and the previous books are not in vain.

Ling Qingcheng talked in Yuelai Building for an hour, and when she stopped, the listeners added money to let her continue to speak, but Ling Qingcheng shook her head and did not agree, only said that she would continue tomorrow, and she chose a single day to tell the story.

Although the listeners did not find it enjoyable, they were still looking forward to tomorrow.

The storyteller came over to greet her, and after a few words of greeting, Ling Qingcheng expressed his intention: "Mr. Wang doesn't have to be nervous, I don't plan to make a living from this, just talk about it occasionally, you are talking about the story of the rivers and lakes, and our stories are not the same." ”

"Zhang Gongzi is polite, your eloquence is very powerful. ”

Ling Qingcheng smiled with satisfaction, and took out ten taels of silver to Mr. Wang: "I'm sorry to borrow your field today." ”

Mr. Wang politely excused himself, and finally accepted it: "Zhang Gongzi is a foreigner, look at the face." ”

"I'm here to visit my family, and I'm here to ask my husband for some news. ”

"You say. ”

"The Han family recently had a wedding banquet, and it was the eldest son who got married, and the second son of the Han family is not young, is there a marriage?"

Ling Qingcheng always wanted to dig up some gossip, although she knew that the possibility was very small.

"The second son you are talking about, this ......"

Ling Qingcheng shook his head with a little disdain: "Since Mr. Wang doesn't want to say it, forget it, I'm just curious, seeing that the Han family has a good background, I want to see if I can climb some relatives." ”

Mr. Wang looked at Ling Qingcheng for a moment, and saw that her clothes were indeed not ordinary people, so he said: "The son doesn't have to bother, the second son of the Han family is notoriously popular, and all men ask for matchmakers to the woman's house, but in the Han family, the matchmaker is about to step on the threshold, and finally is valued by the current concubine and promised to be married to the eldest princess." ”

"However, the eldest princess is much older than Han Gongzi, and she has been married, even if the Han family is willing, Han Gongzi is both talented and beautiful, how can she be willing?"

"You can't have it both ways, many people had trouble because of Han Gongzi before, but now there is the eldest princess in the main room, who dares to make a mistake? The eldest princess of Sheng Guo is not an ornament. ”

It turned out that this was the case, she was helping him block the peach blossoms.

She felt that Han Lingfeng would not be liked by no one, but now it seems that too many people like it, and it has caused an accident.

However, the second son's vision is also very high, and I heard that the eldest princess is also a peerless beauty, so he will willingly become a concubine, presumably the eldest princess also has something extraordinary. ”

Ling Qingcheng chuckled, what was the difference?

Out of Yuelai Building, Ling Qingcheng and Xingsu were going to find a restaurant to eat.

At this time, they saw a woman rushing over with a sword and almost hitting Ling Qingcheng.

The stars held her steady, and the two looked in the direction the woman left, and happened to find Han Lingfeng.

Ling Qingcheng stood behind the stars, not wanting to be discovered, and when the woman rushed over with her sword, Han Lingfeng saw it, quickly snatched her sword, and led her to a remote place.

Ling Qingcheng pulled the stars to continue to watch the gossip, and the two flew over and lay on the wall, their martial arts were very good, and they could clearly hear the conversation in the alley.

"Didn't you say that you wouldn't get married in this life?" the woman asked.

"Fate is destined, this is the marriage of the concubine, and it is the glory of the Han family. ”

"Glory, then, you don't like the princess, you have to do it, do you?" said the woman, as if she was about to pounce.

Han Lingfeng stopped her: "Qianqian, you and I are just friends, and I like the princess more than any woman." ”

Xing Su looked at Ling Qingcheng and made a "powerful" mouth.

Ling Qingcheng glared at him, this kind of more, she was not uncommon at all.

"Is it because the princess is charming? But you said that you don't like the old, if the colt is still there, the princess's children can call you brother. ”

Ling Qingcheng calculated, the three-year-old could indeed speak, this girl knew her very well.

Wait a minute, brother? Are you going to call her aunt?