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Someone laughed loudly, raised the fan in his hand, got up and said, "If it is said that there is a female flying slave, a white-faced scholar, who has love in this life, and becomes a husband and wife, it will shake all things, it may be credible." After all, this flying slave is a white bird, and she will have a love for men and women, which shows that it is rare in the world. But this is a song of peace that quells the flames of war, and it is absolutely impossible! No way! How could the clever King of Chu believe such nonsense! The young man opened the fan and fanned the wind vigorously, exhaled, and said sharply, "This son sees that you are talking nonsense and plotting against you!" ”

So arrogant! Such arrogance!

The boy who told the story had angry eyes and said contemptuously, "I see that you kid is dressed up, I think you were born with a golden spoon in your mouth!" Do you know what human suffering is? Do you know what it means to ruin a country and a family? Do you know what it means to be desperate? ”

The young man who shook the fan had nothing to say for a while, he had been loved by his brother since he was a child, and he really didn't know what this kid said, but today it seems that it has nothing to do with these! What he wants to correct is that this kid is upside down, black and white, and nothing.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the storyteller raised his hand and struck the gong with a wooden mallet, and muttered, "At that time, the king of Chu was already at the end of his rope, the generals rebelled, and the allies did not support, and all the people who were guarding the city gate were old, weak, sick and disabled. But in the face of all this, even the erudite and talented King of Chu is wise and brave,...... All wisdom can only be said to be a drop in the bucket and to no avail! …… However, the only thing that can survive and resurrect from the dead is a miracle! Why not a dead horse as a live horse doctor? At least there is a glimmer of hope. ”

"Good! Good! Good! The crowd clapped their hands and shouted.

Zhongyu and Hu have been at war for many years, and the people in the border cities can be described as miserable. The imperial city is dozens of times better than the border city, but in this battle, it is inevitable that there will be death, wounded, and disabled, and there will be recruitment from all over the country, the age of the soldiers is getting younger and younger, the old soldiers are getting bigger and bigger, the fields and cultivated land are barren a lot, and the people are suffering!

Although the story of the flying slave and the white book is true or false, who does not yearn for peace and peace in this war-torn era.

On the east side of the Accord, there is a window open, a man with a silver-white mask standing in front of the window, wearing a white dress and snow-white dust-free, slender jade hands pinching a two-foot-long green bamboo-colored jade flute, one hand behind him, ink hair fluttering, only three points of the hair on the head tied up a bunch, upward and reverse circle over the tied hair thread sliding down, simple, clear!

The young man holding the fan looked up slightly and looked this way, showing his tiger teeth and smiling innocently. The man in white hooked his lips and smiled, his eyes full of faint doting.

The young man embedded the fan in his waist, stretched out his hand and crossed the top of his head to tie up the green silk, and said, "It seems that you and I are about the same age, but I didn't expect you to be so eloquent!" Do you dare to come with me to meet my brother? ”

"Prizes! It's just begging for a job and making a living! The storyteller knocked his hand, then looked up and asked, "Brother Ling?" ”

"Prince Mingyu."

When the words fell, the young man jumped out of the teahouse, and everyone sighed for a while, but they didn't expect the world-famous Ming Yu Gongzi to also come to their Zhongyu country, this imperial city is really becoming more and more lively! This kid's luck is really good, and on the first day of storytelling, he actually took a fancy to Mingyu Gongzi.

This Mingyu Gongzi can be regarded as a master of the world, often coming and going without a trace, stepping on the snow without a trace! No matter which country encounters natural disasters and man-made disasters, there will be the figure of Ming Yu Gongzi, who uses silver porridge, robs the rich and helps the poor, hoes the strong and helps the weak! Everyone in the world loves it.

It's just that what puzzles these officials is, why did Prince Mingyu appear in the imperial city? Isn't there something big going on in the Imperial City in the near future?

There is a plum garden outside the city, outside the garden is a pond, there is a blue wave pavilion above the pond, in the pavilion sits the masked man who holds the green bamboo-colored jade flute just now, and the young man who is debating with the storyteller, the man is making a charcoal fire, and the young man is thinking about something.

"Brother, are you sure that kid will come? I think it's just a little gangster, it's no wonder he doesn't slip away when he meets you! ”

The teapot on the charcoal fire was covered with white mist, and the sound of boiling water could be heard in my ears. The man took a clean handkerchief and lifted the teapot to pour a cup of hot tea for the young man sitting on his right, and poured himself a cup, and then filled the cup on the other side, put down the teapot and put the teaset in front of him to his lips, and said, "Isn't he here?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy who was telling the story in the teahouse sat down cross-legged, raised his hand, put his left palm on the back of his right hand and was level with his forehead, and said politely, "Pannu has seen Mingyu Gongzi!" ”

Pennu?

The boy turned his head to look at Pannu, "Your surname is Pan!" So who are you? ”

"Pan Guoren!" Pannu put down his hand and smiled, and finished his cup with his tea.

Prince Mingyu lifted the teapot, raised his hand and filled the tea set in front of Pan Nu, and said slowly, "Pan Nu, the only son of the king of Pan Kingdom. You are swaggering through the market like this, your sister is really relieved! Doesn't she know that there are often unscrupulous people in the wilderness who dig out children's hearts, livers, spleens and lungs? ”

"Ahem, ahem!" Pannu had not yet eaten the tea, he coughed it out, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, looked at the man opposite who was still drinking tea calmly, his eyes were a little unhappy, but remembering his sister's entrustment, he raised his eyes and smiled, "It is worthy of Mingyu Gongzi!" I said that the story was indeed done by my sister Princess Tianyu, and I came here today just to advise Prince Mingyu that it would end well if I went against my sister! ”

"Then what if this son doesn't listen to persuasion?" Mingyu Gongzi put down the teacup and said with a smile.

Pan Nu snorted and said lightly, "Prince Mingyu has a favor with my Pan Kingdom, my sister doesn't want to be your enemy, she just wants to find the descendants of the flying slave and hope that the world will be peaceful." If Prince Mingyu really wants to be my sister's enemy, my sister will not be kind to you because of her past kindness! ”

After speaking, Pannu stood up, turned around and walked out of the pavilion, and suddenly paused, "Let's go to Zhongyu Border City to have a look!" I'm afraid that the two fathers and sons of the Duan family have become prisoners of the Hu State! ”

Waiting for Pan Nu to leave, the young man sitting next to him pulled the corner of Mingyu Gongzi's clothes and said carefully, "Brother, are we going to the border city?" ”

"No, go to the Prince's Mansion first." Prince Mingyu got up and looked at the Imperial City Road.

Inside the Prince's Mansion.

Miao Ling, who had only been lying in bed for a day, couldn't stand it anymore, and she squeaked, "Magpie! Magpie! Are you there? ”

For a long time, no one answered her.

Miao Ling got up and sat up, glanced at the room, there was no one, what was going on today? She got out of bed and put on her shoes, took the men's clothes hanging on the screen, put them on herself, and ran to the dresser to get a fake beard and stick it under her nose.

At this time, a melodious flute sounded out.