Bu An wanted to create a deviant image, so he told the story of Sun Monkey's havoc in the Heavenly Palace heartily, creating an arrogant and arrogant image of the Monkey King, who knew that it just satisfied the appetite of Miss Wei.

The little girl listened to the blood and applauded again and again.

Bu An was muttering in his heart, feeling as if something was wrong, obviously deviant enough, how could he seem to be currying favor with this Yu family's daughter. I had to hold a trace of fantasy, hoping that this scene could reach Yu Zhaozhong's ears through her mouth.

As he told Su Su, you can't hold it on a tree. Since deviance has no effect for the time being, he has to use his brain more in practice, so he still pays attention to the direction of Linglong Fang while telling books.

At this time, seeing Mr. Haruyama coming out of the small door, Bu An immediately hurriedly held the pipa in his arms and played and sang loudly.

"I just captured a few demons, and I have subdued a few demons!"

"Why are there so many ghosts and ghosts! Killing your soul will also be lost. ”

After all, what Bu An was holding in his hand was not a guitar, but a pipa that he had not played for half a month, there were only four strings in total, and the taste on the neck was still sparse, even if he twisted five fingers into twists, it would be useless!

And the crowd of onlookers came to make trouble with him again, shouting one after another, denouncing his bad habit of singing awkwardly from time to time and not concentrating on telling stories, and the shouting almost completely covered his music and singing.

As a result, Bu An only sang "The gods tremble, and the ghosts tremble...... and he was already deflated, holding the pipa in one hand and hanging down to his side with the other, stretching his neck and watching the woman holding the qin walk away in the eyes of a group of cultivators.

Miss Wei also complained and shouted a few times with everyone at first, but then she thoughtfully followed Bu'an's gaze and looked in the direction of Mr. Qingshan.

Bu An kept watching Qingshan mingle with the flow of people in the night market, and he didn't see her look back, pursed his lips and recited the pipa back again, waved his hand and said, "Don't talk about it, don't talk about it! Come back tomorrow after lunch!"

The crowd began to coax, and some people shouted: "It's still early, let's do it again!" Some people threw money into the porcelain bowl held by Su Su to show their sincerity, until they found that the storyteller was really leaving, and there was no meaning of "returning", so they looked at his departing back and shouted: "Don't break your promise when you come back tomorrow! The unlucky monk and the other two monsters haven't come out yet!"

After Bu An walked out of the crowd, he looked back again, and the figure of the "daughter of the Yu family" was gone. He snorted and stopped thinking about it—after all, it was still far from the day of the engagement.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and there were grease and powdery painting boats floating slowly on the Tomomi River, and at the same time, there were also gentle and melodious songs.

If you listen carefully, you can vaguely hear someone singing "Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves" - after nearly a month of brewing, this "Dingfeng Wave" has spread all over Wuyue in the south of the Yangtze River, and the story of "Dongpo Land for Dongpo Words" has become a good story for a while, as Lu Feiyang said.

But people only know that the author of this word is "three steps into poetry and step by road", but they don't know that this "genius of Tianmu" is the storyteller in Yuezhou City, by the Mash River.

Walking on the way back to Nancheng, Bu An took the heavy cloth bag full of copper coins, and smiled at Su Su. His green shirt was dirty, his lips had become dry and white because he had been telling stories for a long time, and he looked silly and happy with his money bag.

However, the poor are poor, tired and tired, and the ambition is short, the master and servant of this person and a cat are smiling happily at the moment, while discussing what kind of wine and food to buy to celebrate after going back tonight.

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"You say he's practicing?"

In the inconspicuous house on Cangqiao Street, Miss Wei sat on a rosewood circle chair, her brows furrowed. She was in a strange mood today, as if something was floating in her chest, up and down, and this feeling was not very common.

The scholar I met today turned out to be the junior brother of the second young master of the Zhu family. How could an ordinary Confucian scholar see through her identity at a glance? Obviously, things are not so simple.

He Yinsheng, the same knowledge of Yuezhou, bent down slightly, took a breath and said, "I remember that before the young master left, he did say that his little junior brother wanted to practice in Yuezhou City. ”

Miss Wei slapped the carved crescent moon table on the side with a "snap", slapping the broken and precious sandalwood table almost apart, and also scared He Yinsheng to tremble.

"What else did he say?"

He Yinsheng hung his head, just folded his head to his chest, and hurriedly replied: "The young master also said that his little junior brother is unfathomable, and even ...... Even the young master can't see through him. ”

"Oh?" A satisfied smile appeared on the face of Miss Wei, probably because she felt that the young master of the Zhu family and this scholar couldn't see through him day and night, and she didn't lose too much this time, so she stood up suddenly, paced a few steps thoughtfully, and then turned her head and asked, "Did he say why?"

He Yinsheng replied truthfully: "I didn't say it. ”

Miss Wei squinted at He Yinsheng, then looked at a group of women surnamed Peng who were standing with their hands in their hands, and asked in an examining tone: "Tell me, he went to the street to tell stories, what is the deep meaning in the middle?"

Sister Peng replied in a rough voice: "The old slave can't see it. ”

Miss Wei's eyes fell on He Yinsheng's face.

After all, this Yuezhou Tongzhi is mixed with officialdom and has strong adaptability, so he immediately said: "Miss, this deep meaning is probably in the story." It seems to be talking about demons and monsters, but when you think about it, it is shocking. ”

Miss Wei was obviously interested, raised her eyebrows and said, "Let's hear it!"

He Yinsheng hurriedly sorted out his thoughts and said slowly: "You see that the Jade Emperor in this story obviously has no ability, but he can command all the immortals, and those immortals look loyal one by one, but they all have ghosts in their hearts...... Where is this still a story, it is clearly the current court. ”

Miss Wei laughed and said, "It turns out that the Imperial Court is also so absurd?" and then asked, "What else, what does this monkey mean?"

He Yinsheng said mysteriously: "This Sun Monkey is not afraid of heaven and earth, whether he is in the Dragon Palace or in the Heavenly Court, he has been disturbed by him, if it is not the ambition in his heart, I don't believe it." ”

Miss Wei frowned and thought for a moment, then muttered, "The Dragon Palace in his story is in the East China Sea......

He Yinsheng was taken aback when he heard this, and subconsciously shrunk his neck, secretly saying that it was not good, he was so stiff, as if he was going to be self-defeating.

The woman surnamed Peng also heard what her young lady meant, and said expressionlessly: "Miss, I'm going to kill this scholar!"

Miss Wei glanced at Jinpeng Bird coldly, and suddenly smiled: "You animal is vivid, shouting and shouting, what is the difference between him and his story, the shrimp soldiers and crabs under the Dragon King?!" nodded with satisfaction, and said softly: "Okay...... What an ambition in my heart. To meet this wonderful person, this trip is really not in vain. ”