"Hey!" Mu Qianxun agreed, Ling Youran took the menu, and said in his mouth, "I'm done calling, I'll treat you to another good meal today, Master Su, you have to remember to help me do it." Senior sister~"

"Got it! It's really ......" Ling Youran and Mu Qianxun began to order, steamed anchovies, oven-baked chicken, sugar-steamed eggplant, meat oil cakes, and spiced cakes.

"Third Prince, do you want anything?" Yan Zixuan pushed the menu handed over by Mu Qianxun slightly, "I can do anything, you can do whatever you want." ”

The attention of the three princes seemed to be attracted by the two people on the stage, "Three princes, what are you looking at?" Mu Qianxun asked Yan Zixuan while holding the sugar-steamed eggplant that had just come up.

"Are they here every day?" Mu Qianxun shook his head, "Sometimes they will tell stories, but it depends on their mood, and they only come to perform for these three days a month, but there are many distinguished guests here, and the rewards given to them by those guests in three days are enough for their grandparents and grandchildren to spend for two months." ”

"How much money do you give them to tell the story?" The interest of the third prince was raised by Mu Qianxun, "The reward here is at least a hundred taels." The third prince took out five hundred taels from his body and put it in front of the old man.

"What book does Childe want to hear?" Yan Zixuan asked rhetorically, "What books do you talk about?" The old man's eyes were half-squinted, as if he could not see, but he spoke with a full breath.

"Books? I'm afraid I've seen too much of Childe, drama? I'm afraid that Childe has heard too much and is tired of it, and besides, there are people who act better than us, and there is no wonder in the world that my old man dare not talk about, so I will tell you a strange thing today. ”

Hearing the old man say this, the third prince knew in his heart, this old man was afraid that he already knew his identity, and the girl next to him began to pull up the erhu, and the voice was desolate and tactful.

"There was a good story in this dynasty, that is, the current old lady of Lingfu, and the current Zuo Prime Minister Luo Youfeng was originally a talented and beautiful woman, when she was preparing to get married, at that time it was only the home of the Zuo Prime Minister of Taichang Temple Shaoqing of the fourth grade, and the marriage room prepared for no reason, and now the Mrs. Lingfu suddenly regretted her marriage, which was under heavy pressure and married Ling Fusheng, the servant of the Taifu Temple Qing from the third grade. On the night that Old Madam Ling and Lord Ling got married, all the people in Prime Minister Zuo's family died, and none of them were alive, only Prime Minister Zuo and Luo Youfeng were left! ”

Speaking of this, the old man patted the wooden case and sighed lightly, "At that time, no one could know what happened that night, only that it was raining, it was raining, it was raining, and it was windy, it was windy. After the wind and rain, I woke up one night and was calm, but when Prime Minister Zuo went to find his subordinates, he found that they were still "sleeping" in his room, and when the coroner came to examine the bodies, there was no result. ”

"Maybe it's God's damnation, maybe it's something immoral, and God will condemn them." "Not necessarily, maybe someone poisoned someone, maybe someone lowered their heads." The listeners were talking.

The old man slapped the table three times with the wooden case, signaling that the case was finished today. The old man walked up to the third prince and said, "The old man's book is finished, the old man is leaving, and we are destined to meet again." ”