Dongfang Wu remembered that she still had to tell a story today, and after breakfast, she asked Qin Xiao to rest here, and come to her when she was done.

This time, Qin Xiao was very obedient, nodded and agreed simply.

Dongfang Wu went out with Rong Meiren.

"Childe, you haven't slept all night, don't you need to take a break?" Fugui worried.

Dongfang Wu was stunned for a moment, staring at Rong Meiren's stunning face for a long time, only to realize that Rong Meiren's eyes were a little dark, but she hadn't noticed it before, she was as smart as her, seeing Fugui looking at her with some displeasure, Dongfang Wu looked straight ahead with her face up.

She's not stupid enough to ask, why haven't you slept all night? Although Qin Xiao and her are just a fake couple, in order to get by on the face, they still have to take care of each other's face in front of outsiders. Although she didn't think that her face was very important, it would ruin Qin Xiao's face, and with his mysterious and unspeakable identity, he would not let her go.

"It's okay, I'd love to hear today's story!" This was said to Dongfang Wu.

Dongfang Wu smiled lightly, nodded, and said in his heart: Heh, Rong Gongzi, who looks like a celestial person, is it even better?

The two walked side by side, Dongfang Wu thought about it, she had an injury today, if she had been standing and telling until noon, it would be okay, but it would be a little difficult to continue to talk about it.

"Can Mr. Rong borrow a pipa from me?" Oriental Wudao.

"Shang Ke" Rong Meiren replied without hesitation, but she didn't believe Qin Xiao's words in her heart.

Is she really illiterate, and she has no ink on her chest? Do you want her to speak out of her mouth when she writes, and she can grasp the emotions of everyone in the audience without bad scores, and she can not only play natural music, but also play the pipa? If such a talented woman is really as the two of them say, then how can she learn these things without being taught?

The more she thought about it, the more Rong Meiren felt that Dongfang Wu was full of mystery.

Unconsciously, the two of them had come to the front of the teahouse hall, Rong Meiren opened the curtain from the middle, and Dongfang Wu smiled and walked in first.

This entrance, Dongfang Wu was stunned and dumbfounded, the ten Eight Immortal Tables in the hall on the first floor were full, and even the back aisle, and the front door of the teahouse were surrounded by a large circle of people, raising their eyes, and glancing upstairs, all of them were full.

Dongfang Wu and Rong Meiren entered the hall with their front and back feet, and everyone's eyes lit up, and the two glanced at each other, and they both saw it in each other's eyes.

Dongfang Wu thought it was Rong Meiren's beauty, and she was amazed by the eyes of the people in the room, but she didn't know that in Rong Meiren's eyes, she was the most dazzling light.

Although the room was crowded, after Dongfang Wu and Rong Meiren arrived, they quieted down, Rong Meiren whispered to Fugui to take the pipa, nodded to Dongfang Wu, and walked to his private room on the second floor, with elegant gait and action like the wind.

On the stage today, there was no table case, Rong Meiren had already died and was blessed, and a Taishi chair was placed on the stage.

Dongfang Wu held the pipa in his hand, strode onto the stage, put the pipa on the ground and leaned on the chair, then hugged his fists on three sides, and said: "In the next Dongfang Wu, today in the next here to tell the story, but also look at the people, the rich hold a front, no money to hold a personal field, if you like it, please give a little more reward, if you don't like it•••••• then wait for me to tell the book, you come to eat tea and dinner!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the house burst into laughter, and some people applauded.

"Miss, this Mr. Dongfang is such a wonderful person!" A girl in the private room upstairs also clapped her hands and praised.

"Lian'er, don't talk about it!" The young lady beside the girl reprimanded her softly, but her pretty little face was red with shame.

The pretty young lady glared at Lian'er, Lian'er Nunu's mouth, and the eyes of the two returned to Dongfang Wu downstairs.

Dongfang Wu was already sitting on the Taishi chair at this time, with her right leg on her left leg, holding the pipa in her arms, pressing the strings with her left hand and her right hand at the bottom, her fingertips as white as jade, plucking the silk strings lightly and sensitively, and a strange and sad melody flowed out of her fingertips.

In a moment, only two sounds of "Zheng Zheng" were heard, and everyone's thoughts returned from the sad melody, and only Dongfang Wulang said loudly: "The clouds and rain are prepared, and the love of flowers is not stopped." After all, life is like a bubble, so why die and murder. ”

"The book is connected to the ••••••"

Under the rendering of the pipa timbre, Dongfang Wu instigated Wang Po to make Ximen Qing, Pan Jinlian Yao Jiuwu Dalang said this sentence of painting and color, under her rendering, the characters in the story have become flesh and blood, fresh and bright.

The pipa strings, under her fingertips, sometimes mournful and tactful, sometimes weird and solemn, driving the ups and downs of the thoughts of the people in the room. Even Rong Meiren listened to the story, pinching the jade cup with her slender fingertips, and she hadn't tasted the tea for a long time.

The story is fascinating, and those who listen to the story always feel that time is short, noon comes quietly, Dongfang Wu's face is a little pale, although it is cold and windy outside, but a thin layer of sweat oozes from her forehead.

The story tells that after Wu Song killed Ximenqing and Pan Jinlian, he was taken into custody, put on shackles, and went to Mengzhou to deliver: "Big tree cross slope, who dares to go there?" The fat ones are cut into steamed bun fillings, but the thin ones are put to fill the river! ”

After that, I said, I know what will happen next, please listen to the next breakdown!

Fugui dragged the low table of the palm plate to receive the reward at the right time, and Rong Meiren smiled on his face, thinking that his teahouse was originally a place for drinking tea and eating, looking at this situation, it was going to become a place for listening to books, and eating tea and rice was secondary.

Today, Dongfang Wu didn't say that he would reward more than 1,000 taels and continue to tell a story.

And yesterday, some people who came to hear the story of the last episode spoke: "Mr. Dongfang, if the number of rewards today exceeds 1,000, can you continue to say a paragraph?" ”

"Yes, continue to say ••••••" The crowd began to heckle both inside and outside.

"Our young lady rewarded a thousand taels of silver, and Mr. Wangfang recounted a paragraph: "Upstairs in the private room, the lotus girl looked at Dongfang Wudao happily.

Dongfang Wu got up, leaned the pipa on the chair, first hugged his fist to Lian'er upstairs, and then hugged his fist on three sides, and said: "Thank you Miss Upstairs, love with everyone, borrow a pipa today, story, let's continue tomorrow, today, I will use the pipa for everyone here, perform a heart-wrenching love story, how about it?" ”

Hearing this, the pretty lady upstairs hid on the side of the window, her pretty face was crimson, and she turned like a yellow warbler to listen to the voice, "The little girl can listen to Mr. Pipa playing, and the music is very good. ”

"Very good, please play a song that time!" In the corner of the hall, a man with a good face and a warm blue robe got up and bowed to Dongfang Wu.

Rong Meiren put down the tea cup that had already cooled in her hand, and looked at the man in the long shirt with pride, very satisfied with his respectful attitude towards Dongfang Wu.

Originally, the storytellers and singers were forced to make a living, and few people would respect them, and like Dongfang Wu, telling the story like this, inadvertently elevated the status of the storyteller in the eyes of the world.

"Please play a song, sir!" A few more people in the hall chimed in.

Dongfang Wu hooked his lips slightly and smiled, lifted the pipa and sat back on the Taishi chair, and said in a shallow voice: "In this way, I will play a song in the next place, a poignant love story, to all the kings!" ”

Dongfang Wu lowered his long eyelashes like a feather fan, raised his hand lightly, and the hall quieted down.

The fingertips plucked the silk strings, and a few notes flowed out of her fingertips, and the fingertips that jumped at the beginning played a jumping timbre, cheerful as a pearl falling on a jade plate, and then became more and more compact, climbing steadily, and the momentum was magnificent. When he climbed to a high place, he was tactful and gentle, as if whispering.

When everyone is immersed in it, the rhythm slowly climbs, reaching a new height, the momentum is more magnificent, touching the heavens and the earth, but entwined with lingering and tight, which is not only a bleak love, but also a vast world.

This song, full of lingering affection, also has a struggle against unyielding fate, ups and downs, the ensemble is more burning, and the hearts of all people are completely involved in this heavenly torrent, as if to drown people in this beautiful music, the string sound comes to an abrupt end.

The room was silent, Dongfang Wu got up and saluted three times, seeing that everyone was still immersed in the song, he turned around and wanted to leave, but he heard one person ask: "Dare to ask the song played by Mr., what is the name of the song?" ”

Dongfang Wu turned around, and the person who asked the question was the man who was sitting in the corner before, with a good face, wearing a duck warm green robe, Dongfang Wu smiled indifferently, "Picking the moon." ”

After saying that, she didn't stay any longer, turned around and left, she didn't want to wait for everyone to come back to their senses and shout again.

As soon as she stepped into the backyard, Dongfang Wu staggered, since she entered this other world, she had not eaten a good meal, and she was injured, and her body couldn't hold it. It was already a little reluctant to play that song before, but now she has cold sweat on her forehead, her eyes are dim and hazy, and her steps are unsteady.

Stumbling under her feet, Dongfang Wu almost wanted to fall down, a big hand grabbed her from behind, shook her head, her vision was a little clearer, but she saw that Rong Meiren was like the picture, and she hung a touch of melancholy for the first time.

Smiling lightly at him, Dongfang Wu took a step back, and couldn't care about the image, sat on the porch stool, gently put the pipa on his side, leaned his head on the porch pillar, and then said slowly: "Thank you Rong Gongzi, if it wasn't for you just now, I would have fallen and my face would be swollen!" ”

The look of loss in the ink eyes flashed, Rong Meiren slowly sat next to Dongfang Wu, Dongfang Wu stopped talking, seemed to be asleep, he slowly stretched out his hand and put it on her wrist, she didn't react at all, Rong Meiren breathed a sigh of relief, it was no big deal, she was just tired and fell asleep.

Motioning to Fugui to fetch his fox fur and wrapping her with his own hands, he sat quietly beside her, gently picked up the pipa she was carefully leaning on, and stroked the silk strings with his knobby fingertips.

The sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra he has heard is innumerable, and the strings played by many plucked piano masters, complaining, desolate, dragging and shaking, full of resentment. The strings she plucked were so unyielding, and the wind music she played for the first time was lonely and vast. Today, this song is poignant and passionate, without resentment, and the rising string tone is unyielding and unwilling.

She longed for freedom, he remembered. He also wants to be free, and he is constantly fighting with her, so are they also the same kind of people, sympathetic to each other? Or rather, like-minded?

Raise your slender hand, pull a strand of hair loose on her forehead, behind her ear, and pick the moon! She can get it, the moon is on your side, this month, are you willing to get it?

Dongfang Wu slept very deeply, if it was normal, she probably wouldn't let Rong Meiren get close, Rong Meiren was like the child who stole sugar, and it wasn't enough to steal one, so she gently helped Dongfang Wu's head over and leaned on her shoulder.

At the same time, he was very conflicted, he knew that he was his wife, but when he thought that she was someone else's wife, those unwillingness and coldness were like water in the sea, forced by the strong wind of people to stir up the waves, and could not be calmed down.

At this moment, he seemed to have grown from a child to a responsible man in an instant, he wanted this woman, he wanted to protect this woman, and wanted her to live under his wings all the time, and pursue the freedom she wanted in peace.

If only she could belong to him, how nice it would be!

Fugui couldn't stand it anymore, but he didn't dare to make a sound, so he had to slander: Childe, Childe, although this Oriental girl is good, but her status is lower, and after all, she is married to a woman, and the husband is still here, are you so suitable?

There are thousands of women in the world, and there are not a few who are beautiful, and with the dignity of the son's family, it is okay to marry three thousand beauties, but you are so kind to a married woman, alas!