Ning Cunzhi's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Master Lichen, if nothing else, we only met today, right?" ”

"How so? The old man was only asked for by Prime Minister Ning. Lichen deliberately aggravated a few words.

Ning Cunzhi's face turned dark again, and he asked, "Shouldn't Master Lichen be in the guest room at this time?" ”

"How so? Lao Qu just calculated a hexagram, only Prime Minister Ning's bedroom has the most aura in this mansion, and it is the most suitable for Lao Ge. Lichen said with a smile.

Ning Cunzhi's face turned dark, and he suppressed his anger and said: "Master Lichen, you are a noisy and domineering dove, and the dove occupies the magpie's nest." ”

"Really? Your Majesty has asked the Prime Minister to take good care of the old man, the prime minister is so yin and yang disobedient, the old man wants to ask what is the reason? Lichen said with a smile.

"Master Lichen should change rooms, His Highness will not agree." Ning Cunzhi said lightly.

"Why do you want the six princes to agree to the bedroom?" I can't understand it.

"The master doesn't know that the bedroom of the true phase has long been occupied by His Royal Highness." Ning Cunzhi was a little helpless.

"And where do you sleep?" A bad premonition flashed in Lichen's heart, could it be that he stopped it too late? How good is that? Amitabha!

"Naturally, it's a bedroom, Your Highness is young, and he is a little dependent on his appearance." Ning Cunzhi didn't feel that there was a problem at all, and was very calm.

"Prime Minister Ning, can you know what a man will say if he doesn't marry when he reaches thirty?" Lichen raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Of course you know, isn't it just a broken sleeve?" Ning Cunzhi didn't care, if it was before, he would definitely not know, but Jiang Lige's dead girl said that, could he still not know? And what does this dust mean, thinking that he is a broken sleeve?

"Since Prime Minister Ning knows, why is he still in the melon field?" Lichen's face was a little unsightly.

"Master Lichen, as a monk, you would slander your true nature like this! His Royal Highness is considered to have grown up with his own appearance, so what does it matter if his younger brother sleeps with his elder brother? It's Master Lichen, you can't help but doubt your true appearance if you think like this......" Ning Cunzhi said meaningfully.

"Suspect what?" Lichen's face was a little stagnant.

"I suspect that you have broken sleeves, they all say that it is easy for a man to be suspicious if he is not married in thirty, and Master Lichen is not married in thirty? What's more, Master Lichen can still misunderstand his true appearance and His Highness like this, don't you doubt who you suspect? Ning Cunzhi said with a smile.

"Prime Minister Ning, it's you who don't know what to do, he died in Shengjing City every day, don't blame Lao Wei for not reminding him." Lichen was depressed for a while, dropped a sentence and turned to leave.

"Hey, hey, why are these ones so easy to get angry? I'm just kidding! Ning Cunzhi was a little helpless.

At the same time, Jinfeng Ridge.

"It's a strange thing." On the storytelling table of the teahouse, the storyteller had just finished telling the romance of the Zhang family's son, and changed the topic.

"What's going on today?" The visitor asked aloud.

"Today is no ordinary thing." The storyteller said mysteriously.

"If you want to say it, just say it, don't say it or not, it will make people's hearts in their throats and eyes, and they will panic." Another spectator was a little dissatisfied.

"Heroes, good men, don't be in a hurry, and listen to the old man coming slowly. Has anyone here been to Jinfeng Ridge? "The storyteller is a mysterious and secret way.

"Who doesn't know that there are 200,000 lonely souls and wild ghosts buried in Jinfeng Ridge, aren't you looking for death?" The first spectator to speak scoffed.

"I heard that Jinfeng Ridge is haunted, and a few people who went up have not returned, and we are old and young, but we dare not go." Another visitor chimed in.

"The old man recently had a friend go up!" The storyteller smiled.

"Who are you fooling, Jin Fengling has gone and never returned, it has long been spread, your friend is a god, right?" The spectators scoffed.

"Don't worry, the old man's friend just reached the halfway point of the mountain, and he heard a ghost crying wolf, and he was so frightened that he hurried down the mountain, naturally it was fine." The storyteller laughed.

"Cut, what kind of climb is that to Jinfeng Ridge!" The first spectator to speak said disgustedly.

"Old man, what else do you say besides scaring people? Let's talk about the romance of the Zhang family's son. Another visitor laughed.

"Let's just say, Jinfengling is the place where the bones of the general of Zhenbei are buried, and the evil sect is very evil!" The guest said with some regret when he looked at it again.

"Do you still dare to call the general of Zhenbei? It's just a traitor, maybe he sold a lot of news about our Nanchu. The first spectator was unconvinced.

Then the spectators began to talk about it.

"That's it, General Zhenbei, I'm sorry, if it's really towards our Nanchu, it will deliberately scare us!"

"Don't talk nonsense, how many times has General Zhenbei repelled the enemy army, if it weren't for General Zhenbei, we wouldn't have had such a peaceful life a long time ago." One of the spectators disagreed.

"Who knows if it's the credit of stealing others? Isn't the dog thief General Chang Hong? Maybe those battles were fought by General Changda. ”

"That's it, the dog thief is dead, and our Chang Hongjun will have a chance to show themselves!"

"Speaking of which, General Chang is also pitiful, I heard that General Chang Xiao was dizzy by the eldest lady of the Jiang family, and knew that the Jiang family was martyred when something happened."

"Don't want such a son. But didn't the eldest lady of the Jiang family escape? ”

"Originally, I was imprisoned, and the order to cut off my head was going to come down, maybe General Chang Xiao's news was wrong, and then it was not necessary to be martyred."

"It is said that the eldest lady of the Jiang family disappeared after being rescued by Prince Yi, but Prince Yi didn't even want his father for her."

"Where is it for the eldest lady of the Jiang family, Prince Yi is born against the bones, and sooner or later he will rebel, after all, the mandate of heaven is there."

"Didn't you say it was fake?"

"Who knows? Our emperor loves this third son so much, even if he rebelled, he didn't take away the title, and even had a grand funeral, our emperor is a good emperor. ”

"Don't worry, this unusual thing is big today, it has been more than three years since the battle of Jinfengling, but the trees are becoming more and more lush, and it has not snowed for three years." The storyteller saw that the audience was becoming more and more inclined to continue the discussion, and hurriedly said.

"It's true that you old man said this, although the area around Jinfengling is located in the southernmost part of Nanchu, there will always be snow for more than ten days every year, and there has been no snow here in the past three years, even the rainfall is very small." The visitor chimed in.

"No, this summer, there has been no rain for two months, and the crops have died a lot, alas." A big man in a hat sighed.

"But Jin Fengling doesn't seem to be affected at all, it can't be that there are really ghosts, right?" Another visitor said with some fear.

"After all, 200,000 troops, oh no, plus the enemy army, it should be 400,000." The spectators flinched.

"The fire in Jinfengling burned for three days and three nights, right? There was no grass for a long time, but strangely enough, after that time, the trees grew wildly, and it became a forest again, gloomy and terrible. ”

"Maybe the dog thief will continue to hurt people." One of them is a visitor.

"Everyone, they all say that it snows in June, isn't it strange that these three years have been lush?" The storyteller stroked his beard and smiled.

"What three years of lushness, obviously three years of drought!" The spectators disagreed.

"Yes, maybe it's been a three-year drought." The storyteller is a mysterious and mysterious way.

"Does the old man think there is a grievance in it?" A tall and thin old man laughed.

"It's hard to say." The storyteller shook his head, mysterious and mysterious.

"Today's emperor is a virtuous monarch, loyal or treacherous, he will be able to tell at a glance, you and I are just small people, how can we question the emperor?" The tall and thin old man said with a sullen face.

"This old man is wrong, things in the world are the same as family affairs, why can't you say it?" The storyteller smiled.

"I'm afraid you're talking too much about romance!" The tall and thin man said angrily.

"Speaking of romance, there is a case called Bao Xi Opera Princes, all say that there is a woman named Bao Xi, beautiful and unparalleled, a smile can be said to be a country and a city, it is said that this Bao Xi was originally a palace maid drinking water pregnant and giving birth. Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown. The storyteller laughed.

"Hey, don't go, how can the palace maid get pregnant after drinking water?" When he saw that the storyteller was leaving, he was immediately dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, the answer will be revealed tomorrow." The storyteller laughed.

"Can't you just say it now? Weeding in the field tomorrow, but I don't have that time to listen! Another visitor dissatisfied.

"Lookout, the story has to be suspenseful to be good, isn't it?" The storyteller refused.

"Alas, what a pity." The spectators were full of regret.

"What are you running? I'm not done yet. When the old man who questioned the storyteller just now saw that the storyteller was leaving, he immediately blew up, got up and grabbed the storyteller's back collar directly.

"Official, the small one is just entrusted by others, and has nothing to do with the small one." The storyteller saw that the other party was not good, and he also regretted that he was blinded by money, who doesn't know that the general of Zhenbei is a hot taro now? He didn't want to touch it.

"Who's that man?" The old man said angrily.

"The small ones don't know." The storyteller was helpless.

"Oh, old man, don't embarrass people for telling stories, you should be happy, you don't need to be more serious!" The visitor couldn't look past it and persuaded.

"That is, doesn't the little storytelling make the old gentleman happy? If you really want to talk about it, the old gentleman is also happy, isn't he? The storyteller took the opportunity to push the old man away and shook his fan.

"Hmph, if you don't tell who you were bribed, don't even think about walking out of this door!" The old man was unmoved and sneered.

"I said that I was entrusted by someone, and the person entrusted with it didn't know, if I knew that I still needed to be embarrassed by you?" The storyteller was helpless.

"It's very good, come here, this person has bad intentions, spread rumors, and send it to the county government immediately!" The old man said coldly.

Syllable!

Just when everyone thought that the storyteller could only be caught, a sword fell from the sky and fell straight on the storyteller's bookcase.

Everyone sighed: Wow, what a skill.

"Who is it?" The old man's eyebrows were full of anger, and his eyes were shooting in all directions.