On the second day of not going to the battlefield, Qin Dayou was very panicked, and Zhang Twelve was very cool.

Before the hour passed, Zhang Twelve came to the small pavilion in the middle of the garden surrounded by a group of maids, stretched out his hand lazily, and the melon seeds and tea had been handed over.

The corners of his mouth are grinning, and his mind is full of children who can be taught.

"Ahem—where did we talk about yesterday?"

"Go to the West Heaven and invite the Buddha!"

The little guys led by Li Er scrambled to shout, last night they had turned into monkey heads in their dreams, and fought with the Buddha for three hundred rounds, looking at their dark circles, they knew that they didn't sleep well yesterday.

"Well—it doesn't make any sense, why don't I tell you a story about pigs?"

"Don't! Just listen to the monkeys! ”

The crowd stared at Zhang Twelve as if they were about to burst into flames, and if he wasn't the only one who knew the monkey's story, they wouldn't mind coming up and beating him up in the dark - never underestimate the determination of a fiery reader!

"Hey, but why do you have back pain today, how can you talk about it?"

Li Er glanced at the others, and immediately understood, there were two more people around Zhang Twelve in an instant, and it was no problem to beat his legs and rub his shoulders.

Shaking his head, Zhang Twelve began to speak.

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"How is that possible!"

"He is a monkey king who can change seventy-two, how can he be suppressed by a mountain?"

"The wishful golden hoop stick can be big or small, can't it just become bigger and open the top of the mountain?"

After hearing that the monkey was crushed under the Five Fingers Mountain, a group of people finally broke out, shouting there, quite dissatisfied, and even Zhang Twelve asked them to pour tea, it was like a rebellion!

Zhang Twelve glanced at them and said lightly, "Do you still want to hear it?" ”

A group of people held back their flushed faces, stopped talking, and listened to him continue.

The story after that is to tell the life story of Tang Seng, when Chen Guangrui returned to his hometown as a champion in high school, his wife was taken by the boat family, and the boat family killed Chen Guangrui on the river and took possession of his wife, and his wife was already pregnant with his flesh and blood at that time.

So later, when Chen's wife gave birth to a baby, in order to preserve Chen's bloodline, she sent the child to the water in a bamboo basket and floated away, and this child was the later Tang monk.

When they heard that the rest of the story was about some monk and monk, a group of people exploded again, although the story was also wonderful enough, but - they wanted to hear the monkey! You just left the monkey down the hill and left it alone? Irresponsible!

Zhang Twelve was also angry, damn, is it labor and management telling stories or are you telling stories? Be careful that the labor and management are unhappy to take away all the mana of the monkey, send him back to the monkey group, and the mythical story will be turned into an animal world for you in minutes! Believe it or not!

Hmph, that's so! That's how capricious!

"If you don't listen, I'll go back?"

Zhang Twelve stood up and was about to leave, but was immediately stopped by a group of maids, although they also like the story of the monkey, but the little story that is closer to life can move them more, when they heard that Chen Guangrui was killed, and his wife gave birth to a child but couldn't have it, they cried one by one.

After calming down Zhang Twelve, a group of maids glared at the little guys, and the expression was that they love to listen, if they don't like to listen, they will leave, don't delay us from listening to the story.

One talk is another day.

Zhang Twelve's story came to an abrupt end when Tang Seng came to the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, stood up, and muttered: "Oh, why did it pass so quickly?" It's getting dark, I'm hungry, so let's get here today! ”

Zhang Twelve is very much like an unscrupulous author at the moment, and suddenly there is a break at the climax of the novel, and then he won't change it today - Nima is not dead? It's disgusting, isn't it?

The poor little guys below dare not speak angrily, because Zhang Twelve has already let go, if anyone talks nonsense again, he will let the monkey press under the mountain for a thousand years and ten thousand years!

Wow, poor monkey, poor little guy!

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Although he still can't go on the street, Zhang Twelve feels that today is the most fulfilling day after coming to Datang, a group of maids and maids revolve around him, and it doesn't feel too good!

What needs to be complained about is that the speed of information dissemination in this era is too slow, right? Why is there no news that Western Liang has been defeated and will no longer attack Liangzhou?

If there is no news for a day, he will stay in this yard for one more day, blue thin, shiitake mushrooms.

And until now, his lady hasn't shown up, doesn't she say that she looks beautiful? Why don't you dare to meet people?

Alas, the husband is not happy!

But these are not big problems, Zhang Twelve didn't remember it, and fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while.

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Li Er's heart is not so big, and he has hidden a lot of things from Qin Dayou tonight, because he is now completely attracted by Zhang Twelve's story.

But he heard the inside news of the official mansion in Qin Dayou tonight - Xiliang has given up attacking Liangzhou, and the other meaning of this sentence is that that "uncle" has no value to the Qin mansion.

Looking at the old man's appearance, he is thinking of how to drive the "uncle" out of the Qin Mansion, and if he is gone, where will they go to listen to the story of the monkey?

Should I tell my uncle?

To tell or not to tell, that's the question.

In another world, Hamlet didn't understand the problem, and Li Er certainly didn't understand it.

Li Er struggled with this question for most of the night before finally falling asleep......

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In Qin Yutong's boudoir, Xiaohuan also stopped after talking about "Tang Seng came to the foot of Wuzhi Mountain".

"Huh?" Qin Yutong blinked and asked, "Why don't you continue to talk?" ”

"No, miss, aunt--childe will talk about it tomorrow......"

Qin Yutong's face did not have the cold arrogance of rejecting people thousands of miles away in the past, but pursed his lips, showing the side of a little girl.

"This man—it's so strange that he can write such words and tell such a whimsical story, I really don't know what he has in his head, but how can this story be told so often that it stops when it matters most? It's so damn......"

It turned out that Xiaohuan had to tell Qin Yutong the story he listened to in the garden every day when he came back, and Qin Yutong, like all the people who listened to the story, hated Zhang Twelve's style of abruptly stopping in the climax!

"Miss, in fact, what I said is far from what Childe said, why don't you go to the garden tomorrow and listen with us?"

"Hmm."

"Hmm...... Well? ”

Xiaohuan's eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at the young lady with an incredulous expression.

She just casually mentioned that she didn't have the slightest hope that Miss could agree, but why did Miss agree so readily?

"Didn't you let me go? What, regret it again? ”

Qin Yutong blinked and teased.

"No, miss, I'm wondering if I'm going to tell Childe, so he might be happier!"

"Don't, don't alarm him—I'll just listen to it for a while."

Qin Yutong seemed to be thinking about something, and said faintly.