The sun is approaching and dusk, and the boat is anchored on the shore. Liaocheng belongs to Dongchang Mansion, Shandong Buzheng Division. The Yellow River and the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal meet here. This place is also a prosperous city.

When you enter the city, the lights are lit. The wind blew, and several people walked down the street and smelled a smell of cinnamon. It's intoxicating. Yang Fan glanced sideways, "Guixiang Pavilion? Interesting. ”

Zhu Qi behind him stopped and said, "What's interesting?" He took the little prince and stood behind. The little prince tugged at the corner of Zhu Qi's clothes and murmured, "Grandpa Huang, I'm hungry." ”

"I've said it a few times. Call me what? ”

"I forgot." The little prince put his finger into his mouth again, looking aggrieved.

Zhu Qiyu glanced at it and said, "Yan'er, if you still have to put your hand in your mouth, you don't need to eat tonight's meal." Yang Fan turned his head and said, "What do you always worry about with children?" "Zhu Qi's appearance really doesn't show that he is old, but his age should indeed be old.

Yang Fan squatted down, touched the little prince's head, and said, "It's called Yan'er, right?" ”

The little prince nodded, "Hello sir." ”

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment and said, "Who told you to call Mr." He took the hand of the child. The children of the royal family seemed to be a little squeamish, and hurriedly retracted their hands and hid behind Zhu Qi, not daring to speak again. Zhu Qi moved his footsteps and said, "Go in." I really don't see anything interesting about this restaurant. ”

Yang Fan smiled: "It's just curious, it's called Guixiang Pavilion." I don't know how to operate in spring, summer and winter, so it's just interesting. "The book basket is finally not behind him today. Looking at the signboard, he frowned, and said, "Guixiang Pavilion, the name doesn't matter." It's just that the handwriting of this sign is a little sloppy, but it seems to be perfunctory. Look at the osmanthus character of this osmanthus, that one lies down, the gesture is not closed, it seems to be a drunken person scribbling graffiti. If the person who wrote it is so irresponsible. Then the owner of this store doesn't take his store seriously. ”

"You bastards, eat and eat, and you can still discuss this broken signboard, it's really inkblot." Several people turned their heads and looked at the man behind them in amazement.

"Stinky old way?"

"Fortune operator?"

"Dao Chief?"

Yang Fan had a cool feeling behind him, seeing Lao Dao's eyes full of murderous intent. Said: "Dao Chief, you are really ghostly." ”

"Hmph, that's easy to say. On this day, the old man crossed the river with a penny. It's finally time to catch up. You're righteous enough! Early in the morning, I took advantage of the old road to climb the mountain to visit friends, and sneaked out of Beijing like this. That's great! Well done indeed. ”

"Hey, what do you mean by sneaking out of Jingshi. I am a master of the capital. He was so surprised that he was a little speechless, and when he thought of the canal, the old road crossed the river with a single penny, he felt inexplicably funny, and complimented: "The predecessors are really old and strong, and this single penny crosses the river." Entering the Raptors to cross the river, I guess I must have frightened the young guys on the river. ”

Bu Laodao snorted coldly: "Don't give Lao Dao a sloppy eye." From tomorrow onwards, ten duanjin five times a day. The old man personally came to supervise. In the past, let Yifei supervise you, so you didn't have to be lazy. I promise, this time will definitely make you feel refreshed. In the past, you were the lord of the Ming Dynasty, and the old man was afraid that he would be too strong and break a bone. Now you're knighted. Hum. ”

He walked past Zhu Qi and was blocked by Zhu Qi's sideways.

The old man twisted his beard and smiled. "What? Xiao Wang Ye is not allowed to go in? His eyes narrowed, revealing a gleam. is half a head shorter than Zhu Qi, but in Zhu Qi's eyes, this old Taoist priest is like a mountain, pressing on his heart, and he can't move away.

"Where, where. The governor of the province, please. "If you are polite, it is not an exaggeration for Zhu Qi to call his seniors. On this river and lake, there are probably only a handful of people who can be the same generation as the fortune operator. Most of those people are half-dead, just like the old monks of the Hanging Temple, who can't escape from the world, where can they dare to cross the river like him.

A few people slowly entered the pavilion, and the original faint fragrance was even stronger inside. Yang Fan looked sideways and saw some cinnamon branches inserted in some plum bottles, and the yellow flower clusters were hidden under the green leaves, and it was difficult to see a trace. But there is this dark fragrance, and if you want to come to the pavilion master to pick up the cinnamon branches, there should be flowers at the bottom.

There don't seem to be many people in the pavilion, three or three, two by two, probably some vassals and elegant people, looking at the elegance of the pavilion, only to come here. An old man in the corner clings to the erhu and babbles and pulls. The woman on the side sang and commented on the drama with the sound of erhu. Pingju is good at singing, pronouncing words clearly, singing words are easy to understand, singing is clear and complaining, the performance has a strong atmosphere of life, and has a cordial folk taste. A few people sat by the window, not far from the old man.

Yang Fan and the others were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs, and they didn't see Xiao Er come up. Chen Wangting shook his eyebrows, his voice was like a bell, a small second, and even the old man behind him, the erhu string sound trembled.

This roar immediately attracted the contemptuous eyes of a group of people around him. An old scholar sitting close to him snorted coldly: "Where did you come from, a wild man?" ”

"You!" Chen Wangting was stunned, and he was about to make a move. Yang Fan hurriedly ordered him to sit down and walked towards the counter by himself. Seeing Yang Fan walk away, Zhu Qi smiled and said, "Dao Chang is going south this time, isn't he going to sit down with Zhengyang Zhenren to discuss the Tao?" ”

Bu Laodao laughed and said, "Who are you from the old Zhang family?" Why do you have to keep a shy face every time you meet Lao Dao, and let Lao Dao and his old Zhang family go to the stammer? ”

"It's not a knot, it's a confluence."

Bu Lao Dao twisted his beard and shouted: "This is more disgusting than stammering!" Lao Dao will tell you again, the old Dao of the Quanzhen faction does not dare to lie, but the Quanzhen Longmen faction will not merge with his old Zhang family no matter what. ”

Zhu Qi shook his head and smiled, no longer speaking. Bu Lao Dao suddenly looked at the little prince beside Zhu Qi, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Fuze is too thin, what?" Do you want to go to Longhu Mountain to carry him? He said a little unceremoniously: "Don't even think about it, I advise you to dispel such thoughts." The Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain has been inherited to this day, and the thousand-year-old heritage is not something that you Zhu Qi can seize if you want to. ”

"If you don't try, how can you know?"

The table board is light, and the most unhappy person is the little prince. The little belly was so hungry that it seemed to be playing a drum, and he regretted that the food was unpalatable at noon, so he ran away without two bites. I'm really hungry now.

The sound of storytelling came into my ears, and the people at the two tables suddenly froze. How so? Why does this story sound so familiar? And the name. Isn't this the Battle of the Great Ling River? A few people pricked up their ears and listened, although the woman who sang the comment was a woman, but she was running a horse on her lips, and she was about to start this big battle, which was even more thrilling, which made people suddenly feel that this young lord was tall.

After talking about this paragraph, the next step is to go to sea and go to the sea, fighting and killing Shanxi Jin merchants. Every sentence is full of praise overflows. Although the people present listened or not, they were still able to understand a rough idea, and they had a certain improvement in the Yang Da Devil who came from hearsay in the past. They may not know that this is Yang Fan's own handwriting, and they thought that Yang Fan was so famous that someone wrote a review for him. (To be continued)