[Chapter Word Count:3270 Last Updated:2015-04-1200:22:36.0]

"Is this the end?" Xiaohuan had a trace of anger on his face, and took advantage of Qin Baichuan's pause to interject: "This Oiran is also really, since you like that talent, go find him!" Now that I have left unclearly, I have no conscience, and I wasted the infatuation of the talent! ”

"I said it's all because of that genius, after taking the couplets and silver, why didn't he hear from him for three months? If you want me to see, all the things he did before were pretended, and the purpose was to deceive the Oiran of money! Another little maid apparently had a different opinion.

"Qinglou, Oiran, hehe, how can anyone really like her with such a woman?" Sister Lan had a bitter face, obviously supporting the little girl's statement.

"The story isn't over yet." The maids chattered and quarreled, Qin Baichuan rolled his eyes, Ya, if you can guess the direction of the story, how can you still mix up?

Oiran went away, buried his feelings for the talented man from a poor family, married an ordinary farmer, and lived a dull life for three years. For the past three years, Oiran was tormented by the pent-up feelings in her heart every day and night, and finally, with the encouragement of the farmer, she returned to her homeland and decided to find a talented person and ask what was going on. ”

"After much inquiry, Oiran finally found the matchmaker back then, and after telling the matchmaker about her intentions, the matchmaker looked at her with a very strange gaze, and finally sighed: 'Let's go, I'll take you to meet the genius.'" Oiran was extremely nervous, it's been three years, he should have become an official, right? Will you remember this woman who once lived on flesh and skin? ”

"The matchmaker took Oiran out of the village, and the more she walked, the more desolate it became, and the more sparse it became, the Oiran was puzzled, so she couldn't help asking, 'Haven't you arrived yet?' The matchmaker stretched out her hand and said, 'Here it is, there it is.' Looking at the matchmaker's finger, the Oiran was suddenly struck by lightning! Ahead is a mass grave, and what the matchmaker is referring to is a small dirt bag, a dilapidated lonely grave! ”

"Ahh There has been a huge turning point in the story at this point, and Qin Baichuan did not explain it, but how could the maids present not know the meaning of the lonely grave? For a while, the hall on the second floor exclaimed, stunned and sighed, and even Su Muqing had a desolate look on his face.

"The matchmaker told Sù Oiran: 'When the old woman handed over the couplet to the talented man, the talented man did not think about tea and dinner every day, and meditated hard, but he never thought of the next couplet. Later, when I heard that you left the Qinglou and didn't know where to go, the talented man cried and coughed up blood and died of depression. After he died, it was the old woman who cooked for him, and the house was full of papers, and all the writing was the couplet you came out of—a little water, two water, three water'. ”

"Oiran's heart is like a knife, and she kneels in front of the grave of the talented man in a daze, and tears are like rain! She hates it so much, hates her willfulness, and causes the tragedy of the genius's life, and she also hates this providence to make people and destroy lovers! In the midst of the tears, Oiran saw that the clusters of lilac stamens behind the grave of the talented man were blooming brightly, and she wept blood and said, "Lilacs, 1000 words, 1000 words, 10,000 words." The talented man from a humble family used his life to make this mournful couplet. ”

Almost all the stories of talented and beautiful women circulating in this era end in a match made in heaven, but the story of Qin Baichuan is off the beaten path, and the story is full of ups and downs, but in the end it ends with this kind of tragedy, pointing directly to the hearts of the people! Where can the maids still control their feelings, Xiaohuan lowered her head and sobbed, even Sister Lan's eyes were shining.

That's too easy to fool, isn't it?

The audience was almost shrouded in deep sadness, Qin Baichuan stood up and walked to the side of a lyre in the corner of the second floor, sat down cross-legged, and said in a low voice: "Do you think this is the end?" ”

"Zheng Zheng!"

After plucking the strings a few times, Qin Baichuan's heart suddenly felt a lot easier, fortunately, although it was a little jerky, it was no problem to play a simple minor tune with this ancient instrument.

The maids who were immersed in grief were shocked by the sound of the piano and looked at Qin Baichuan in confusion. Qin Baichuan didn't pay much attention to it, and his ten fingers gently twisted and slowly twisted on the strings: "After leaving in front of the grave of the talented man, the Oiran made a tune with all her hard work, and then committed suicide and followed the talented man. This song "Lilac" is tactful and desolate, but it is the truest portrayal of Oiran's heart. ”

The sound of the piano was first paused, and then a mournful rhythm flowed out of the fingertips, shocking: "The grave is full of flowers, how beautiful you desire." Look, all over the mountains, do you still feel lonely? Listen, someone is singing, that song you love the most. How much is the world, and there is no need to worry about it anymore...... You left in such a hurry, leaving me to worry about ...... rest of my life."

"Woooooo

This is amazing, this story is distressing enough, coupled with the mournful melody, deep voice, and easy-to-understand lyrics and songs, the little maids who are not deeply involved in the world can no longer hold back and cry happily.

"You're dead, and you're telling stories that make people's hearts and intestines break!" Sister Lan wiped the corners of her eyes and said with red eyes.

The sound of the piano gradually slowed down, the sound became smaller and smaller, and finally the piano was silenced.

Qin Baichuan stood up, looked at the talents opposite him with his hands behind his back: "There is a story, a background, a couplet, and a rhythm, what do you say now?" ”

"This matter has nothing to do with this son from beginning to end." Su Muqing was also shocked by Qin Baichuan's expression, it is extremely rare for a reader to understand poetry and couplets, and to be able to play and sing. Standing up for the first time to clear up his relationship with the whole thing, Su Muqing had to pay attention to this opponent: "Storyteller, you won Chu Xuan today, but it doesn't mean that you can be proud of the crowd!" Today, my son is a little sleepy, if he has the opportunity to teach you in the future, lest you underestimate my Jiangling talent! ”

"Please." Su Muqing just put two cruel words and found a step for himself, and Qin Baichuan didn't say anything.

"Farewell!" The rest is Chu Xuan's affair with the storyteller, and whether he apprentices or not has nothing to do with him.

"Boss Yun, your big bowl of Wangjianglou is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and I finally saw it." Brother Zhou and Brother Li, who came with Chu Xuan, also hurriedly clenched their fists: "There are still important things to do, and he will come back to bother him in the future." ”

After speaking, the two of them didn't look at Chu Xuan, who was pale, and ran downstairs behind Su Muqing's ass very unjustly.

The people upstairs and downstairs were still immersed in the melancholy tune, and no one gave them a second look.

Chu Xuan closed his eyes, let out a long breath, strode to the table, reached out and poured a cup of hot tea, and then cautiously walked to Qin Baichuan, folding the fan upside down, serving tea with both hands, slightly bent his spine, and knelt on one knee: "Master Qin, disciple Chu Xuan serves tea!" ”

"It doesn't have to be." Today's battle, in the final analysis, it was Chu Xuan who made the first bird for Su Muqing, and now that the main owner has fled in a hurry, it is not interesting to bully this shrimp soldier and crab general.

"Master, although Chu Xuan is stupid, he also knows the admonition of the ancient sages 'If someone is on the side of the sky, loyalty is the clothes and faith is the clothes', and my Chu family's workshop is based on integrity, if Chu Xuan denies it today, my father will definitely skin me and cramp after learning about it!" Chu Xuan's face was resolute.

"Peeling and cramping......" Qin Baichuan's mouth trembled: "Is it so strict?" ”

"Disciple Chu Xuan, serve tea to the master!" Chu Xuan lowered his head, having his own plans in his heart.

As Sister Lan said, this storyteller's talent is by no means inferior to any talent in Jiangling, and there is even a possibility that he is a disciple of a certain master, who lives in seclusion in this teahouse to tell stories because of his illness and cynicism. Don't look at his humble status now, maybe he will rise to the top in the future and rank in the court.

If there really is such a day, he Chu Xuan can be regarded as a great disciple of the open door, how can the master treat him badly? To put it more optimistically, even if it is a glorious lintel and a glorious ancestor, it is not impossible!

"I'll drink this tea, just accept the apprentices, if you don't dislike my stinky storyteller and insult your identity, we will talk about it in the future." Qin Baichuan took the strong tea and drank it all.

Chu Xuan was immediately overjoyed: "Since the master has drunk the apprenticeship tea, he can be regarded as accepting Chu Xuan!" The so-called one day is a teacher and a father for life, and the disciple obeys the teachings of the master! ”

"Ha, I shouldn't drink this tea according to your meaning?" Qin Baichuan was speechless, these readers are stupid when they read, right?

"Sir, Gongzi Chu is right, the etiquette cannot be abolished." The rest of the people were immersed in the story and couldn't extricate themselves, but not many people paid attention to the scene of Chu Xuan's apprenticeship. Sister Lan walked to Qin Baichuan's side and said, "Since Gongzi Chu has a heart, you will accept him, so as not to make Gongzi Chu lose his trust to the people of Jiangling." ”

Sister Lan is a delicate character, and she is also afraid that Chu Xuan will have a pimple in her heart, so she said with a smile: "I'll give you a compromise method, you will be friends as equals in front of you, and you will be commensurate with each other, and if Chu Gongzi is a disciple behind his back, he will not be laughed at." ”

"Thank you, Boss Yun, for making it complete!" Chu Xuan also meant this in his heart, but Sister Lan said it first.

Sister Lan looked at Qin Baichuan as if inquiring, and after seeing the latter nodding helplessly, she smiled at Chu Xuan and said, "Master Chu, Mr. Qin is indifferent by nature and doesn't like these vulgar etiquette, you better get up and talk." ”

"Yes!" Chu Xuan stood up from the ground and stood behind Qin Baichuan with his head bowed.

After settling Qin Baichuan and Chu Xuan, Sister Lan stood by the railing with excellent demeanor, and said in a coquettish voice to the dense crowd of people gathered downstairs: "Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, the lights are on, friends who want to drink tea are invited to sit down, and friends who don't want to stay will go back to rest early, come to the teahouse tomorrow morning to occupy a seat, and then listen to the aftermath of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". What do you think? ”

"Sister Lan has an order, how can I not obey?" watched a big drama of storytellers fighting talents, and listened to a story that people will never forget, everyone's faces were full of satisfaction, and they hugged their fists and said: "Please Sister Lan tell Mr. Qin, I will come over on time tomorrow and give a lot of rewards!" ”

Sister Lan waved her hand to the guests, turned her head and couldn't hide the joy in her beautiful eyes, and saluted Qin Baichuan Shi Shiran: "Sir, please move to the drunken Xiao Tower, how about Yun Lan pour wine for Mr. to make amends?" ”

"Another day." Drinking and flirting with a beautiful boss is certainly a great joy in life, but today is really not the time, Qin Baichuan shook his head and refused: "Sister Lan still settled the market last month to me, and Daddy Xu is still waiting for the money to grab the medicine." ”

"That's it......" Sister Lan showed a look of disappointment on her face, but she quickly hid it, nodded and said: "Today, I am talking about storytelling, fighting poetry, and singing songs, presumably Mr. is tired, but it's okay, let's come to Japan for a long time." ”

"Yes, come to Japan, Fang Chang." Qin Baichuan said strangely.