In the teahouse, with the rhythm of the storyteller's speech, the hall was gradually full.

Even if they don't know each other, they can sit next to each other on the same wide bench, and from time to time take a sentence or two through the comments on the storyteller, which is really pleasant.

No matter how many people sit at this table, Cha Xiaoer only charges three cents per table, and he walks between the tables with a quail pot with big ears and a rough mouth, and from time to time he can receive additional rewards.

"Didn't your teacup use to be white porcelain, why did you change it to this black thing?"

"Yo, I'm afraid this guest officer hasn't been here for a while, and the black glazed tea cup is called the black pearl in the tea vessel by everyone, okay!" Cha Xiaoer pointed to a table of guests and said, "It's popular to order tea, you see." ”

The man followed the direction of Xiao Er's finger and saw a girl in a tuanyi shengjuan skirt sitting there, with an apricot-white veil on the edge of the table, looking a little focused and idle.

Song Zhixi pounded the spoon in her hand, she first mixed the tea that was crushed into tea powder from tea cakes, rolled up her sleeves and poured boiling water at the same time, and hit the tea with the teaspoon to make the tea soup produce bright white foam. White foam floats from the teacup and gradually approaches the edge of the teacup.

The black tea cup just lined the white tea soup like the condensation of the river and the sea, between the flashes of floating light, deep and steady.

"I didn't expect to order tea now, I would be so tired, I am not as skilled as before, time has passed, and it is no longer the past." Song Zhixi stretched out his hand to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead, picked up the bowl and drank it up, and smiled unsatisfactorily, "Ha, happy." ”

"Girl, it's not okay to drink like this." Panjin was dumbfounded on the side, obviously she was still gentle and demure when she ordered tea, so that she could see it as a woman, how could she change people when she drank tea!

The girl usually holds a teacup, but it's not like this!

Song Zhixi smiled and quipped, "Don't you know, your girl, only when you are serious will you look decent." ”

Panjin couldn't laugh or cry.

"Let's finish talking about Kunlun Immortal here, to be honest, this Kunlun Immortal is just the introduction of today's words, and next, it's the most important thing." The storyteller's eyes were bright and his expression was very excited, as if he had finally waited for this time, but he hid it, deliberately arousing everyone's appetite, "Presumably, you already know who you are going to mention next." ”

Everyone in the audience gasped and immediately began to discuss, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

"That's right, it's her, Qingyuan Zongji."

This name has been passed down from generation to generation, and throughout the entire dynasty, no one has never heard of Qingyuan Zongji, who was a hero of the ancient dynasty and a noble daughter who was deeply loved by the people.

The storyteller noticed the eager and admiring eyes of the people present, and he was very satisfied with this solemn and solemn atmosphere, and was about to finish the opening remarks as usual, but unexpectedly a young man came in in a grand manner, and shouted, "How far has the show been?" ”

This person's tone was frivolous, which ruined the solemn atmosphere, and the people present seemed to feel that Zongji had been blasphemed, and immediately looked at each other angrily.

"Huh? I heard that isn't this talking about Kunlun Immortals, you don't have to show such a protective expression, right? ”

"Kunlun Immortal? Moti, Moti them! A pedant sneered, "These wicked people who have lost their conscience, they are also worthy?" ”

Song Zhixi naturally knew that Zong Ji was another name for the ancient royal lord, because the Da Pang Dynasty where she belonged was called the eldest daughter of the prince with Zong Ji to show her dignity.

The world's ancestors have been passed down from generation to generation, hundreds of years ago in the ancient imperial dynasty, the art of witchcraft collapsed, a group of foreigners to "Kunlun Immortal" self-proclaimed, under the guise of crossing the world, abusing the art of witchcraft to kill the people, in order to seek to overthrow the rule of the dynasty surnamed Xie, overnight witchcraft affected the entire dynasty, all the major state capitals were spared, its scale and tragedy is really scary.

Qingyuan Zongji was favored by God, and was born in the east of the purple qi on the day of Fuzuo, and was born to penetrate the law, although he grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, he did not hesitate to risk his life, and finally ended up with a soul scattered and died with the Wuzhu clan, and kept the bloodline of the dynasty.

Although the dynasty changed later, the mountains and rivers changed hands and changed surnames, but the people are still the people after all, and it is all dependent on the survival of the ancestors to have descendants of future generations.

This story has been recorded in the national book as a historical fact, whether the world believes in the law or not, whether they believe in the authenticity of the story and the characters, does such a character really exist?

Maybe it's just that the ancestors out of the same fantasy in their hearts, the desire to admire the role model, or out of the spur of the future generations to have the heart of the family and the country, so they reached a consensus and jointly made up such a beautiful lie, but, hundreds of years have passed, many histories have been annihilated, only the deep palace has survived to this day There is still a single word on the national book file, which is sealed in the high pavilion like a cultural relic, and there is no way to verify.

However, the ancestral teachings cannot be forgotten, and most of the people in the world still maintain an absolute admiration and belief attitude towards Qingyuan Zongji.

Song Zhixi sighed: Although this Zongji died early, fortunately, she has been famous for a hundred years, and she has no regrets in this life.

Born in the dynasty surnamed Xie, Zhu Mingyan, as a member of the Xianqi family, she also had contact and understanding with the royal nobles, but she didn't know such a Zongji named Qingyuan.

Yes, then it is estimated that she is not a person of her era, because when she was still alive, the Zhu family was the only family of Dao Law inheritance, and there was no such person in the royal family who could perform the law.

Maybe this Zongji is a descendant of the Da Pang Dynasty, after all, she was already dead at that time, and it was normal not to recognize her.

"Can anyone know the age and appearance of that Zongji?"

Seeing that no one could answer, the storyteller said, "I didn't pass down her portrait, because in the ten years after Zong Ji's death, her fame was very prosperous, especially her extraordinary appearance, which attracted some unscrupulous people to hide her portrait in the brothel of the Qinglou, and the woman compared imitation makeup day by day. ”

"During that time, Zong Ji was also slandered, and some people painted her as an ancient enchantress in order to make money, with red jade as her eyes, and that kind of makeup was once very popular."

"It's not appropriate to say it's slander, there is nothing groundless in the world, I'm afraid that this Ji sells fame and reputation, and after being beautified by people like you, the original demon queen is her true face, right?" A man spoke up.

"This ...... There is some truth in that, after all, we are not witnesses, and to put it bluntly, the so-called righteous sacrifice is all hearsay! ”

The people below talked about it, and they all insisted on their own words, and they boiled in an instant.

"It's all a group of stereotypical old people, it's too! Young people who still believe this, at most it is just a story, but it is made up with noses and eyes, and if it is spread too much, it will be suspected of deceiving the world and stealing fame. A scholar in white said, "No matter how real it is, what does it have to do with our present?" Aren't they all living their own lives? ”

Someone was anxious and began to point to his nose and shout, "How can this person not be found?" There is a national book record, the grand occasion of the ceremony is vivid, and this enshrined concubine is written on the jade plate of the royal family! There really is such a character! ”

"Shhhh Talking too much, isn't it just to advocate the righteousness of heaven, but the facts, moral degradation and annihilation, there are few things that happened in the past, people are like this, when they are hungry and panicked, even their compatriots can eat, once they live a healthy life, they talk about the so-called righteousness and virtue. A bachelor said indignantly, "The ugliness is revealed! ”

Someone couldn't see it, and got up to persuade him, "Childe's language is too radical, you can't be so extreme, you are so obliterated all the heroic souls who died for the country, you can't help it." ”

The scene intensified.

How sad these words are, so unconscionable! Under the tragic image of the destruction of life, the destruction of the family, and the collapse of the country, a woman broke the cauldron and sank the boat, and volunteered to be righteous without leaving a breath, can you imagine, what a magnanimity! Do you dare! ”

"How dare I!"

……

"Mourn my people, and rest in Kong. Pity us who are the survivors of the catastrophe, and we are really blessed with more than one blessing. ”

In the end, an old man stood up tremblingly on the edge of the table, but his rickety back supported the solid pillar in the hearts of most of the audience.

Inside the teahouse, there was silence for a long time.

The silent war was won.

The teahouse is full of tongue battles, and this exciting news immediately attracted more and more spectators outside, afraid that it will cause trouble.

It is estimated that the guards patrolling Beijing are also on their way.

During the whole process, Song Zhixi just watched quietly, she saw through her heart, but she just looked at it like this, Rao is she was also indignant a few times, but she didn't intend to interject.

In this place where the public says that the public is reasonable, and the mother-in-law says that the mother-in-law is reasonable, it is really not an occasion that can really be reasonable. As long as you say a word, there will be spit stars sweeping all over the sky, eager to drown you, even if you have the help of your own people, it is inevitable to get angry.

Take this person present, who didn't start to speak calmly, but in the end he was so excited that he blushed and his neck was thick.

And she herself is the kind of person who is once she is popular, others are fine, but she herself can be so angry that her heart is tight, and she can't slow down for a few days.

Why should she be bored?

Song Zhixi shook his head, "Actors are often not as clever as commentators, but commentators often do not act. ”

Well frogs can't talk about the sea, and summer insects can't talk about ice.

The matter of the frog at the bottom of the well is due to the limitation of its vision in a small dwelling; The fact that the insect that is born and dies in the summer is because its vision is restricted by the season.

"Hehe, okay, okay, we people have nothing to do when we are full, we already like to talk about the shortcomings of our parents, and we don't have enough interesting stories to talk about, so we will discuss these immortals and ask questions instead."

"We're justifying Zongji's name."

Song Zhixi's fist at his side tightened slightly, a little unworthy for this woman.

Justification?

To put it nicely, if it weren't for this newly changed era name, how many people would remember this Zongji?

Perhaps, it can be passed down from generation to generation, and the generations of respect and gratitude will be remembered, this is her best ending, but I don't know if this is what she wants and thinks in her heart.

But Song Zhixi can realize that this will definitely not be her original intention.

The world speculated and misunderstood her, and even put the name of the enchantress on her head, fearing her.

It's just that Qingyuan Zongji, she can't know anymore.

What a pity!

If future generations treat a woman like this, what difference will there be to a family.

She remembered the fire in her memory, and felt a little uneasy.

Oh, if my Zhu family really ceased to exist because of the fulfillment of the morality of the common people, then how can my family sacrifice for righteousness, such kindness as high as the sky, be forgotten by the world!

So even if she wishes Mingyan to be reborn and live, what is the difference between it and the walking dead.

Song Zhixi smiled.

Don't.

Heaven, please hear my heart's prayers clearly, don't be like this. Otherwise, I'm really going to be full of hatred...... Crazy.