One of the gray-armored knights drank a bowl of wine and sighed: "It's really unheard of that there is such a big young master throwing money all over the street in this world!"

The other gray knight laughed: "I really regret that I didn't go to drink with my eldest brother last time, otherwise I would have picked up the money like my eldest brother, and if I did, I would have thrown it to Mr. Storyteller now and asked him to tell me a story." ”

A soldier in the corner smiled and accosted: "If I have this money, I will definitely take it back to buy beautiful clothes for my wife, she likes beautiful clothes the most!"

............

The gray-armored knight led by him knocked on the table with his fingers, and suddenly made a crisp knocking sound on the table, knocking on the table, and then shook the silver bar in his hand and threw it on the table in front of the storyteller, and said: "Storyteller, I want to listen to the story of the first king of North Vietnam, you tell me immediately now!" ”

The son and the girl in the audience were not happy, the story of An Zhan Shenjun and Qingqiu Emperor Ji was not finished, and someone actually paid the storyteller to tell the story of Gao Zhengce!

At this time, a rich boy smashed out a big gold bar and said lightly: "What is the silver bar, this son has money, storyteller, gold bar for you, I order you to continue to tell me the love story between An Zhan Shenjun and Qingqiu Emperor!" ”

Someone in the crowd said, "Yes! We came to this tavern today to listen to the love story of An Zhan Shenjun and Qingqiu Emperor, don't talk about this story, what else to listen to?! ”

Mr. Storyteller looked at the gold bar, very greedy, but he didn't know where the group of gray-armored knights came from, it seemed that he couldn't afford to offend, and he was in a dilemma for a while.

"You even hid private money?! Why don't you hurry up and get this money for me and go home! ”

There was a very sharp and piercing sound in the crowd, and when everyone looked over, they saw a fierce young woman with raised eyebrows and eyes like knives pulling a man's ear, and roaring while pulling: "I asked you to take the gold bars home, do you hear?!" ”

The man said, "Okay, okay, I'll go home, don't pull my ears, it hurts!" ”

"You know it hurts!" The young woman snapped.

The man took back the gold bars that had been smashed out, and was dragged out by the young woman.

The gold bars are gone, and the storyteller doesn't have to be in a dilemma.

The story of the first kings of North Vietnam, the storyteller knows a lot, some of them really don't know, and he can make them up to fool these people from other countries, but the story of the first king is not ordinary, where to start?

Feng Yuanzhi drank peach blossoms and smiled while sipping melon seeds, she knew a lot about Gao Zhengce's experience, but it wasn't much, although some of the words of this storyteller couldn't be taken seriously, but she really wanted to hear what Gao Zhengce looked like in the eyes of these people.

After coming in for so long, I haven't taken a good look at what the inside of this newly built tavern in North Vietnam looks like, looking around, there are more than 30 tables of people, there are only one or two people per table, and there can be eight or nine people at the most, the group of gray-armored knights who rode by on horseback, one table is not enough, divided into three tables, each table is five or six people, this group of people either bowed their heads to drink, eat melon seeds, or looked at the storyteller on the stage with fixed eyes. When one of the gray-armored knights looked up, he happened to meet Feng Yuanzhi's gaze, and he couldn't help but bend his eyebrows and exclaimed, "What a beautiful girl! I've lived so long, and I've never seen such a beautiful woman. ”

Feng Yuanzhi turned his face away, and the gray-armored knight led by him turned his face to the soldier who praised Feng Yuanzhi, and said sharply: "I came to the tavern to settle down, not to see the beauty!" ”

I'm not here to see beautiful women, but I'm not here to listen to stories!

The soldier secretly resisted in his heart, but he could only bow his head and dare not speak again.

The gray-armored knight led by him then looked at the storyteller and said, "Storyteller, the money has been smashed for you, I have waited for so long, why don't you tell the story of the first king of North Vietnam?" ”

The storyteller pondered for a moment, frowned, and said, "The first king has experienced too many things in his life, I'm afraid I can't finish it for three days and three nights!" ”

Although he received his money, if he really wanted him to talk about it for three days and three nights, he would rather not have it.

The gray-armored soldier led by him pondered, not only Gao Zhengce, but even ordinary people have experienced a lot of things in their lives, not to mention that Gao Zhengce is the king of a country, so it is better to only pick the major events in his life. Nine years ago, the Xili army invaded North Vietnam and spread the news in Qin Yuan Kingdom, but the people in Qin Yuan Kingdom only knew that such an incident happened in North Vietnam, what happened in the process, and what happened after that, only a few people knew about it, and these gray armor soldiers belonged to the majority part.

The gray-armored soldier led by him said: "I heard that nine years ago, the Xili army invaded North Vietnam, North Vietnam fell, and the palace was also occupied by the Xili army, I want to know what happened, and you can tell me what happened later?" ”

The sons and girls in the audience saw that Mr. Storyteller really didn't plan to tell the story of Emperor Qingqiu and An Zhan Shenjun, and they dispersed in disappointment.

However, the man at the gate of the Peach Blossom Laughing Tavern promoted it well, and this time dozens of them dispersed, and dozens of them came in outside.

The shopkeeper hurriedly added a table and a stool.

The only man who was willing to pay for the storyteller to tell the love story between the two immortals had been dragged home by his wife.

Before the fall of North Vietnam, the Broken Soul Qin told her that there was about to be a disaster in the world, and she took the Broken Soul Qin down to save people, but she didn't expect that the disaster that the Broken Soul Qin was referring to was not only the fall of North Vietnam, but also her own disaster. At that time, Gao Zhengce and Huo Yue were surrounded by the Xili Army, and more than half of the maids and guards in the palace were killed or wounded, but she forgot at that time where Gao Wan'er and the horses went.

The Baili Pearl was a gift from her mother when she was 500 years old, and she could sense it whenever it was used, but she couldn't sense it when it was used.

After killing the 100,000 army, she was chased by the heavenly thunder, and soon after she was taken to the heavenly court, what happened to Beiyue in the world, as well as Gao Zhengce, Gao Wan'er, and Huo Yue's life, she has no way of knowing.

Mr. Storyteller pondered for a while, and then said slowly: "On the Lilan Mountain in North Vietnam, there has always been a half-fairy, and later this half-fairy was invited back to the palace by the first king to become a priest, this priestess is named Wanqing, but the priest Wanqing has died after only three years as a priest, but then Princess Wan'er, that is, the eldest princess today, when she got married nine years ago, the rumored dead priestess suddenly returned, and gave the eldest princess a hundred miles bead............"

Before the storyteller could finish his sentence, one of them suddenly interjected: "The dead priestess of North Vietnam has suddenly returned? Mr. Storyteller, are you talking about the story of the return of the female ghost? Also ............"

"Don't interrupt Mr. Storyteller!"

The gray-armored soldier at the head interrupted the interjector, and continued, "Storyteller, you go on. ”

The storyteller touched his beard, and then said seriously: "I'm not telling a female ghost story, I'm telling the truth, the dead priestess, she did come back." ”

Dead priestess, back!

Some of the girls present listened with a little creepy.

Some of the sons present didn't think it was terrible, because they thought that the priest was originally a half-fairy who cultivated immortals, and it was not strange that he could come back to life.

The storyteller paused, and said in a deep voice: "The Baili Pearl that the priestess gave to the eldest princess really saved the eldest princess's life!" But the colt was not so lucky! ”

Feng Yuanzhi raised her eyebrows, stopped eating melon seeds, and said secretly in her heart: What happened to Wan'er's husband?

"Alas!" The storyteller sighed and stopped.

"Huh? Well said, why did it stop? The gray-armored soldier at the head was dissatisfied.

Mr. Storyteller breathed, "Nine years ago, after the Xili army invaded the palace of Beiyue, the horse fled with the eldest princess, but was stopped by the Xili army on the road, and the eldest princess who was pregnant at that time took out the Baili bead given to her by the priest of Wanqing, and wanted to use it for the horse, but the horse pushed the Baili bead back into the hands of the eldest princess, in order to escort her away, she was hit by dozens of arrows, and before she died, she used the Baili bead on the eldest princess, and the eldest princess cried and was sent away by the Baili bead, and the horse was ordered to divide the body by Xili Wang Yuwenyi. ”

Feng Yuanzhi's heart was shocked: the colt had died nine years ago!

And the body was divided!

She had only seen a colt once, and she remembered the first time she saw a colt by the fish pond in the palace of the Beiyue king. At that time, he ran to the fish pond to find Wan'er, Wan'er smiled and called him Brother Lin, and he also embroidered a purse for Wan'er at that time, Wan'er was very happy. Originally, I wanted Wan'er to marry a good husband she liked, and she could live a good life in this life, but she didn't expect to lose her husband at a young age!

How sad she must be!

When the storyteller said this, he sighed again, "The eldest princess wanted to commit suicide after learning that the horse had been divided, but fortunately she was rescued by King Pengcheng, who took good care of her and her son for six years, touched the eldest princess, and finally the eldest princess married him. ”

Feng Yuanzhi breathed a sigh of relief, it's good that Wan'er can still meet her lover in this life!

The gray-armored soldier led by him listened to this, and drank up the whole pot of peach blossom smile in his hand, and then asked Xiao Er to continue to serve him wine, and when Xiao Er went to get the wine, he asked: "How did North Vietnam settle down later?" ”

"The first king and his royal guards were surrounded by a large army, and when the two were about to be killed, the dead priest reappeared and single-handedly killed the 100,000 army of Xili. ”

"Wow!"

"Kill 100,000!"

"That's amazing!"

...............

Feng Yuanzhi frowned, looked at the storyteller dissatisfied, and secretly said to herself: Can you not add the word death in front of Wan Qing, make me look like a female ghost!

When the voices of the audience gradually became quieter, the storyteller said: "Later, the priest of Wanqing seems to have been killed by the thunder again. ”

"Poof!"

Feng Yuanzhi squirted out another sip of wine.

Didn't you say that the priest was dead? Why was he killed by thunder again?

Feng Yuanzhi looked around, looked at herself again, and frowned: I was killed by the thunderbolt?

When was I hacked to death?

The tone of the storyteller's speech made her feel like she was really dead before she was dead.

Although Feng Yuanzhi felt that this storyteller was unreliable, she still opened her mouth and asked, "Storyteller, what happened to North Vietnam after that priestess was killed by thunder?" ”

Feng Yuanzhi felt that she didn't ask enough, and then said, "How did Princess Wan'er become the eldest princess?" ”

The storyteller moved his gaze to Feng Yuanzhi and smiled, "You don't know, after North Vietnam was broken by the Xili army, King Pengcheng brought a son to meet the first king and told him that it was his son. ”

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

.............

There were doubts from the audience.

Feng Yuanzhi remembered that when he talked to Gao Zhengce about the past, he never talked about his son, and wondered if he had a new concubine for him after she left North Vietnam.

She wondered if he had taken a concubine later.

Feng Yuanzhi raised her head, looked at the storyteller, and asked puzzledly, "When King Pengcheng took him to see the first king, how old was that son?" ”