In the early morning, crowds of onlookers stood on the Hongdu Bridge.

The older generation speculated that it was the owner of the bridge, Princess Luohong, the granddaughter of the third grandson of the Ming monarch, who got married in the underworld.

Because this bridge is the marriage bridge of the princess Luohong, I walked on this bridge for a while, leaving some traces on it.

Under the sun, the bridge is painted with all kinds of flowers.

Among the flowers is a group of palanquin bearers carrying a bright red palanquin.

In front of the sedan chair is a gorgeously dressed couple supporting each other and looking at the sedan chair expectantly.

However, the huge painting was scorched and burned in a short time under the scorching sun, leaving only a piece of charcoal.

This grand scene has undoubtedly become a topic of discussion nowadays.

Also taking advantage of this opportunity, many people in the east attic sat around a table and listened to the story of the little-known princess of the old generation of storytellers.

The older generation loves to drink tea, especially the bitter tea that takes a sip of bitterness.

The people in the east attic followed suit, and suddenly the whole attic was shrouded in mist, quite a bit of a fairyland in the painting.

A cup of tea was poured into the cup, and the storyteller took a sip of the teacup and smacked his lips, and before he could speak, everyone seemed to be in the era of the story......

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In the 156th year of the Ming Dynasty, a girl in the Yuning Palace fell to the ground.

It is rumored that the day of the girl's birth was in early spring.

Everything seemed to wake up and not sleep, and the croaking sound of her landing attracted a spring rain.

When the midwife brought the little girl out, a fragrance of flowers lingered.

She seems to be like a god, attracting spring rain and rainbows, knocking on thousands of fragrant flowers.

For a time, there were a hundred flowers blooming in this mushroom city.

Because this princess fell and a hundred flowers bloomed, and was born with incense, so the Ming monarch gave her name and fell red.

"Sir, don't sell it yet, tell us what she looks like, why is she not married until she dies?"

There are people who can't wait to come forward to interrupt, wanting to get a glimpse of the appearance of this red princess through the mouth of this gentleman.

The most taboo thing about storytelling is to be interrupted.

The storyteller glared at the man, cleared his throat and spoke again.

The storyteller's voice was loud and vicissitudes, and he said word by word.

It seems that it really came from the river of history that is full of ups and downs.

The ship is full of the rise and fall of the past, old things and old people, which makes people sigh again and again that time flies, and the years do not leave people.

The red princess was supposed to live a carefree life, but things changed when she was fifteen years old.

It is said that this will be (read qia here

g) A clan is brave and good at fighting, and everyone has lived a thousand years, and this defeat is all thanks to the blessing of our red princess.

But this is nothing more than the superstition of the palace people.

Because of this superstition, it can finally hurt our red princess.

The Hui tribe was beaten, so he sent a weak child from the clan to Luomushroom City to be a proton.

The little princess, who has been pampered since childhood, quietly went to Proton's residence out of curiosity.

She didn't know that from the moment she stepped through the door, her fate had changed completely.

When the little princess walked into the place where the proton lived, she found that it was full of rice, and a golden yellow came into her eyes.

The girl was watching in distraction, and a pair of hands suddenly covered her eyes from behind her.

"Shhhh

Princess Luohong's heart was beating like thunder, and she was brewing anger, but she hooked the beautiful voice.

The mood has also become extremely calm.

He led her into a world she had never heard of and had never seen.

There the wind blows the wicker like a person dancing, and the oblique drizzle returns to the two swallows.

After a day of playing, Princess Luohong had feelings for the young man she met for the first time.

But in the eyes of others, he was nothing more than a brute boy in the tribe.

How could this brute be worthy of our noble princess?

So the people protested one after another, if the princess married back to the barbarian boy, they would overthrow the Ming Dynasty.

In the month after the storm in the city, things suddenly took a turn for the worse.

The people didn't know how to object to the marriage of the two overnight.

Then, in order to celebrate the princess's marriage, the monarch of the Ming Dynasty built the well-known Hongdu Bridge.

However, the princess disappeared the day before she was married.

Tens of thousands of people across the country have disappeared in succession.

What exactly happened to this, does anyone in the audience know a thing or two?

The storyteller squinted and spotted a man and a woman at the outermost level.

His eyes are meaningful, is this a question? This is clearly a point!

Meng Ji noticed that the man's eyes seemed to be unkind, and he looked at Luo Hong

Luo Hong held the teacup in one hand, biting her lip and lowering her head, looking pained and silent.

At this moment, she felt that the fragmentary memories in her mind were stinging her like glass shards.

"Can you tell us, girl?"

The storyteller stretched out his finger and pointed at Luohong.

The red hand cramped, and the whole person was like a great enemy.

Meng Ji wanted to pull her away, but she suddenly stood up.

Then he lifted the table and looked at the storyteller domineeringly.

"Do you want to smash my yard or do you want me to smash yours?"

Luo Hong and Meng Ji originally saw that there were a lot of male guests here, and they wanted to catch someone casually and go back to be their husbands.

As a result, someone is talking about themselves!

Just say it, I have to let her expose her scars!

Of course, Luo Hong was not happy.

And those who listened to it were fascinated by it, so they didn't think so, because the atmosphere was messed up by Luohong, so they all looked at her angrily.

Everyone doesn't understand what the little girl in front of them is messing with, isn't it just an interactive warm-up.

"What do you see? Haven't you seen the peerless face of Princess Ben? ”

Luo Hong proudly stepped on the stool, and his little head rose slightly with great vigor.

Everyone only took her as a joke and didn't take her seriously.

"Little girl, don't be funny, let's go home and do your homework, this is not the place for you to join in the fun."

Luo Hong smiled lightly and looked at the storyteller standing on the high platform.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask that person if I'm the Red Princess."

Hearing this, everyone looked at the storyteller with bated breath and waited for him to speak.

The storyteller was not in a hurry, picked up the teacup, poured himself a cup of tea, put it in his hand, and it was cold and cold.

The guests in the audience couldn't hold back and pointed to the storyteller and scolded: "I said, you storyteller, what are you buying?" You have to ink for so long to give sentences. ”

The other one who watched the excitement also followed suit.

"I'm afraid this storyteller has been in cahoots with this little girl for a long time, right? Think about it, how can a person who has been alive for hundreds of years still be alive? And this Ming Dynasty has really seen it in the history books? ”

"This is just a rumor, is this rumor historically true and reliable?"

At this time, passerby A also joined in the fun.

"But you can't say that, after all, what do you say about the things on the Hongdu Bridge? In case someone is really ......"

In everyone's random speculation, Luohong's identity undoubtedly added a mysterious color to her.

Luo Hong sat down leisurely, took out the teacup and asked Meng Ji to pour the tea himself.

Although Meng Ji was a little reluctant, he also fell.