On the wooden platform, the female storyteller is very young, about seventeen or eighteen years old, her hair is tied with a red rope and a thick black braid, and she is mainly responsible for beating the drum, and only when it is the turn of some women's unique dialogues, she opens her mouth to say a few sentences to the old man.

The old man had a wrinkled face, a small melon skin hat, and a slight hunchback, but his voice was exceptionally clear, and he could hear it clearly downstairs when he was talking downstairs.

The book they are talking about is about a young lady surnamed Wang, who looks like a fairy and is knowledgeable. Her father was the prime minister of the dynasty, and her mother was a noble daughter of a family. But his mother's heart is for her mother's family, she thinks that everything in her mother's family is good, and wants to marry her daughter to Young Master Chen, the son of her mother's brother.

But Prime Minister Wang did not agree to this marriage, because he felt that Young Master Chen was not up to the task, and he fell in love with Liu Sheng, the new champion, and wanted to match Liu Zhuangyuan and Miss Wang together.

Prime Minister Wang and Mrs. Wang made all kinds of troubles at home for this marriage, and in the end, the two took a compromise and invited Young Master Chen and Liu Zhuangyuan to come to the house together, and let Miss Wang watch the two behind the screen and choose her husband by herself.

As soon as they met, it made it even more difficult for Miss Wang.

Young Master Chen is good-looking and has a good temperament, just like her mother described, and her aunt has come to the house and loves her very much, and she will definitely not suffer if she marries in the future. Liu Zhuangyuan talks extraordinary, looks dignified, has an unlimited future in the future, and the family population is also simple, with only one widowed old father, who can directly run the family when he marries.

Just after Miss Wang met the two men, she struggled and hesitated in her heart for a few days, and a sudden change occurred......

The voice of the old man on the stage came: "But it was said that Mrs. Wang was crying and ran in, her face full of tears, and she also called out: 'Daughter, something is wrong......

The old man continued to tell the story, but the people in the box couldn't listen to it anymore, because Yan Shuyu's sudden arrival filled their ears.

Yan Qingge didn't expect that Yan Shuyu's thick skin was comparable to the palace wall, and she had already made it very clear that Yan Shuyu was deliberately following her, and Yan Shuyu could still talk to herself like this.

Yan Xiuyu was in the mood to listen to the book, and said very unhappily: "Stop talking, the following story is talking about the wonderful place, but you have been disturbed." What did Mrs. Wang say? Why can't her cousin marry her? ”

The gentle woman Yan Shuyu didn't know looked at Yan Xiuyu gently, and greeted the servant girl behind her with a smile: "Go down and give those two storytellers a reward, and ask them to repeat this paragraph." Then, the woman smiled at Yan Shuyu: "Come and be a guest, the girl will find a seat and sit down by herself." If there is anything, I will talk about it after listening to the book. ”

Yan Shuyu looked at the situation in the house, Ling Xiao and Yan Shuyu didn't like her, so she had to sit next to the woman she didn't know.

The woman's maid also went downstairs at this time, and gave the silver on the stage, but there was no one in the teahouse at this time, and the storyteller thanked him for the reward, and told the story he had just told again.

The storyteller continued to speak, because he had won the reward, and his voice was even more agitated, and he launched a three-inch tongue to tell the story.

It turned out that Cousin Chen had set up an outer room outside, and the children were more than a year old, and they were inadvertently glimpsed by the champion, and Cousin Chen didn't stop doing anything, grabbed the champion, and threw him into the dry well in his yard.

As a result, the champion was self-reliant, escaped from the dry well, and exposed the true face of Cousin Chen, and Mrs. Wang knew that her mother's family was defeated, and her mother's brother had long wanted to collect money for the family by marrying Miss Wang.

This is not over, after the incident, Aunt Chen secretly hid Cousin Chen in the carriage and brought it into Wang's house by coming to Wang's house to apologize, and gave Miss Wang a **, intending to cook raw rice and mature rice.

Unexpectedly, the champion happened to be in the Wang family, discussing the matter with the Wang family's parents, and he bumped into the evil thing that Cousin Chen and Aunt Chen were going to do, and saved the young lady again.

Miss Wang's innocence was guaranteed, and Aunt Chen and Cousin Chen were imprisoned. The wedding day of Miss Wang and Zhuangyuan is the beheading day of Cousin Chen and Aunt Chen.

This story ends in a happy reunion.

In fact, this story sounds like Yan Qingge, and there are loopholes everywhere, but because of its twists and turns in the plot, the protagonists in it are all handsome men and beautiful women, and it is a happy ending, and the old man's eloquence is also powerful, so it sounds quite interesting.

After listening to the book, before others could speak, Yan Shuyu's eyes fluttered, and she sighed softly: "What a beautiful pair of flowers!" Another day, I will order a few poems to praise Miss Wang and the champion. As she spoke, she took out two thin booklets from her wide cuffs, put them on the table, her voice rose and low, and said coquettishly: "These are the two poetry books that the little woman published before, I don't know if a few of them have read it." ”

Yan Qingge was dumbfounded, looking at Yan Shuyu's style.

The woman Yan Shuyu didn't know smiled and took it over and looked at the cover, and put it on the table: "I've heard of these two poetry collections, but it's a pity that I don't like to read, and I haven't read poetry collections or anything." ”

"I haven't asked for this sister's name yet." Yan Shuyu glanced at Yan Qingge proudly from the corner of her eyes while speaking to the woman. Yan Qingge doesn't care about her, but it doesn't mean that others don't care about her, looking at this woman she didn't know, wasn't she impressed by her talent?

The woman grinned and said, "Just call me Roufu." ”

Yan Shuyu was stunned and shocked. Today, there are two sisters in the saint, one is the half-sister Princess Rouhui, and the other is the eldest princess of the compatriots, Princess Roufu.

Princess Roufu married into the Yanwang Mansion, and she didn't expect to see Roufu today.

Yan Shuyu's eyes flashed with brilliance, and she immediately got up and saluted respectfully, and said, "The folk girl visited the princess, and she just disturbed the princess listening to the book, and asked the princess to forgive me." ”

Roufu waved his hand and said, "Don't be so polite, I'm not as fun-loving as my sister, I never hold banquets at home, and I don't go to the ones she organizes, so the girls in Beijing don't know much." Don't be stubborn, just have fun today. ”

Yan Shuyu nodded, feeling a little relieved, feeling that Roufu should not have heard about what she had done before from Princess Rouhui, so she smiled cheekily: "Princess Roufu is chaste, and the folk girls don't like to go outside, they only love to read and write poems at home." ”

Ling Xiao looked sullen from the side, but she knew Princess Roufu's temperament, don't look at Princess Roufu's always smiling on the surface, and she looked approachable, but it was actually much more difficult than Princess Rouhui. Even she didn't dare to talk nonsense in front of Princess Roufu, this Yan Shuyu was quite bold, and sure enough, a newborn calf was not afraid of tigers.

At this moment, a handmaid brought in the woman who was telling the story.

The woman bowed, handed over a tray of signs, and said, "Please choose a few distinguished guests, I don't know what you want to hear." ”

Yan Shuyu's eyes just drifted twice on the tray, Yan Xiuyu took the tray, handed it to Yan Qingge, and said, "Sister Qingge, choose it." ”

Yan Qingge looked at it and saw that there were about forty signs inside, and the woman immediately said: "This young lady, the red rope is the kind of boudoir story that I just heard, the green rope is the story of the Jianghu killing field, and the yellow rope is the story of the ghost fox goblin, I don't know which one the young lady likes to hear?" ”

Yan Qingge looked at a room of people, smiled and picked up a story about the fairy girl offering peaches tied with a yellow rope, and said, "Just listen to this, I have already heard the story of the boudoir pavilion." ”

Yan Xiuyu's face moved slightly, and he immediately stuck on the side of the plate, looked at the words on the sign, looked up at the woman, and said, "I heard you say a few days ago, it was Miss Liu who married a member of the staff, why is there no one here?" ”

"That drama said that there is time, our grandfather has a new one, and the old one is naturally not marked on the brand, this young master likes to listen, and our grandfather can still talk about it."

"Good! Then you will first talk about this fairy girl offering peaches, and then tell us about that Miss Liu. Yan Xiuyu said happily.

Yan Shuyu didn't have the heart to listen to the play, she only thought about how to tie up Roufu.

But Roufu listened very attentively, she could only pretend to listen attentively, and then made a few comments from time to time.

The story of the fairy aunt offering peaches is not enough, the story of Miss Liu marrying someone is a very strange story, it is about a Miss Liu who was born in a squire's family, married her cousin, but the cousin is a poor scholar who is fortunate enough to take the exam, and in order to enter Beijing to catch the exam, he sold Miss Liu to the childless widower Zhu Lao Yuanwai in the village. When Ms. Liu arrived at Zhu's house, she found out that she was pregnant and gave birth to a child eight months later. Mr. Zhu thought that the child was his own, but Miss Liu had a noble temperament and was unwilling to let Mr. Zhu suffer, so she told the truth of the matter. Mr. Zhu was moved by Miss Liu and re-accepted her as a righteous daughter. Soon after, Mr. Zhu died, and Miss Liu and her son inherited the family property.

Miss Liu took her son, was discriminated against in the eyes of the villagers, and also had to face the nephews of Zhu Lao Yuan, who kept competing for the family property, she taught her son to fight hard every day, and finally, her son grew up and went to Beijing to take the exam. A few months later, he sent a letter back, saying that he had been admitted to the top prize, and that he had been taken by a big official and wanted to accept him as his son-in-law.

After seeing her future in-laws, Miss Liu almost died of anger, it turned out that the big official was the cousin who sold her back then.

Miss Liu's son and her daughter-in-law are a half-brother and sister.

Miss Liu remembered the hardships she had endured over the years, and she complained to the emperor in grief and indignation, and her cousin was dismissed and demoted to a commoner. After Miss Liu heard the verdict, she felt that all the goals in this life had been accomplished, and she no longer had to live with the reputation of a second marriage, so she hit a pillar in front of the palace and died, which was unanimously praised by the government and the opposition, and was finally rewarded with the martyr's archway.

Hearing this strange story, Yan Qingge's face was about to crack, and Ling Xiao, Ling Lie, and Le Xuan all had expressions of "what is this" on their faces, and even Roufu supported his forehead with his hands, with a distressed expression.

However, Yan Xiuyu listened very happily, and Yan Shuyu was even more embarrassed, tears appeared in her eyes with excitement, and she gently clapped her hands and said, "What a martyr!" What a Miss Liu! I'll write a poem for her when I get back! ”

Yan Qingge couldn't listen to it anymore, she stared at Yan Shuyu, and asked dryly, "What poems are you going to make?" ”