"Storytelling? The slave family has never heard of this as a skill. Xiuzhu spoke sharply, "Besides, who doesn't know how to tell stories?" Three-year-old children, old people, can talk, can tell stories. ”

"That's why it's a good story." Mo Zi was not in a hurry. Since she is prepared, she is not afraid of people disrupting the situation. "Wait for Mo Zi to finish speaking, if everyone here feels bad, then judge Mo Zi to lose."

"Ordinary stories can't be counted, but good stories are. If the story you tell makes us feel better than Miss Xiuzhu's singing, you can win. "Wei Er grabbed a grass at this time and treated it as a treasure. Finally, Mo Zi said that she would be the same, how could he let it go.

Wei Er said this, and no one questioned it.

Mo Zi was a blessing and said in a loud voice, "Mo Zi obeys." ”

Although Xiuzhu was not convinced, she thought that Mo Zi would definitely not be able to defeat herself with her story, and she couldn't offend the Wei family, so she closed her voice, sat down slowly, and watched coldly.

"Once upon a time, there was a husband and wife, and the two have been related since they were teenagers, and they have no guesses. The man's surname was Zhao, he was of noble birth, a former official scholar, and a famous poet, painter and master of calligraphy. And his wife Guan is also from a famous family, that is a talented woman who knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even the emperor appreciates. After the two became husband and wife, the husband sang and the wife followed, the piano and the song were harmonious, and the life was very happy. "Mo Zi sings a song with incomplete five notes, but it can tell a story, and the tone is soft and beautiful, and the listener is fascinated.

Wei Er, Wei San and the others were so engrossed in that even Wei Da put down the tea in his hand.

"Guan loves to paint bamboo, and her bamboo is slender and tough. Bachelor Zhao, on the other hand, likes to add fat bamboo leaves to his wife's bamboo. Thin bamboo and fat leaves, but also contrasting with each other, elegant and rhyme. The relationship between the two is also like this bamboo leaf, relying on each other and loving each other. When Mo Zi said this, the faces of the singers showed envy, and Xiuzhu also listened attentively.

Decades after the two got married, Guan's beautiful face gradually grew old, and Chunhua was no more. Mr. Zhao and his wife still have a good relationship, but like all couples in the world, they are like relatives, not confidants. Mr. Zhao's fame is getting louder and louder, and there are more and more people who admire his talents. One day, Mr. Zhao went out as a guest and met a wealthy businessman. The businessman said to Bachelor Zhao that there is a daughter in the family, who is in the middle of ten years, and loves Bachelor Zhao's poetry, calligraphy and painting very much, and if Bachelor Zhao is willing, he will marry his daughter to him, and it doesn't hurt to be a concubine. Mo Zi paused.

A famous singer asked eagerly, "What about after that?" ”

Mo Zi smiled, seeing that the guards and guards began to look indifferent, and then said, "Bachelor Zhao's heart is moved. There is already a good wife in the family, and if you want to live in two decades, a talented woman can become a beautiful confidant by his side, why not. ”

The men nodded their heads in abundance, while the women looked sad and disappointed.

"But this Bachelor Zhao is a gentleman after all, and he has been with the Guan family for so many years, and he still respects her very much. After returning home as a guest, Bachelor Zhao walked into the Guan family's room and hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't speak. Bachelor Zhao was talented, and as soon as he had an idea, he picked up a pen and wrote down a small order, and then left. Guan felt that his husband was strange and difficult to speak, and he studied ink and paper, so he knew that he wrote what he wanted to say on paper. Pick it up and take a look—" Mo Zi stopped again.

To tell a story, you need suspense and an appetite at the right time to have a good effect.

"What did Master Zhao write?" Wei Er couldn't wait to ask.

"No matter how he writes, he must be sad to think about it." Wei San shook his head.

"Bachelor Zhao wrote: I am a bachelor, you are a lady. Don't you hear that Master Tao has peach leaves and peach roots, and Master Su has morning clouds and twilight rain. I'll marry a few more Wu Ji Zhao daughters, why is it too much! You are over forty years old, just occupy Yutang Spring. Mo Zi suddenly thought that there was no Su Shi in this era, so he hurriedly fabricated, "Master Su is a former colleague of Master Zhao, and he is also a well-known talent. ”

"It's a good one, just occupy Yutang Spring." Wei San praised the good words, "This Bachelor Zhao has a deep affection for his wife, otherwise how could he mention marrying a concubine in a joke, in fact, he doesn't want to make his wife sad." ”

"That's exactly what your lord said." Mo Zi is blessed again, "Although the Guan family is sad, he wants to love him for many years, and now his husband wants to find a new love." But she looked at Xiaoling twice and found that her husband still cared about herself. The matter of marrying a concubine is not necessarily. Therefore, Guan laughed. ”

I'm afraid she won't be laughing long enough. Mr. Zhao married a concubine and asked his wife, which was benevolent and righteous. Wei Da actually came to speak.

"Master Wei, you guessed wrong. Bachelor Zhao did not marry a concubine in the end. The two were harmonious and beautiful, until Guan's illness and death, Zhao was so sad that he not only arranged the funeral in person, but also wrote Guan's epitaph. Mo Zi first talked about the ending, which aroused curiosity.

"What's going on?" Wei Er really took the bait.

"It's all because of a small order from the clever Guan family to her husband, so that Bachelor Zhao changed his mind and devoted himself to his wife, and never married anyone else." Mo Ziwei smiled.

"Oh? What kind of small order can be so useful? "Wei San is an official and a literati.

Not only Weisan, but everyone became curious.

Mo Zi said word by word, "You and I are nong, there are many feelings of evil, and many feelings are hot like fire." Twist a piece of clay into one of you and shape one of me. Break the two of us together, mix with water, twist one of you, and shape one of me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud. I was born with you and died with the same coffin. ”

"What a spicy and clever woman." Wei Da also knows some poetry, because this Suo Nanzhi is easy to understand, novel and ingenious, half surprised and half admired, "It is indeed smart." ”

Wei San even said five or six good words in a row, "Life is the same, death is the same." This woman, a dignified husband, what a pity! ”

"Exactly. Guan's small order, love across life and death, deeper than the sea, higher than the sky. Bachelor Zhao only felt that he was unkind, but his wife replied with infinite tenderness, and did not complain at all. Since then, Mr. Zhao has never mentioned marrying a concubine, and he cherishes the Guan family very much. "Zhao Bachelor and Guan Shi are the famous Zhao Mengfu and Guan Sheng in history, and this Suo Nanzhi is also the hand-me-down work.

"That's the story." Mo Zi said steadily, "Whether it's good or bad, whether it's a win or a loss, Mo Zi has done his best." ”

"With this little order alone, the girl will win." Waizo is highly rated.

"Yes, yes, and the two characters in this story are not ordinary. Even I, a layman, can hear the amusement between the words. Wei Er echoed loudly.

These two said yes, and there were those who disagreed? One by one, they followed the praise.

Although Xiuzhu was fascinated when listening to the story, she admired Guan's talent and learning, and admired Bachelor Zhao's gentleman, but this was about Mo Zi's win, and of course she refused to admit defeat.

"She didn't make this word, and she didn't make up this story, why did she win me?" She argued.

"Miss Xiuzhu, you didn't compose this song, and you didn't fill in this word. You and I both speak with one mouth, why can't I win you? After Mo Zi finished speaking, he regretted it.

Wei Er laughed, "It turns out that your girl is not only dumb, but also sharp-tongued." ”

Mo Zi sighed in her heart, this was forced out by them.

"Fourth master, ladies and gentlemen, someone just came to report that the carriage of Mrs. Weifu's young master and young lady has arrived at Qingfu Lane." Erya came in from outside the building, bowed his head with his hands down, and was obedient.

"It's early." Wei Da looked at the sky.

"It's better to come early, my mother is afraid that she will be anxious to wait." Qiu Si could speak, and then instructed Erya to prepare to open the middle door to welcome guests.

Mo Zi couldn't help but rejoice, it was really early and coincidental.

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The new book is on the list, and I continue to ask for all kinds of support.

Thank you.