It was the first time for Zhang Jinwen to come to the teahouse.

She looked up and down curiously at the movement in the teahouse.

The owner of this teahouse is surnamed Wu, who is from the capital, and according to the habits of the capital, the position of the teahouse in the teahouse is also divided into three, six, nine and so on.

Dr. Tea has also been working in the Wuji Teahouse in Beijing for several years, and he has a lot of eyesight, so he was dressed up in Zhang Jinwen's clothes, and he was led to sit in the small private room in the front row.

Zhang Jinwen is still dressed in a neutral robe, but the texture of the clothes, as well as the glance in Zhang Jinwen's eyes when she looks at people, and the typical appearance of a rich girl coming out to play in micro-clothes, naturally she can't hide that she has come into contact with all kinds of tea doctors in the teahouse every day.

The location of the private room is exactly 45 degrees in front of the storyteller's left, so you can see his movements and expressions clearly.

The storyteller's story is nearing its end, and it is the most attractive part of the storyteller's impassioned tone:

"This women's army led by Li Niangzi has strict military discipline and must be ordered, and finally won more with less and captured our Zhouzhi County. The banner of the Li family was once again planted in the ancestral hall of the Li family ancestor in Shilou Mountain. Since then, the guards who have guarded Lao Jun here for generations have finally welcomed back their masters! ”

Shocked wood slapped on the table, ending the story.

The people listening to the book below exploded with a coax, shouting loudly, whistling and clapping and laughing, one after another.

Two tea doctors, one carrying a pot to refill the tea for everyone, and the other holding a bowl to collect tea money.

Turning to Zhang Jinwen, she looked at the copper coins in the bowl, some strung and scattered, and asked, "How much?" ”

Dr. Tea nodded and said with a smile: "Guest officer, you are in the position of the master, no more, no less, just keep the money." ”

Zhang Jinwen touched her sleeve pocket, except for the two medicine bottles, she didn't care about the rest: "You wait a while, and the people who are with me will give you money when they come to me from the inn." ”

Dr. Tea saw that Zhang Jinwen had spoken to Zhuqing Zhufeng when he got out of the car, and then saw that Zhang Jinwen's clothes were worth a few dollars, so he didn't bother and turned away.

It didn't take long for the storyteller to start a second round of storytelling.

This time, the storyteller is still telling the story of "Li Niangzi's defeat of Qu Tong".

"Li Niangzi" is the daughter of today's saint, Princess Pingyang Zhao. Brave and resourceful, courageous, extremely respected in the area of Chang'an City, and even more famous than his father and brother.

The emperor once joked with the prince that if the third lady was a man, he was afraid that the prince would have to be replaced.

And the prince's answer was: Father, if the third lady is a man, the son will inevitably follow his head.

It can be seen that Mrs. Li has the weight in the minds of her father and brother.

The storyteller's story was almost finished, and Zhang Jinwen realized that Qu Tong, who was repeatedly mentioned in the story, should be General Qu who appeared in Luohan Peak with Zhou Ziyu.

Zhang Jinwen recalled Qu Tong's appearance, tall and strong, with a dark complexion, a thick beard, standing with Zhou Ziyu, it was the feeling of being a writer and a martial artist, Zhou Ziyu was a writer, and Qu Tong was a martial artist.

Unexpectedly, General Qu, who looked like an iron tower, was actually a defeated general under Li Niangzi.

This Li lady, how many heads and arms should there be!

Zhang Jinwen couldn't help laughing.

The storyteller said for two nights, this is the first time I have seen such a well-dressed boy come in to listen to the story, and smile so face-saving, and he became interested at the moment, and improvised to interact with Zhang Jinyu: "This son, don't laugh yet, Mrs. Li is the heroine of my dynasty, are you convinced?" ”

Zhang Jinwen hurriedly said: "Serve!" Extremely admired under it! ”

This sound, the storyteller heard it, Zhang Jinwen is a little lady dressed as a man.

Most of the people listening to the books in the teahouse were poor people who were preparing to go up the mountain to participate in the construction of the Taoist temple, and they didn't dare to look in the direction of the private room at first, but listening to Zhang Jin's voice, they all turned their eyes around.

The storyteller got Zhang Jin's response, and was even more interested, and asked again: "Our Li Niangzi, that is none other than the mountain god who was ordered by the Emperor of Heaven to reincarnate the Nine Heavens Xuannu and protect the Laojun Ancestral Hall!" Believe it or not? ”

Zhang Jinwen walked in this Zhongnan Mountain for several years, every day followed the ancestor to collect medicine and medicine to cure diseases and save people, knew the king of flowers and trees, and also saw a lot of gods and Buddhas enshrined in the temples and Taoist temples on Zhongnan Mountain, but it was the first time I heard that the mountain god was a goddess.

It stands to reason that listening to books is just for fun, either to pass the time or to broaden one's knowledge, and it is not a place for class discussions.

However, Zhang Jinwen is a person who likes to find out the roots, took this story seriously, and asked the storyteller in turn: "How do you know that Mrs. Li is the Nine Heavens Xuannu who is the fetus?" ”

The storyteller has always listened to what he says, and people believe what he says, and ordinary people ask him questions, that is, ask, what happened later? And then? What else?

When Zhang Jinwen asked this, she stopped him, and thought for a moment before answering: "The mountain people near Shilou Mountain know it!" There are also those who have been here for 300 years, and they can all testify! ”

Zhang Jinwen couldn't help but be happy again, and just wanted to speak, Zhu Qing rushed over and said, "You went on to say that Mrs. Li trampled General Qu under her feet just now, and what happened later?" How did General Qu get up? ”

"Yes, yes, yes, being trampled under the feet of a woman, you can't fight in this life!"

"Haha......"

Zhu Qing successfully turned everyone's attention back to the storyteller's story.

Zhang Jinwen was puzzled, looked at Zhu Qing, and found that Zhu Qing used her mouth shape to silence her.

It wasn't until the story was over and she returned to the inn room that Zhu Qing whispered to her: "Just now in the teahouse, someone was watching, and there were more than people all the way, I'm afraid we won't be able to go up the mountain quietly." ”

"Huh? Who is it? ”

"It's not like it's from the capital."

"Oh, if only I knew I wouldn't go to the teahouse."

"It's okay to go to the teahouse, but it's not okay to talk."

"So what now?"

"I'll keep watch with Senior Brother Zhufeng until dawn."

As long as it is not a well-trained army attacking, it is more than enough to deal with a dozen or twenty people with the kung fu of bamboo and bamboo.

Thousands of defenses, or can't prevent it.

Zhang Jinwen blamed herself a little: "It would be nice if I didn't come out." "Every time she wants to see her ancestor, she just leaves, and she never thinks about safety.

Zhu Feng said: "Jin'er, it's okay, you can save the day every time you come out, and there will definitely be nothing wrong this time." ”

Rare treasures, capable people and strange people, has always been the goal of the world to chase and snatch for themselves, and there are few who can protect themselves.

Zhang Jinwen is one of them.

The ancestor had long known that Zhang Jinwen was such a person, and at the beginning, he arranged four guards to protect Zhang Jinwen closely.

If Princess Pingyang Zhao is the patron saint of Shilou Mountain, then they are the patron saint of Zhang Jinwen in Zhuqing and Zhufeng.

Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock at the door.