Aoyama said happily, "Where is there a storyteller?"

"Don't worry, this son, there is a platform in front of here, and when the platform is set up, the storyteller will arrive. ”

Looking in the direction of the little second brother's finger, sure enough, there was a guy in front of us on the right who was setting up a platform, saying that it was a table, but it was just a table with a ruler on one side, and a carved screen was placed behind the table.

"Guest, what do you think ......?"

Qingshan and I looked at Master with hot eyes, and Master smiled, "Okay, you can go and prepare some refreshments." The little second brother answered and went downstairs.

Taking advantage of the free time to wait, I asked with some resentment, "Master, do you usually go down the mountain like this?"

Qingxu: "......"

Seeing that the master was stunned, I thought I probably said it, Qingshan was on the side with his eyes to give me a look, but he was in the way of the master is on the side, so this look made all the careful, low eyebrows between the eyes, so that the wind is also a little more lovely, at that time I didn't understand, and I put the words in my heart out and asked, when it was, I asked like this, I put on a more humble and teachable posture than usual and asked: "Master, you are so knowledgeable, may I ask if you have ever been to Qinglan Academy? Can you describe the apprentice?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "bang", and when he turned around, he saw that Qingshan was falling to the ground on all fours, and a foot still on the bench twitched a few times. I was a little surprised, stretched out my hand and shook the long bench that Qingshan had just sat on, it was very stable, and then I turned my face to look at the master, but I saw that the green tendons in the ear and temporal area of the master seemed to jump twice. At this moment, the second floor, which was originally a little idle, began to make some noise, and only smelled "pop!" The crowd began to fall silent. I followed the sound to see the storyteller in the gray shirt and said he was going to get up—"

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Heroes put on armor

Castle towers are battled and guarded by the city

The wind roars and shelters

What worries about the white-bladed and neck-locked

When will the beacon be closed?

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The wind is blowing and the north wind blows through

Wasted mounds

The willows flutter and the inscription stones

Heroes are immortal

......”

The storyteller opened the scene with a subdued tone, and said the last sentence, the left hand was "snapped" to stroke the ruler, and the right hand "snapped" at this moment and "Teng" to unfold the plain white twelve fracture fan, between the left and the right, quite a bit of momentum. When this momentum is sufficient, he begins to say that he will get up—

"Speaking of the bloody days many years ago, I am afraid that those of you can still remember that when King Mu, the two sons under him surrounded the palace with heavy troops, and the father and son should be together inside and outside, fighting in the nineteenth road, and the mourning inside and outside the palace was endless......

The battle has become clearer than before, and the king of Luo who is escorting in the city has run out of soldiers, but I heard that the king of Luo, who has been seriously injured, is carrying a full spear, and still leads the remnants of the army to fight desperately......"

When Mr. Storyteller talks about fighting on the battlefield, he is really eloquent, and he is drunk and obsessed with it, but he doesn't know that the King Luo, who was seriously injured but fought desperately, was actually my father. Until many days later, Aoyama and I discussed from time to time a few times about this battle against the enemy, such as whether it should be a fight to break the kettle, or whether to use the plan to relax the opponent's vigilance, and then come to a surprise back battle. It seems that Aoyama is happy to have a topic to debate and discuss to pass the time.

When the second brother served the second round of tea and snacks, Mr. Storyteller continued, "At three o'clock in the morning, the second son of King Mu led a strong army to start the last round of attack, intending to pry open the blockade of the inner city in one go. At this moment, in the mist, there was suddenly a girl in Tsing Yi who came from the mist, this woman was the niece of Lord Luo. Then he hurriedly repaired a blood book and handed it to Mu Zhe, the eldest son of King Mu, when Mu Zhe was breaking the palace gate, and when he knew about it and hurried away, the beautiful and lovely woman was gone...... Later, it was rumored that in a nunnery, it seemed that he had seen a young lady who had cut her hair to become a nun, but I didn't know if it was true or not......"

It turns out that this storyteller actually talked about my family affairs, which shows that state affairs are indeed connected to family affairs, and family affairs are also connected to state affairs. In the interval between my husband drinking tea and moistening his throat, I recalled the sister slightly, because she had only been to our house a few times, and I was young at the time, so I didn't remember my appearance much, but I vaguely remembered that this sister would smile when she saw me before. It turns out that she still has a secret affair in private, but it's a pity that in the end, such a good temperament turned out to be a bald girl, which shows that people can't be good-looking, and those who look gentle and lovely will also have a decisive temperament, and it can be seen that love affairs can't be easily touched.

The storyteller's voice was really much clearer after drinking half a cup of tea, and he continued, "The last round of attack of the Mu family finally broke through the gate of the palace. Since then, the hero has finally become a grave and buried in a lonely mountain. Right and wrong, merit and demerit, but leave it for posterity to say. The Luo Mu family was originally the most face-saving royal family in Beijing, but after this battle, the Luo family fell and the Mu family retreated. There is also a secret story in this, which is also strange to say, Shi Cai mentioned all kinds of hatred between the son of the Mu family and the niece of the Luo family, do you still know the second lady who married the Luo family palace many years ago?"

Qingxu frowned slightly, looking at Ah Jin, although she has always been strong, she is also a child who has lost her father, "Do you still want to continue listening?"

Qingshan heard Master's words on the side, thinking that Master was leaving, and immediately begged urgently, "Master, can you leave after listening to this scene?"

Unbeknownst to Qingshan, I said to Master, "It's just a story, it's true or false, where can't I hear it?"

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Mr. Storyteller saw that many people under the stage began to turn their heads and ears, and there was a lot of surprise on his face, he straightened his clothes, and said:

"In those years, the old man was still selling some calligraphy and paintings on the roadside, and some days when the households were all together, there were few people coming and going on the street, and the business was very light...... That's right, this is the second lady of Luofu in the future. On the appearance of these two ladies. If you look at it, you will always remember it...... How quiet is it? What is its beauty? The glow reflects the pond. What is the god of it? The moon shoots over the cold river. Pretty like the peach of three springs, pure like the chrysanthemum of nine autumns. This woman came to see a few calligraphy and paintings I hung on the bamboo curtain, looked very carefully, and remembered that she was wearing a light green dress, the fabric was something I had never seen, I don't know how much it was worth, and she wore a blue lotus jade short hairpin between her hair buns, which made the hibiscus face more stunning, and the short hairpin looked at although it was not how gorgeous, but the old man relied on his childhood in the pawn shop, and followed the court to do the next few years of his life, and he could see at a glance that the jade hairpin was really a masterpiece! The old man thought that a big guest had come, so he diligently took out the calligraphy and painting at the bottom of the box. Unexpectedly, this woman looked at it for a long time, but she didn't buy a calligraphy or painting. The old man was anxious and asked, 'Can't you see a single painting or calligraphy?' the woman said, 'I like two.' As soon as the old man heard that there was a play, he asked again, 'Then do you want to buy it?' The woman seemed a little surprised, 'I've seen them all, what's the fun of buying them again?' The old man was a little angry when he heard this, and said, 'If everybody looks at it like the girl for a long time and doesn't buy one, then all of us will starve to death in the streets.' The woman was a little puzzled, 'Will you starve to death if no one buys your calligraphy and paintings?' Before I could reply, the woman took off the green hairpin from her bun and put it in my hand, "Take it, it will probably fill your belly for a while." The audience at the bottom of the stage sighed, and then a few laughed and coaxed to see the hosta.

After hearing this, the storyteller smiled bitterly, dusted off his old gray robe to everyone, shook his head and sighed, "If there is really such a priceless precious hairpin, the old man does not have to beg for food from the guest officials so hard." The treasure was carefully collected by me at first, and I was reluctant to exchange it for silver, but then it disappeared, and I don't know whether it was lost or stolen. He sighed heavily, "It's probably because the old man doesn't have this wealth and blessing!" He took a sip of tea and continued to manage his own storytelling, "Anyway, the woman gave me the precious hairpin, and the old man didn't come back to his senses in shock, so the woman left, but she didn't take a single calligraphy or painting with her." Later, the old man inquired in many ways, but he didn't know who the woman was, but he knew that she later married King Luo, but after giving birth to a girl, she died ......

That girl is me. I lowered my head, my eyes sour, and I heard the story of my mother from the mouths of others, which made me feel both kind and sad. Seeing that Master was looking at me, I knew that Master saw that I was uncomfortable, so I pulled the corners of my mouth and smiled at him, pretending not to care, and said, "It turns out that my mother is so good-looking." ”

“...... You're a lot like your mother. ”

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The storyteller said with a solemn face, "Some people say that the red face is a thin life, but the old man thinks that the second lady is really not like a mortal. The old man's words are not unfounded, and everyone listens to me slowly," the storyteller paused, and continued, "It is said that back then, there were still some entanglements between the second lady of the Luo family and the prince of Namu, and I heard that when the prince of Namu was in Jiangnan, he met a stunning woman who was enjoying the scenery in Jiangnan at that time. Namu Wang Xu sighed that there was such a wonderful person in the world, so he didn't dare to go beyond the rules, just thinking that it would be good to meet this woman more, but he didn't know that this time he returned to Beijing, he actually missed his life! In just a few months, that woman became the second lady of Luowangfu......

"Time turned to the end of the war, everyone said that the Luo family has declined since then, and the Mu family also retreated at the time of the torrent, but I don't know the reason, it turns out that the Mu prince is also an infatuated, Leng is to find the bones of the second lady of the Luo family and hide it together, but when the coffin is opened, it is empty, and I don't know whether it was moved by the king of Naluo earlier, or for some other reason, but the coffin is empty but it is true. For this reason, the prince of Namu actually dug three feet into the ground in the entire Luo family tomb, just to find the woman's bones, but in the end he did not find it. Therefore, some people will also speculate in the future whether the cause of the previous war is somewhat related to the second lady who has been dead for many years......"