Nanfeng tried hard to recall, recalling the night when she was separated from Su Chen, the night when she escaped the horror of the mysterious person, what happened, but that memory was extremely messy, and she could only barely remember Su Chen's almost desperate cry: "Jiang Han, I want your life!"

Nanfeng's palms unconsciously clenched into a fist, and he simply closed his eyes and thought carefully. But she didn't think of anything but this picture.

Xizhou noticed the strangeness of the south wind and immediately became nervous. He called South Wind's name one after another, hoping to get a response.

But Nanfeng was like being frozen by some magic, and there was no superfluous movement, just a bean-sized cold sweat rolling out of his forehead.

Xizhou didn't think about it, and naturally held Nanfeng's hand. His fingers were cold, almost no warmth, and when he touched his cheeks and forehead again, he found a little warmth that a person should have: "What's wrong with you?

Nanfeng was teased by Xizhou, and finally regained some consciousness: "No...... It's okay......"

"How can you be okay?

Xizhou actually paid attention to whether other people's faces were good-looking, but he didn't know that he himself was the one who was sick, miserable, and especially worthy of care.

After forcing himself to think about it for a long time, but he didn't find any other information, Nanfeng finally gave up, pushed Xizhou's hand away, pulled out a smile, and said, "I remembered some other things, which don't seem to matter." ”

Su Chen doesn't want her anymore, so the memory that belongs to Su Chen alone, of course, doesn't matter.

But Xizhou didn't believe it, and said: "Don't hide it from me if you have something on your mind, I can ......"

He wanted to speak, but he stopped.

Nanfeng blinked and tilted his head to look at him.

"I can ......," he stumbled.

He finally failed to figure out what he could do for the south wind, and the light in his eyes dimmed suddenly, as if a fire had just been lit, because of a cold rain, poof, extinguished.

Nanfeng finally realized that the little scholar he had just met cherished and cared about her far beyond her cognition.

Nanfeng took advantage of the fact that the "fire" was still warm, and hurriedly tried to dispel his doubts, showed a smiling face, and said: "What kind of heart do you have for no reason? I don't have anything, but I suddenly feel that the name you mentioned is a little familiar." ”

Xizhou looked at Nanfeng for a while, and was sure that she had nothing else weird, so he breathed a sigh of relief. However, his worries were so strong that they couldn't be eliminated for a long time, and the wrinkles on the tips of his eyebrows couldn't be calmed down for a long time.

"Smack!" A startling crisp sound shook Nanfeng's temples. As the storyteller was talking about the most wonderful part, his eyebrows fluttered, and a startled voice caused a burst of cheers from the audience. People laughed, clapped their hands, or shook their heads, indulging in it, as if Mr. Guo was not telling General Guo's story, but their own.

The storyteller's voice was raised high, and his hands danced, and he said: "General Guo has changed his body, claiming to be a veterinarian who was forcibly conscripted into the city, and has escaped the pursuit of the rebels. He took the opportunity to treat the horses and blatantly wandered around the rebel camp for three days at a time. ”

"It's only three days, isn't it three months?" someone questioned in the audience.

The storyteller said unhurriedly: "Among the two armies, time is pressing, if it is really delayed for three months, how can we send a war report?"

The audience nodded, convinced.

The storyteller said, "Don't underestimate these three days. In the past three days, the general was not idle, he quickly mingled with the rebels, and even got acquainted with a rebel general and got a lot of information. Later, General Guo thought that the time on the battlefield was fateful, and it could not be delayed, and the situation of the rebels in Qingzhou must also be reported as soon as possible, so what should we do?"

The audience listened energetically, but the storyteller deliberately sold the guanzi, and stopped talking at the most critical moment, and instead took the tea bowl on the table and drank water.

The audience became agitated and shouted, "Hurry up!" and "And then?" and "What the hell should I do?"

The storyteller moistened his throat, coughed lightly, calculated that people's emotions were at a climax, and said: "This history, but the little old man searched countless classics to find it, it is absolutely genuine, and other storytellers don't know at all." In this case, Xiao Lao'er might as well sell a pass, please guess what method the general used to escape from Qingzhou. ”

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

The storyteller was not in a hurry, but only slowly induced, saying, "Please speak freely." ”

"Kidnapped the rebel generals, and then rushed out of the enemy camp!"

But it was quickly rejected by the other listeners: "You are stupid, isn't this exposed!" "Yes, yes, there is obviously a chance to sneak out, wouldn't you be certain to die if you make such a fuss?" "That's it! I heard that the rebels are not all bandits who have no skills, they also have good skills, and they can kill hundreds of people in one breath without breathing!"

The listener who had just put forward his guess was scolded by the people, unwillingly, and muttered in a low voice: "General Guo's miraculous skills are world-renowned, how can he not rush out?"

When someone heard this, they wanted to refute it, but they were shouted at by the storyteller, so they gave up.

"He can't be a refuge, right?" someone beckoned.

There was a long "boo" from the crowd in disdain for the man's speculation.

An audience member said: "The general of the people is a god descending from heaven, how could he come up with such an idea as 'drilling a dog hole'?"

"Who said that the dog hole was drilled? I said that the Escape Technique, the Escape Technique is good!"

"Isn't that the same?"

It sounds different, but "retreat" and "drilling dog holes" mean the same thing in the hearts of the people of the Yi Dynasty.

More than ten years ago, there was a guard in the Yi Dynasty who was besieged by the enemy, and could not lead the soldiers to break through from the main gate openly. The next day, his head was hung on a banner by the enemy. The enemy also laughed at all the generals in the city, who knew nothing but "retreat".

Fortunately, Guo Yongning led his troops to relieve the siege, which saved the city. But the "allusion" of the "Escape Technique" has been passed down so shamefully.

The listeners were a little annoyed at the thought of this old incident, and they cast angry glances at the listeners who had just spoken, as if that person had insulted not only their god of war and idol, but also themselves.

It turns out that listening to books also requires attitude, and your own idol is the best, and she doesn't accept any refutation.

When his guests were about to turn from bickering to fighting, the storyteller stopped their extremist behavior in time with a crisp startling wood: "Hugh!