In the blink of an eye, August 13 is about to be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Before Zhu Hao entered the palace, Jiang Lun once said that he could also get the gifts of the palace when he read the festival, but the festival was about to arrive, but the gifts were gone, and it may not be known until the day he went home.

In the past few days, Sui Gongyan has rarely appeared, and he has not even entered the palace much, but whenever Sui Gongyan is not in the palace, Zhu San and Zhu Si will come to the school to study with Zhu Hao, Jing Hong, and Lu Bing, and Zhu Hao still plays the role of "Mr. Zhu".

"You can go back early tomorrow."

Lu Song brought the news.

At this time, it was August 13, after school ended, Zhu Hao and Jing Hong sat under the grape trellis erected in the dormitory courtyard and set up a table to play chess.

A guard came over to take a look, probably knowing how to get off, but after looking at it for a while, he felt bored and left by himself, only Lu Song stood aside and stared at it for a long time.

Zhu Hao actually wanted to ask, Lao Lu, can you see a flower on this chessboard?

Hearing this, Jing Hong raised his head and asked, "When will you leave the house tomorrow?" ”

"It's going to be afternoon...... When will I leave, I will go over and inform you, and then I will go out of the palace with you. ”

Lu Song's main task recently is to keep an eye on the school, after all, Zhu San and Zhu Si are both studying here, and Lu Song doesn't seem to be the little prince's personal guard, but he will show his face next to Zhu Hao from time to time.

Zhu Hao smiled and said, "You can go home again, and by the way, let's see how my bookstore is doing...... Hey, you should have a good holiday. ”

Jing Hong cast an envious gaze.

Zhu Hao achieved financial freedom at a young age, and he was still suffering from the constraints of his family, he couldn't understand why Zhu Hao had money to do business, and he was running very well.

Zhu Hao's words were actually said to Lu Song, wanting to attract the other party to join the shares.

Lu Song didn't squeak and left the courtyard to arrange the security work of the palace at night.

"I'm going to listen to the book tonight, it's up to you whether to go or not."

Zhu Hao's words made Jing Hong instantly excited.

It seems that it doesn't matter whether the finances are free or not, and being able to hang out with them is the greatest convenience given by Zhu Hao.

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The next morning.

It was Zhu Si's turn not to appear, Zhu San came to the courtyard of the school house alone, Zhu Hao asked briefly only to learn that Sui Gongyan did not enter the palace that day, but Zhu Si had other things to do.

Zhu Hao didn't ask Zhu Si why he went, what do you do, does it have anything to do with me studying with me and lurking in the palace, and waiting for the dragon in the future?

"Zhu Hao, I heard that there is a storytelling field outside, but it is lively, there are many people who go to listen to books every day, let's go and have a look together at noon today? It seems to be just west of the palace......"

Even Zhu San heard about the grand occasion of the bookstore.

Jing Hong was stunned, he wanted to say, in fact, the bookstore was opened by Zhu Hao, but he couldn't help it, it's better for Zhu Hao to say this kind of thing, if Zhu Hao doesn't want to say that he is too talkative, Zhu Hao is not satisfied with him, how about not taking him out to listen to books in the future?

"Hey, I'm not a wild kid running around outside, I'm reading to you in the palace...... If I take you out of the palace without permission, the sin will be great, maybe Mr. Yuan will be angry and drive me away directly. ”

Of course, Zhu Hao would not agree to Zhu San's request.

Zhu San grimaced: "Why are you so cowardly and afraid?" I think you're heroic. ”

Timid?

Heroism?

I'm sorry, but the agitation didn't work for me.

Jinghong said: "Actually, you don't have to listen to ......"

What he originally wanted to say was that the books in the bookstore outside were all written by Zhu Hao, so wouldn't it be over if Zhu Hao talked about it? But after he said it, he regretted it again, betraying Zhu Hao was definitely not a good choice.

"What do you mean?"

Zhu San looked at Jing Hong, who didn't have a strong sense of existence, "Do you want me to invite the storyteller back and tell me alone?" Do I have that much face? ”

Jing Hong subconsciously glanced at Zhu Hao, as if to say, there is a ready-made storyteller sitting here, don't you just look for him?

But he knew each other very well this time, so he turned around and returned to his place directly, picked up the book and shook his head to read, as if he hadn't heard Zhu San's question.

Zhu Hao said angrily: "Xiao Jingzi means that in fact, I know all the commentaries on the books outside, and you don't need to go out of the palace, just listen to my stories." ”

Jing Hong's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhu Hao in disbelief, as if to say, why do you call me "Xiao Jingzi"?

"Really?"

Zhu San's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and he looked at Zhu Hao happily.

"Fake." Zhu Hao said.

Zhu San's eyes narrowed, and the upper string instantly turned into the lower string: "Trick me?" ”

"Hehehehehe......"

Jing Hong didn't care about the change in Zhu Hao's title, and covered his mouth and secretly had fun.

Zhu Hao said: "It's okay to listen to the story if you want to, but you must study carefully in the morning, and I will take an exam at noon, and if you pass, I will tell you." ”

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There are stories to listen to, which is a huge motivation for Zhu San to learn, with her intelligence, as long as she works hard, the potential is endless.

Together with Jing Hong, he wanted to continue to listen to the story of "Shuo Yue", especially to make up for the parts he didn't listen to, and the learning atmosphere set off by the two of them drove Lu Bing, Lu Bing, the little guy, actually took a book and memorized "The Analects" there, it seemed to be the same, only Zhu Hao sat alone in the window position and continued to write and paint.

"Mr. Zhu, what you taught, we have all learned, let's take the exam."

When it was close to noon, Zhu San stood in front of Zhu Hao with confidence, just like a student waiting for the school examination in front of the teacher.

Zhu Hao nodded and said, "Look at your intentions, you don't need to take the test today, sit down...... You're not going to eat? ”

Zhu San said: "What to eat?" Just eat the story as a meal. ”

"Uh-huh." Lu Bing nodded.

Even Jinghong seems to feel that listening to stories is much more important than eating.

The three "good students" all moved their futons over, sat down and waited to listen to the story, Zhu Hao said: "I'll tell you a story, talk about the ...... in the Northern Song Dynasty"

As soon as Jing Hong came up, he interrupted Zhu Hao's words: "Isn't it the Southern Song Dynasty?" ”

Zhu Hao said: "Do you want to hear about the Southern Song Dynasty? Well, I'll tell you a story about the Southern Song Dynasty, which is the end of the Southern Song Dynasty......"

"Mistaken, right? It was the early years of the Southern Song Dynasty...... Why don't you start talking about it at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty. Jing Hong corrected again.

At this time, Zhu San was dissatisfied, glared at Jing Hong and said, "Is it you or he is talking?" Kyoko-chan, why do you talk so much nonsense? Listen to the story! ”

Jing Hong realized that he was only a supporting role today, and as an audience, he was not qualified to point out Zhu Hao, a storyteller.

Zhu Hao said with a smile: "What I tell you is not the story of Yue's army, but a brand new story, it is said that during the Southern Song Dynasty and Ningzong, in a place called Niujiazhuang in the south of the Yangtze River, there were two families living in seclusion here, one surnamed Guo and the other surnamed Yang ......."

Since Zhu Hao wants to tell stories to children, of course he can't tell "Saying Yue", which is a book for listening to books, and the stories that attract children are, of course, the best stories of the chivalrous people in the rivers and lakes.

The three children listened with wide eyes, and the beginning of the story had a fierce conflict that captured their hearts at once.

It was "Shooting the Condor".

"Qiu Chuji is a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, he is the highest martial arts existence among the seven sons of Quanzhen, and he is also the head of the Quanzhen Sect in the future, when he learned that the two families were killed, he returned to Niujiazhuang non-stop, but unfortunately it was too late......"

Zhu San's face was sad: "How can this be? Zhu Hao, your story is not good, why do you want to ruin your family? ”

"That...... Can you not disturb Zhu Hao? I want to know what happened next......" Jing Hong was leisurely fascinated, completely forgetting Zhu San's identity.

Zhu Hao said: "The protagonist of the story, is not this generation, but the next generation, I want to say, is the children of two families, they each grew up in different environments, one followed his mother, was deceived into remarrying the sixth prince of the Jin Kingdom who ruined their family, Wanyan Honglie, and the other was born on the grassland, they agreed according to the deceased father, one was named Kang, but because his mother remarried, he could only call Yan Kang, and the other was called Guo Jing......"

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The story continues.

Before I knew it, it was already past noon, and Zhu San and Lu Bing didn't go back to the inner courtyard to eat, so Lu Song came over to check the situation.

But seeing a few children sitting there, listening to Zhu Hao's story, Lu Song frowned and asked, "You guys...... Don't you go back? ”

Zhu San didn't look back, raised his hand to interrupt Lu Song's words: "Lu Dianzhan, don't disturb Zhu Hao to tell the story, the story he told is good...... Zhu Hao, does that Hua Zheng like Guo Jing very much? But Guo Jing is so stupid with elm pimples, how can he be likable? ”

Lu Song was speechless when he heard this.

What's the same thing?

Zhu Hao ignored Zhu San's questioning, got up and asked, "Lu Dianzhan, did you inform us that we can leave the palace?" ”

"Not yet."

Lu Song persuaded him with good words, "Shizi, Xiao Bing, you should go back to the inner courtyard to eat, Young Master Zhu and Young Master Jing also have to hurry up and go to the cafeteria, it's late and there is no lunch......"

Zhu San pouted and said, "You won't die if you're hungry...... Zhu Hao, talk about it quickly. ”

Zhu Hao didn't continue, but looked at Lu Song.

Lu Song was speechless for a while when he saw Zhu San's enthusiastic appearance, and when he turned his head to look at his son, he found that his son was also staring at Zhu Hao, his face full of fanaticism.

In the end, he simply sat aside and waited, he wanted to know, what kind of story did Zhu Hao tell to make a few children not go to lunch?

Isn't it those old-fashioned folk tales that can also appeal to children almost to the point of madness?

But when Lu Song himself listened to it, he realized that the story was ......

It's really fascinating.

Even an adult like him can't help but substitute into it and enter the ups and downs of the martial arts world.

Lu Bing is a martial artist, and he was originally interested in the stories of martial artists, coupled with the ups and downs of the story, he knew the essence of martial arts novels, so much so that after listening to it for a long time, Lu Song forgot what he was here for.

“…… Eighteen years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Guo Jing has grown into an eighteen-year-old young man, and he is ...... with the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan."

"It's six monsters, isn't it one dead?"

Zhu San's head was nimble, and he immediately corrected it.

Jing Hong said: "The seven monsters are a title, they are a whole, you know that just one is dead...... Listen to Zhu Hao. ”

Zhu San glared at Jing Hong with a pout, didn't care about his mouth, and continued to listen to the story.

"Guo Jing was ordered by the master to go south first, this is also the first time Guo Jing went far away, he has no experience, he feels that everywhere is very fresh, especially the prosperity of the Central Plains amazes him, at this time, he met a little beggar, although this little beggar is in rags, but his lips are red and his teeth are white......"