"Yang Jiajiang" She Taijun finished speaking, during the intermission, the teahouse maids walked around together, adding water to the customers to send food, beating their backs and playing fans, some of the customers left, and some of them released water halfway to wait for the new express book "The Legend of the West Chamber" in the second half.

Mr. Storyteller returned to the study, quickly browsed the full text of "The Story of the West Chamber", forcibly memorized those beautiful poems, and repeated them several times, but they were exactly the same, which made Yue Heng greatly admired.

The storyteller smiled embarrassedly: "If the old man's memory is not good, he can't eat this bowl of rice!"

Yue Heng smiled: "Also, brother, I heard the reward just now, I believe that Mr. also found out, right?"

Mr. Storyteller nodded, and Yue Heng smiled more sincerely: "Try to please them, please sir!"

"Old decay is the best at pleasing the audience, do you still need to teach this?" Mr. Storyteller rarely let go, quipped, put away these good things, and walked out of the study.

Yue Heng also left, pretending to be a teahouse boy, and found an opportunity to hide next to the VIP teahouse, looking at the silhouette of the fiery clouds, and sighed in his heart for a long time.

Mr. Storyteller quickly went through the outline story of "The Legend of the West Chamber" several times in his heart, and slowly gained confidence, and after the preparation, he boasted that he could say that he was seven or eight points similar.

He snapped and knocked on the waking wood, and said with full of anger: "Ask what is the love in the world, and teach people to live and die! All the officials, now and with the old age, travel to a dynasty that does not exist - the Tang Dynasty, and witness the west and carriage of the poor scholar Zhang Junrui and Miss Xiangguo Cui Yingying. Love!"

The beginning is a compilation of the word by Mr. Storyteller. It hasn't gone through too much scrutiny and polishing. It doesn't sound as flashy and pompous as other classic scripts, but the content is quite appealing.

The first sentence quotes the most popular poem "Touching the Fish-Yanqiu Ci" in the Zhongyuan world, which instantly attracted people's attention, and then threw out the synopsis of the story, the love story of the poor scholar and Miss Xiangguo.

The story of the prince and Cinderella, the poor scholar and the princess, the couple story of the status bounty is always the most exciting, and it has remained unchanged for thousands of years. The whole teahouse was very quiet, and people all pricked up their ears to listen.

"Ah......h

She looked left and right, only to see Jing Rong'er listening to the story with her cheeks held up stupidly, and several guards didn't put their minds here.

Huo Zhiyun's heart was beating very hard, because of the word Tang Dynasty, she had heard it in Yue Heng's mouth, and she and Yue Heng discussed poetry and poetry, literature and art. Yue Heng inadvertently revealed this word, and she asked coquettishly. was prevaricated by Yue Heng, but he still remembered this interesting dynasty.

Now, the word "Tang Dynasty" jumped out of the mouth of a storyteller, how could she not make her heart skip a beat?

"Is the poor scholar Zhang Junrui alluding to yourself? Miss Xiangguo Cui Yingying said it, but me? Yue Gongzi, is this really a new story you wrote? Yue Gongzi ......" Huo Zhiyun's heart was confused, fidgeting, and while reluctant to give up this new story, he wanted to find Yue Heng as soon as possible.

“...... Zhang Gongzi secretly saw Cui Yingying, who was pouring the face of the country, burning incense, and couldn't bear the thoughts in his heart, and couldn't help but chant poetry: 'The moonlight dissolves at night, and the flowers are lonely and lonely. How to come to the bright and not see the people in the moon'. As soon as this poem came out, I saw that the heavens and the earth changed color, and a huge Fuxi breath fell from the sky, disturbing Cui Yingying in contemplation. Yingying is also the daughter of a talented person who is difficult to find in the world, and then echoed a song: 'Lan Boudoir has been lonely for a long time, and she has nothing to do to spend her spring. Those who are expected to do groaning should sigh with pity. 'The two looked at each other and saw the friendship in their eyes, but unfortunately they were ashamed to part quickly because of secular teachings......

Mr. Storyteller just finished saying this paragraph, Yue Heng almost couldn't hold back his laughter, how did this become the Zhongyuan World version of "The Legend of the West Chamber", according to what he said, the poor scholar Zhang Junrui is estimated to activate the Divine Palace in the story, continuously improve his literary position, and finally become a high-level literati.

However, it is also important to adapt to the situation, meet the needs of the market, and cater to the preferences of the audience.

The hero and heroine in the story have just tested each other's friendship, and before they even pull their little hands, the teahouse applauded again and again, and the sound of rewards continued.

"Okay! Listen to the pleasure!

"Ten taels of silver!

"Sir is talented, the poetry is good, the story is even better!

Most of the people who listened to the books in the teahouse were not wealthy, and it was already very good to be able to give a reward of ten taels of silver, and the storyteller just rested for a while, and his eyes moved to the two female VIPs, and sure enough, he saw the girl in red raise her hand, and the big teapot immediately ran over, and excitedly shouted: "The distinguished guest will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver again!"

The audience was in an uproar, and when they looked sideways, they saw these two extremely beautiful and generous girls, as well as the guards beside them, who could only glance with envy and jealousy, and did not dare to raise their blasphemy.

Seeing that Jing Rong'er raised her hand and rewarded a thousand taels of silver, Huo Zhiyun frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Rong'er, is it really okay to do this?"

Jing Rong'er asked stupidly: "Xiaoyun, do you think Yingying can really be with Zhang Gongzi? I'm so worried that she will end up with a miserable ......."

Seeing that Jing Rong'er was too deep in the play, Huo Zhiyun was helpless, so he could only comfort him with good words.

The storyteller continued, and the teahouse immediately fell silent.

However, the following story is bleak and tragic, the rebel Sun Feihu led 5,000 men and horses to rob Cui Yingying, the martyr Cui Yingying would rather die than obey, the old lady spoke, no matter who can retreat from the enemy army, he can marry Miss, Zhang Junrui moved to the rescue to fight off Sun Feihu, but unfortunately the old lady Cui finally repented and forced Zhang Gongzi and Cui Yingying to become brothers and sisters.

As soon as this scene was finished, there was a lot of angry scolding in the teahouse, and some people even stood up and scolded Mr. Storyteller for being shameless, causing everyone to echo it, and almost everyone forgot that they were in the storyline.

Jing Rong'er's tears were about to fall, her eyes were filled with tears, her hands were tightly squeezing Huo Zhiyun's hand, and the fire Zhiyun pinched her nails hurt softly, but she was unaware of it.

Jing Rong'er choked up and read: "Why is Old Madam Cui so ruthless, why does she regret it, and why does she let lovers who love each other become brothers and sisters...... Whining...... It's too much......"

Huo Zhiyun woke up from being stabbed by his nails, and was about to remind Jing Rong'er that this was just a story, when he suddenly thought of the environment in which Jing Rong'er lived, and opened his mouth, unable to persuade him.

Cui Xiangguo in the story of "The Legend of the West Chamber" has the same status as Jing Shijian, the governor of the navy, and Jing Rong'er also has a particularly strong grandmother, almost the same personality as Mrs. Cui.

So it was easy for Jing Rong'er to substitute herself and attach Cui Yingying's fate to herself, and she could hardly break free.

Huo Zhiyun was a little worried. (To be continued.) )