It's almost time.

The night is getting darker.

The lights of the thousands of homes in Fuyang City became brighter and brighter from this moment on.

On the bustling streets, there are more and more people dragging their families to play.

There is a faint trend of people following one after another.

Time.

The cries of the street vendors became louder and louder.

The children's laughter grew louder and louder.

The soft voices of the ladies became more and more crisp and pleasant.

The voices of scholars and talented people chanting poems are also becoming louder and more audible.

Thousands of people and thousands of words gradually converged into a strong atmosphere of fireworks in the world.

constantly washed away the remnants of the dark breath in Xu Yi's heart.

On the bustling street, in front of the mutton stall in the water basin.

After a bowl of mutton in a basin of water, two steaming Hu cakes and three glasses of turbid wine.

Xu Yi suddenly felt a warm feeling of comfort pouring out of his whole body, but he couldn't explain it.

It was as if the depression and gloom of the past few days had been washed away by the thick and pervasive smell of fireworks in the world.

'Whew~! ，

Xu Yi got up slowly, exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and then said goodbye to Li Shixin.

The journey was not long.

Yang Xian'an, who followed closely, frowned and looked at the street in front of him.

Perhaps because the New Year is approaching, there are many people on the streets ahead.

If there is an accident here.

No matter how strong the martial arts of the Asking Heart Baiwei and the Red Heart Guard are.

Even if you can't get through the crowded streets in the shortest amount of time, it's hard to get through the crowded streets.

That's what I think about.

Yang Xian'an couldn't help but speed up his pace.

"Sixth Master, there are too many people."

"Let's find a place to rest for a while."

Yang Xian'an walked quickly to Xu Yi's side and asked with a worried face.

"Okay."

Xu Yi gradually paused when he heard this.

Although he is clearly surrounded by several consciences, he is closely protected.

But seeing Yang Xian'an's worried face, he finally nodded slightly in agreement.

"Sixth Master, what do you think of that teahouse?"

Yang Xian'an couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then raised his hand and pointed to a teahouse not far away.

Xu Yi looked in the direction of Yang Xian'an's finger, and saw that the teahouse signboard was called a teahouse.

"A teahouse? It's a lot of fun."

Xu Yi couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this, and then walked towards a teahouse.

A moment later.

Xu Yi and Yang Xian'an walked through layers of crowds and finally arrived at a teahouse, in front of the door.

"Guest officer, please."

As soon as Xu Yi and Yang Xian'an arrived at the door of the teahouse, a young man flicked the cloth and walked up quickly.

"Guest, do you think we are in the lobby or in the private room?"

The young man followed closely beside Xu Yi and greeted him with enthusiasm on his face.

"Is there a private room on the second floor?"

Xu Yi looked around quietly, and when he saw that the lobby was already overcrowded, he asked.

"Yes, yes, guest officer, please upstairs, upstairs, please."

The young man's smile became more and more enthusiastic when he heard this, so he nodded again and again.

"Okay."

Xu Yi nodded slightly when he heard this, and then followed the young man towards the third floor of the teahouse in a hurry.

'Bang~! ，

"Drink!"

Just as Xu Yifang walked to the stairs on the second floor, a crisp sound suddenly came from the lobby on the first floor. ….

This was followed by an old but extraordinarily bold drink.

Xu Yi paused slightly when he heard this, then stood beside the stairs on the second floor and looked down slightly.

I saw a three-foot high platform in the lobby of the teahouse, and a man with gray hair was sitting at the end

Mai man.

With a fan in one hand and a startled wood in the other, he looked energetically at the middle-aged man dressed as the shopkeeper at the counter of the teahouse.

"Who is this?"

Xu Yi looked slightly sideways at the teahouse guy next to him, and said with a little curiosity.

"The guest officer doesn't know."

"The person in the audience is surnamed Hu, and his name is noble."

"Among the three major storytellers in our Frustrated Yang City, Mr. Hu ranks first."

"And the most important thing is that Mr. Hu will not be long after he returns from Chang'an City."

"At least ninety percent of this full house of guests came for Mr. Hu."

When the teahouse guy heard this, he enthusiastically introduced it with pride on his face.

"Oh?"

Xu Yi looked down again when he heard this.

I saw the shopkeeper of the teahouse in brocade clothes walking towards Mr. Hu Changgui with two jars of wine on his face with a smile on his face.

[In view of the general environment, "Guest officer, do you think you should be arranged to be in the No. 1 private room of Tianzi?"

Seeing that Xu Yi seemed to be quite interested, the guy in the teahouse raised his hand and pointed at the right time.

"Yes."

Xu Yi looked in the direction of the teahouse guy's finger, and then nodded slightly in agreement.

The so-called Tianzi No. 1 private room is the best place in the whole tea house.

The lobby has a panoramic view.

Outside the building can be seen fireworks.

Dozens of breaths later.

Xu Yi and Yang Xian'an sat down in the No. 1 private room of Tianzi.

"Guest officer, what do you want to drink, the shop has good ......."

After Xu Yi and Yang Xian'an sat upright, the teahouse guy introduced enthusiastically again.

"Two pots of good tea, and a few signature dim sum."

Without waiting for the teahouse guys to come one by one, Xu Yi interrupted with a slight wave of his hand.

"Okay, wait a minute."

Seeing Xu Yi once again set his eyes on the three-foot high platform in the lobby, the teahouse guy quickly retreated.

'Bang! ，

The teahouse guy Fang Yi exited the private room.

On the three-foot platform below, Mr. Hu Changgui, a storyteller, drank half a jar of wine, and then slapped the wood again.

The lobby of the huge teahouse has been completely quiet since then.

"I said in the last book."

"His Royal Highness King Yan uses iron-blooded means."

"Cast the Quartet Jingguan to shake the night."

"Then countless businessmen rushed to help the victims outside the city."

"The catastrophe in Guanzhong can be solved in the near future."

"Now! The book picks up!"

'Bang! ，

Hu Changgui held the shocking wood in his hand and slapped it again.

At the same time, his originally heroic expression instantly became full of sentimentality.

Seeing this, the old tea guests in the audience knew that something must have happened.

I couldn't help but cheer up for a while.

The lobby of the huge teahouse fell into a dead silence again.

"Ah~!"

The startled sound gradually dissipated, and a sigh full of vicissitudes slowly spit out from Hu Changgui's mouth.

"The roof leak happened to rain overnight, and the boat was late and encountered a headwind."

"The hemp rope is broken in detail, and the bad luck is only for the miserable." ….

"On the fifteenth day of the lunar month, Chang'an has changed!"

"The howling cold wind is urging people to grow old!"

Hu Changgui raised the wine jar with a sad face and drank again.

'Lao Hu, a straight lady thief, don't sell it! Hurry up! What's wrong with the howling cold wind! ，

'That's it! Sell less! Hurry up and say it! ，

'What's going on on the fifteenth day of the lunar month, hurry up and say, the master is happy to hear and rewarded. ，

'Man! Take a pot of fine tea and send it to Lao Hu, so as not to get drunk for a while! ，

The lobby of the teahouse, which was originally alone, instantly became chaotic with Hu Changgui's pause.

What's more, constantly

The ground threw copper plates, broken silver, and other objects toward the three-foot high platform.

On the second floor, Tianzi No. 1 private room.

Xu Yi chuckled and shook his head, and then took out a few silver needles from the hem of his sleeve.

He never expected that one day he would become the master of the storyteller's mouth.

"Sixth Master, what do you see?"

Seeing this, Yang Xian'an glanced at Hu Changgui, who was still drinking alcohol downstairs, and then asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt to hear it."

Xu Yi chuckled and shook his head, and then pulled several silver needles from the teapot, teacup, and dim sum, checked, and retrieved.

'Bang! ，

He retracted the silver pin into the hem of the sleeve.

On the three-foot-high platform in the lobby of the teahouse, a crisp sound of wood came again.

See here.

Xu Yi picked up a cup of tea and looked at it again with interest.

The lobby of the tea house, on a three-foot high platform.

Hu Changgui patted the stunned wood, and then looked around again with a sad face.

Wait for the noise to subside.

After the teahouse was silent again.

Hu Changgui threw away the shocking wood in his hand, and his straight back instantly collapsed.

Immediately, the voice full of firmness and sorrow resounded in the teahouse again.

"On the fifteenth day of the lunar month, Chang'an has changed."

"A howling cold wind rises from nowhere, pointing straight at the victims."

"Under the howling cold wind, countless tents flew into the sky."

"Countless victims have lost their last haven."

"Countless old and infirm women and children have completely closed their eyes in this cold wind."

"This closure is a lifetime."

"Mingming...... Obviously, the disaster relief materials that His Royal Highness King Yan had worked so hard to get have already arrived outside the city."

"Mingming...... It only takes a day or two more to hold on, and the better days will come."

"Unfortunately, the thief doesn't want adult beauty."

"One can imagine how desperate the old and weak women and children who froze to death in the cold wind were before they died."

"One can imagine the despair in the hearts of the victims who are still struggling in front of the Cold Wind Ghost Gate!"

"Miss me for a great week! Miss me! How can it become a purgatory on earth! What a point!"

The lobby of the teahouse, on the three-foot high platform.

Hu Changgui stood up with a sad face on his face, and asked loudly.

However.

In the huge teahouse, there is no one to solve its puzzles.

More than ten years later.

Hu Changgui sighed deeply, and then slowly spoke again: "Just when the outside of Chang'an City is about to become a ghost!"

"His Royal Highness King Yan! He's coming!"

"Kyung Zhao Yin is here! The master of the third class and the six houses of Jingzhao Mansion, the wardens, and the officials are all here!" ….

"Even if they've been working all day during the day!"

"But when the victims of the disaster are crying out that the heavens should not be right, and that the earth is not spiritual."

"They supported their sleepy bodies, fought their spirits, braved the cold wind and walked out of the warm mansion! Rushed out of the city!"

"All night, up to our Royal Highness King Yan! Go down to the officials of Jingzhao Mansion!"

"No one stopped, no one complained!"

"And because of their presence."

"It was only the cold wind that took more than 4,000 lives in the end!"

"Xu is the house leak happened to rain overnight, and Xu is the boat was late and encountered a head wind."

"Xu is a hemp rope that picks the finest parts, and Xu is bad luck who picks the hard-working!"

"Just when everyone thought that the storm would pass and everything would be fine."

"The thief is like a thief who does not die, and then make trouble!"

"This accident almost took away our Royal Highness King Yan."

"Ah~~!"

The words fell.

Hu Changgui is deep

With a deep sigh, he sat down behind the desk again, slapped a jar of wine with his big hand, and then drank it again.

In this way, it is really anxious for the audience.

'Say! Also drink! Why don't you drink to death! ，

'Old Hu, numbness! Hurry up! Don't sell it! ，

'Drink when it's time to drink!' If you do this again, I won't give you a cheer in the future! ，

'Old Hu, hurry up! What is the change, what happened to His Royal Highness King Yan! ，

"Yes, hurry up, how is His Royal Highness King Yan?" ，

'You want to kill someone, you! Give two taels of silver! Is it enough! ，

'Not enough for me here!' I'm in a hurry to go out today, and everything on my body is for you! ，

'Count me in, I'll give two or two, hurry up!' ，

For a while, countless copper plates and broken silver poured into the three-foot high platform like flowing water.

On the second floor, Tianzi No. 1 private room.

Xu Yi looked at Hu Changgui, who seemed to be drinking water, but in fact, his eyes kept glancing at Hu Changgui who was broken silver on the stage.

He shook his head with a bit of a smile.

"One day, with a knife in hand, you will kill all the broken dogs in the world."

Xu Yi took a sip of tea, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he muttered in a low voice with a look of nostalgia.

"Sixth Master?"

"Do you want your subordinates to go and ......?"

Yang Xian'an was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then raised his arm seriously to wipe his neck.

"No, no."

Xu Yi was slightly stunned when he saw this, and then chuckled and waved his hand again and again.

He doesn't want to let a person die because of a word of remembrance.

What's more, to a certain extent, the person in the audience can be regarded as spreading fame for him.

"Yes."

When Yang Xian'an heard this, the killing intent in his heart instantly disappeared, and he replied respectfully.

......

......

The lobby of the tea house, on a three-foot high platform.

As everyone knows, Hu Changgui, who had just shaken a punch from the Ghost Gate, saw that there was already a lot of money on the stage.

Then he was shocked again.

"Ah~!"

Hu Changgui sighed with vicissitudes of life and said, "It's not that the old man covets your money, and it's not that the old man is addicted to alcohol."

"It's really a matter of the future, every time I think about it, I feel deep pain in my heart!"

"You guest officers don't know anything, what happened later is really sad for the listeners and tears for the hearrs." ….

"That's it! No more nonsense! Ladies and gentlemen, let's continue!"

The words fell.

'Bang! , a crisp sound.

Hu Changgui wiped away a handful of non-existent tears, and then said sadly again: "After all, the sky did not give His Royal Highness King Yan and the victims of Guanzhong enough time!"

"Just when everyone is waiting with hope for His Royal Highness King Yan to come to the rescue."

"Yesterday's out-of-town heating has been distributed."

"And with the power of the merchant alone, it is impossible to get a large amount of heating in the shortest possible time."

"What is it that a good woman is difficult to cook without rice? This is!"

"I don't know what kind of mood His Royal Highness King Yan is in when he returns to Jingzhao Mansion."

"The old man only knows that His Royal Highness King Yan at that time must be as desperate and helpless as the victims outside the city!"

"The huge court, the hall full of Zhu Zi nobles, but no one helps him!"

"Do you know why?"

Hu Changgui slapped the shocked wood again, and then looked around and asked loudly.

The words fell.

The already silent teahouse instantly became dead and silent like a ghost.

"Do you know why?"

"Do you not know, or do you dare not speak?!"

After dozens of breaths, Hu Changgui asked loudly again.

Then the words fell.

Tea

The building was still dead silent.

"Hahaha."

"You have concerns, and it is inevitable that you will not say anything."

"But the old man is lonely, and now he will say it happily!"

Seeing this, Hu Changgui couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Laugh over.

Hu Changgui said with a serious face: "The reason why no one dares to help His Royal Highness King Yan! It's because His Royal Highness King Yan is on the opposite side of everyone!"

"He stands against all corrupt officials, all families who are crazy about sucking the blood of the common people!"

Iced tea is always there