Chapter 80: Storytelling

I didn't expect that the usual grinning whisper would be shy when talking about such things as "going to the toilet", Situ Xi couldn't understand what was there to be ashamed of, people have three urgency.

But according to the whispered description, Situ Xi was still ready to make a snack on this matter, and he planned to take a look at it himself tonight to see if he could catch the suspicious person.

He comforted her and whispered a little, telling her not to worry too much, and asked her to inform the people in the family not to drink the well water first, and to ask Mr. Bian later.

Situ Xi reported the situation to a few guards at the door, and asked them to pay attention.

After everything was done, Situ Xi returned to the room, Zhong Li was reading in the study, Situ Xi didn't want to disturb her, so he sat on the bed and opened the boxing book.

……

Today's morning pilgrimage has lasted for a long time.

When it was almost over, the civil and military officials came out of the palace, and most of the officials' faces were a little solemn at this time.

Yesterday, there was a mess on Yuxin Street, and the imperial city was sealed, and they expected that His Majesty would focus on this matter at today's court meeting, but after learning the details today, what shocked many people was that those thieves yesterday were for the purpose of assassinating the prince.

Assassinating the prince in the imperial city, the so-called "boldness" is nothing more than that.

Moreover, His Majesty was furious and furious at the court meeting today, and it seems that in the next few days, the courtiers will have to pay more attention to their words and deeds, and they must be careful not to anger Long Wei.

On the road, three purple-robed officials walked side by side, with beads of sweat on their foreheads, and they were whispering to each other in a very low voice.

"Looking at Your Majesty's attitude today, I'm afraid Xuan'an City won't be peaceful in the past two days." It was the middle-aged man on the left who spoke, and thinking of His Majesty's angry appearance, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"It should be so, the chaos on Yuxin Street The old man went to see it yesterday, several shops were burned down, there are still undried blood stains on the street, the old man's mansion is on the edge of the East Market, and the ladies and children in the family were extremely worried and worried last night." The older man on the right took a sip.

"Even the dead are used...... I always feel that the wind and clouds in this Xuan'an city have been surging recently, alas, these thieves! ”

"At the end of spring, there are a large number of people who go to Beijing to report on work, business, returnees and play, and the flower dynasty is imminent, and there are many people who come to watch the ceremony, so it is inevitable that some villains will mix."

"Let's not talk about these for now, two adults, in addition to participating in the DPRK in the past two days, it is best to go out less with the people at home." The youngest man who walked in the middle finally spoke up, his face was sinking like water, a little gloomy, "You don't know, when Xuan Wuwei searched the city last night, as of the time before the court meeting, three adults had been escorted into the palace under the name of 'suspected collusion with assassins', and the old man Yan Yanyan was also among them. ”

"How?!" The middle-aged man on the left exclaimed in surprise, and suddenly realized that he had lost his manners, he looked around, and asked in a small voice: "How could a person who is a man of words and books do such a thing?" ”

The old man on the right didn't believe it either, he thought for a while and said: "Lord Yan is a bit straighter on weekdays, but you and I know his character, and he is the most honest since he was an official. ”

"Yes, but yesterday Xuan Wuwei's people found a large amount of gold and silver in the Yanfu wing......"

……

The officials returned home with a heavy heart, closed the windows and doors, and began to give some words to the juniors in the family.

Most of the shops in the East Market are not open today, and there are naturally not many pedestrians on the streets.

Although Xuan'an City was sealed, there was no order that people were not allowed to go out, and compared with the East Market, the West Market was very lively at the moment.

At any given time, there are people who are keen to talk about the gossip they hear, especially the gossip known as "gossip".

Although they may not even know what kind of path this "small path" is, it does not affect their ability to satisfy their "desire to share".

There is a spacious open space by the intersection in the middle of the West Market, and at this moment, many people have come out of their homes and brought a single stool to discuss with people the major events that have happened in the city in the past two days, and it seems that many people know the inside story of the lockdown.

There were young men and women, children and old people, and there were even two old men squatting on the side of the road playing against each other.

Occasionally, two or three soldiers would walk by, patrolling the streets without disturbing the business and activities of the people around them.

Only a small number of people knew about the assassination of the prince, and His Majesty did not make it public, so in order not to cause undue panic, the activities of the people continued as usual.

People were relaxing in the clearing, and in the midst of the crowd, six or seven small servants were carrying a square table to the center of the clearing.

The table fell to the ground with a loud sound, and a middle-aged scholar in a white robe walked to the table with a folding fan in one hand and a waking wood in the other.

A group of guards came from behind, set up a chair for him, and placed a book and a water glass on the table.

Two young women with flutes also found a stool and sat beside him.

Such a pomp and circumstance naturally quickly attracted everyone's attention, and passers-by couldn't help but slow down.

"What is this going to do?"

"I don't know, where the rich scholar came from, I have never seen it nearby."

"It seems that I want to perform a tune, so today is blessed."

The scholar sat on the wooden chair, did not make an introduction, did not shout to the people around him, he turned his head to the two women behind him and saluted with fists, the two girls received the signal, they nodded, and directly set up the xylophone, picked up the bamboo flute in their hands and blew it.

The sound is not loud or small, and the song is relatively melodious, so it does not appear abrupt in this noisy market, and the flute sound is beautiful, and people are looking sideways.

Halfway through the play, the two girls changed their eyes, one played the drum, the other played the sheng, and the song suddenly became urgent.

When the scholar heard the music, he looked around, and saw that there were more onlookers, so he coughed lightly, straightened his clothes, put away the folding fan in his hand, put it on the table, lifted the startling wood with his right hand, and slapped it heavily on the table.

"Everyone, if you have nothing to do, why don't you listen to Xiaosheng give you a commentary?"