'Knock knock', a knock on the door sounded, followed by Murong Jing's sweet voice to the bedside, she pulled up Hyosung, who was still dreaming and groggy: "Hyosung, hurry up, let's go to the teahouse to listen to the book, it's very exciting, hurry up." ”

"Jing'er, someone said books so early, what kind of books are they talking about, fairy tales, I like fairy tales more, ...... this is all a dream.

"Hyosung! hurry up, or you won't be able to watch it......" Jing'er shook Hyosung vigorously, and finally pulled her back from her dream, and after a while, she went straight to the 'Fuxi Teahouse' on the street.

"What is this place?" Hyosung looked up at the vermilion plaque above his head, then glanced at his surroundings.

"Of course the teahouse is for tea, let's go. Murong Jing entered the building with her, and the shopkeeper in front of the counter was a woman, wearing a purple and gold gauze dress, Hyosung didn't notice that she and Murong Jing looked at each other, so a few guys ran up to greet her.

"Two little girls, please upstairs. As he spoke, he led the two of them to the second floor, and the second floor was very lively, and the old and young were applauding and cheering in response to the storyteller.

"Good!" another round of applause rang out.

The little brother is a young man about twenty years old, green cloth and plain clothes, thin, it seems that the family situation will not be much better, a voice is crisp and clear, like the sound of the spring water pouring down from the crack in the stone, which makes people feel comfortable and dripping when they listen to it.

"That little brother is amazing!" Hyosung sat on the table with Jing'er on the side, concentrating on listening to him finish singing a song with the bamboo board, she stared at him for a long time, and admired him a little in her heart, she could tell a story so vividly and vividly, the songbirds and crows crowed, the birds were frightened, and the qiē seemed to roll out of his mouth, just casually playing, but everyone was fascinated.

"yes, that's amazing. Murong Jing put his hands on his cheeks, with a bit of admiration, and listened attentively.

"But if I'm a storyteller, I'll be better than him. ”

Murong Jing turned his head and looked at Hyosung in surprise: "Really?"

"What's this, I'll tell you a story that's much better than that. Hyosung and Murong Jing looked at each other, and from her eyes, she could see that Murong Jing was a little skeptical.

Hyosung suddenly jumped up from the stool and jumped on the table to the little brother is voice: "I said buddy, how about I come for a while?" She held the wooden note of the tea in one hand, and knocked on the lid of the white teacup, like a gangster, the little brother was startled, and stopped the bamboo board in his hand, and the group looked over to this side, and some people laughed: "The hairy girl can also tell stories?"

"Haha......" The crowd was filled with unbearable laughter.

"I'm going to tell you 'Farewell My Concubine'! Hyosung glanced at the group of people, and then at Murong Jing again, a woman in purple and gold clothes appeared in the crowd, her dress was particularly conspicuous, and she was also watching Hyosung's every move.

"Farewell concubine, I don't know, I haven't heard of it. ”

"Of course, you will see it in later history, but I don't know if you are still alive in the future. ”

"Say it quickly, we'll all wait, say it or not. There was a commotion in the crowd.

"Don't make a noise, let's go!"

Look to the sky

The clouds move in all directions

Sword in hand

Ask the world who is the hero?

A hero thousands of years later was named Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu......

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