Yu Hou Mansion, door guest room.

"Brother, are you feeling better after drinking medicine?" Jin Di picked up Chen Ran, who was lying on the bed, and asked.

"I can move in the past two days..."Chen Ran stretched his arms after sitting up, and took the golden flute's decoction.

"That's good..."Jin Di nodded, his face darkened.

Chen Ran saw that Jin Di was thoughtful, and asked, "Wanjun, if you have anything on your mind, tell my brother directly..."

Jin Di shook his head again and again: "Ah~ nothing"

"Say it"

"Forget it, I'm afraid you'll be angry~"

"I'm not angry~"

"At that age, the family was destroyed, were you not spared at home?"

"Who told you anything?" Chen Ran's tone was obviously heavy.

Jin Di shook his head with a gloomy face and whispered, "No, there is only one secret cave in the house, I escaped with my mother and domestic servants, but my mother was still killed by random arrows, and she blocked the entrance of the cave with her body." ”

Chen Ran's eyes widened angrily, and he held Jin Di's shoulders with both hands and asked, "What do you want to say?" ”

Jin Di raised his head and asked with a firm look in his eyes: "I want to know, who asked the Ji family to arrange for assassins to go to Qufu to assassinate the princess at that time?" ”

Chen Ran was furious, pointed to the door and shouted: "Hmph, did Jiang Mo's kid say something?" The Ji family did not arrange any assassins at all, it was Jiang Qi's excuse to get rid of the Ji family, and even more so to get rid of the Tian family! ”

Chen Ran's angry and hideous appearance frightened Jin Di, although the two didn't get along much when they were young, but her brother in Jin Di's impression was good to her.

Jin Di didn't believe that Chen Ran knew anything, but when he saw him so angry, he showed a frightened look.

Chen Ran hugged his sister and was much gentler, "He just said this to subdue your hatred and have a plot against you." The kid surnamed Jiang is nothing more than telling you that I escaped, and I was immediately accepted by Yu Hou in Da Zhou, and I must have known that I was in contact with Da Zhou. ”

Jin Di closed her eyes, it seemed that Jiang Mo was intentional, but she didn't say it, from the perspective of family affection, she felt that she should believe in her brother more.

Chen Ran sat up, and said with some anger in his serious voice: "Wanjun, even if you don't believe in brother, but Jiang Qi killed his mother and father, this is always an indisputable fact, how can you forget this hatred that happened in front of your eyes?" ”

Jin Di opened his eyes and shook his head, "My sister hasn't forgotten, but he saved me... And you..."

"If you don't kill me, will you save me? You didn't kill him either, it's already paid off. Chen Ran slammed the bowl in his hand to the ground, "Are you really going to be angry brother?" How can you be emotionally attached to your enemies? ”

"No" Jin Di denied it, shook his head desperately, and got up stubbornly with tears in his eyes: "I'll kill him..."

Chen Ran saw Jin Di's resolute eyes, and finally felt a lot more relieved, took the girl's hand and said, "At this time, it is already a proton, and you must not act rashly." ”

.......

In the hall not far from the door, Chen Yang bowed down and reported some of today's events to Chen Chaoxin, Chen Chaoxin didn't know why, patted the table and asked, "What does this mean?" What is the secret of the Ji family? Did they meet? I'm so angry that I want to kill that kid right away. ”

The little grandfather on the side smiled and tasted tea very intoxicated, and only replied to Chen Yang: "Very good, this is part of the plan." ”

The corners of Chen Chaoxin's mouth curled slightly, and he looked at the little grandfather unconsciously, not daring to ask more questions to look too stupid, but he was still unsure: "Can you really kill Jiang Mo and get the heart of the golden flu?" ”

The little grandfather arched his hand: "I need the little marquis, hold a feast, invite Lu Xiao and Li Yiyou..."

Chen Chaoxin shook his head desperately and waved his hand: "No, no... My father didn't like me to hold any banquets, and he was also a member of the Japanese clan, although he had some intersections with them in the Qinglou, but they were all small people, and you didn't know about me and Lu Xiao..."

The little grandfather smiled slightly: "This is also part of the plan, and the Hou Ye will not blame." ”

......

The next day, in the early morning of the ninth day of the ninth month of September, Jiang Mo's Mansion received an invitation from Chen Chaoxin of Yuhou Mansion, inviting Jiang Mo to be a guest at the mansion in Fengtian in the suburbs in the evening, making it clear that there were beautiful wines and beauties, and also invited Bao Yong, Yu Ni, Nansheng and even Wutong to be present.

Jiang Mo threw the invitation aside, although Yu Hou had many secrets, he was really in no mood to deal with Chen Chaoxin's bastard. For the livelihood of Jiang Fu, he went to supervise the paper mill and wine mill early in the morning.

Later, he came to Tianxiaju to prepare for the reopening tomorrow, asked Ding Ling to make some billboards, and asked her to ask Mr. Storyteller and Jiang Mo to accept the final results.

But in the eyes of Ding Ling, Liuli, and Ding Cheng, Jiang Mo's behavior is very strange and full of novelty, especially the distribution of a leaflet with a big reward for the opening of paper, which is simply a huge cost in the era when papermaking is not popular, and it is even more unheard of to suddenly invite a storyteller.

When Jiang Mo first arrived in Tianxiaju, Ding Ling did not arrive, tried the chef's last dish, and drew up a very innovative menu name and price.

After a long time, Ding Ling came to Tianxiaju in a hurry, it was already noon, and said with a sad face: "Oh no, the more famous storytellers in Luoyang City are not willing to come to the teahouse to tell stories at all, and some people who can tell stories are also invited to leave today..."

The transmission of oral literature can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period, when noble princes were reluctant to read, and found people to read and tell stories. In this era, most of the people who can read and write are nobles, or at least they are big families with dozens of acres of land or doing some business, so there are very few people who are willing to tell stories.

"Come sit down and try the chefs I've trained you to cook." Jiang Mo smiled and beckoned Ding Ling to sit down, seemingly unimpressed by this matter.

"Aren't you in a hurry, you have written it on the leaflet, and you will listen to the book for free at a fixed time when you open..."Ding Ling frowned.

"Hmm... It's really not okay to change it to a performance program" Jiang Mo pushed away the chair and motioned for him to sit on this specially designed comfortable dining chair, and sewed removable cushions and cushions to make it softer and warmer to sit in winter.

Ding Ling frowned and sat down in her position following Jiang Mo's instructions, but continued: "I have been to Yanchun Tower and Mingyue Tower, and the top singer has also been invited away..."

"Hey~ It's a little interesting" Jiang Mo poured Ding Ling wine and handed the chopsticks, still not too concerned, "It seems that someone deliberately did it right, how can the chef be better than me?" ”