This is the third day after practicing calligraphy in the Han Liru Academy.

After class in the afternoon, a group of young teenagers stepped on the sunset and walked out of the classroom.

Zhao Yu carried a small satchel and prepared to return to the dormitory along the corridor.

But at this time, a crisp voice suddenly came from behind:

"Zhao Yu, wait a minute!"

"Huh?"

Zhao Yu turned his head to look and saw Jiang Ruotong walking with a skirt, followed by a maid with a book in her hand.

"What's wrong? I'm done telling you the story of Journey to the West! ”

Two small figures stood under the antique corridor, Zhao Yu grabbed the strap of the satchel on his chest with both hands, and looked at Jiang Ruotong hesitantly, he thought that Jiang Ruotong was asking him to tell a story again.

However, Jiang Ruotong shook his head and smiled sweetly:

"Zhao Yu, you have been telling me stories all this time, and today I want to invite you to listen to stories! I'm going to Fulu Teahouse to listen to the story later, do you want to go along? ”

"Heard about the book? Is it going to the city? ”

Zhao Yu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Exactly, do you want to go?"

Jiang Ruotong nodded.

"Go, go!"

Zhao Yu hurriedly agreed, but then he thought of something again, and his face boasted:

"But I live in a private school, so I don't allow myself to go out at will......"

"It's okay, you go with me, I'll go and tell Master Han, Master Han will agree! You go put your things now, I'll be waiting for you at the door! ”

Jiang Ruotong grinned, and after finishing speaking, he walked towards the backyard with the maid.

Zhao Yu was excited, he finally had the opportunity to go out, and without delay, he immediately ran back to the dormitory.

Putting his small satchel on the cabinet at the head of the bed, Zhao Yu stuffed something into his arms again, and then hurriedly ran to the door of the private school.

Outside the gate, Jiang Ruotong was already waiting here.

She was now sitting in a carriage, looking through the window of the car with the curtain open towards the door of the private school.

Next to the carriage, there were still two people standing, one was Jiang Ruotong's teenage maid, and the other was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes.

The middle-aged temples bulged high, his erect body exuded a fierce aura, and he was holding something wrapped in a coarse cloth in his hand, obviously a handful of guys.

This person is Jiang Ruotong's guard, Zhao Yu had seen him when he first met Jiang Ruotong in the bazaar.

It's just that as soon as he ran out of the door of the private school, Zhao Yu was stared at by a pair of sharp eyes from the middle-aged guard, and his steps suddenly stopped, and his scalp was a little numb.

"Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu, get in the carriage!"

Seeing Zhao Yu, Jiang Ruotong hurriedly stretched out a small hand from the window of the car, shook it happily at him, and then looked at the guard by the carriage with disgust:

"Uncle Li, don't scare Zhao Yu!"

"Yes, Miss!"

The middle-aged guard retracted his sharp gaze from Zhao Yu, opened half of his body sideways, revealing the car door behind him.

At this time, the little maid also smiled and beckoned to Zhao Yu:

"Zhao Gongzi, please get in the carriage!"

Jiang Ruotong's maid is called Zilan, a melon-faced girl with a smile on her eyebrows, very beautiful, Zhao Yu has also been familiar with her in the past few days, and when she greeted her at this time, she smiled:

"Thank you, Sister Zilan!"

Footsteps moved, Zhao Yu walked towards the carriage, but his eyes were looking at the middle-aged guard.

This middle-aged guard looks like a practitioner, and Zhao Yu is quite curious about the martial arts of this world.

It's just that the middle-aged guard didn't pay attention to Zhao Yu at all.

After Zhao Yu got into the carriage, he and Zilan sat outside the carriage and drove the carriage towards the street in person.

Inside the carriage.

Jiang Ruotong saw that Zhao Yu looked around through the window as soon as he got into the carriage, and immediately laughed:

"Classmate Zhao Yu, haven't you come out of the city to play since you entered the private school?"

"Hmm!"

Zhao Yu nodded, didn't say much, just looked at the dazzling array on the street.

Jiang Ruotong didn't care, but said a little excitedly:

"Let me tell you, I heard that the storyteller of Fulu Teahouse will tell a new story today, so I specially called you ......"

Jiang Ruotong chattered, obviously looking forward to the new story of Fulu Teahouse.

Zhao Yu also seemed to be interested, retracted his gaze and listened quietly, asking from time to time.

Two small figures whispered in the carriage.

Soon, the carriage also came to the Fulu Tea House.

Fulu Teahouse is a fairly high-end teahouse in Changning County, located in the south of the city by the small river, not far from the south of the city.

Zhao Yu They got out of class relatively early, and it was still the beginning of Shen Shichu, that is, at more than three o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still many people in the Fulu Teahouse.

After Zhao Yu and the others arrived at the Fulu Teahouse, they went directly to the private room on the second floor.

The private room is open, and you can see all parts of the teahouse, as well as the podium in the lobby on the first floor.

As soon as she entered the private room, Zilan ordered a pot of tea and a few snacks, and then stood aside with the middle-aged guard, while Zhao Yu and Jiang Ruotong sat on chairs and looked at the podium in the lobby downstairs with interest.

On the podium, there was a thin old man in a long robe who looked a little philistine, talking there.

There were a lot of idlers sitting in the audience, and there were even many people around the door.

"But it is said that in the Spring and Autumn Period, Zheng Guo had a doctor named Xu Wujiao, whose parents were dead, and there was only one sister-in-law, the young lady was sixteen years old, and her skin was as white as snow, and her face was like a cherry......"

The old man said with spit flying, and the audience listened with relish.

It's just that after listening to a few words, Zilan in the private room suddenly whispered:

"Ah, isn't this the story in "The Surprise of the First Moment", which was just written in the book?"

"Humph!"

Jiang Ruotong also wrinkled his nose at this time, and said angrily:

"You told me that it was a new story, but you lied to me, this story is rotten in the capital!"

"Miss, don't worry, this story has not been out for two years, maybe Changning County is a little remote, and it has only come over at this time, and it is indeed a new story for them!"

Zilan hurriedly spoke out to comfort her.

Hearing this, Jiang Ruotong turned his head to look at Zhao Yu and said in a playful voice:

"Zhao Yu, have you heard this story? Does it sound good? ”

"I haven't heard of it, I think it's pretty good!"

Zhao Yu shook his head, looking at the old storyteller on the podium full of interest, and his eyes also flashed.

Of course, what that light is, only Zhao Yu himself knows.

"If you think it's good, I'm going to invite you to listen to the story today!"

Seeing that Zhao Yu liked it, Jiang Ruotong's anger eased slightly, and then continued to look at the lobby and listen to the story.

It's just that, compared to the excitement when he came, Jiang Ruotong looked bored at this time, and his face was full of disappointment.

Of course, this is just Jiang Ruotong, but the others in the teahouse listened very energetically.

And the old storyteller is also an old man, very good at whetting people's appetites, when the story is told at a critical moment, he suddenly stopped, and took the tea on the table slowly, until he saw that the tea customers below were itching.

"Hu Laosi, can you be happy?"

"That's it, be careful of choking to death in the water so that we don't have a story to listen to, hurry up!"

The lobby was bustling and noisy, and everyone was disgruntled at the old storyteller on the podium.

And the old storyteller, that is, Hu Laosi, shook his head unhurriedly:

"As the saying goes, good wine is tasted slowly, good food is eaten slowly, and this good story naturally needs to be ......"

"Slippery!"

Hu Laosi was interrupted by an angry shout before he finished speaking.

With the angry shouts, dozens of copper coins smashed on Hu Laosi.

Seeing the copper coin, Hu Laosi was not angry but happy, a pair of triangular eyes flashed brightly, Xingmu patted it, and spoke again:

"Talking about this day......"

The story continues, but Hu Laosi still does not change, and stops and drinks tea at every critical moment, until someone throws money and continues happily.

In this way, after a story, Hu Laosi drank tea seven or eight times.

After the story ended, Hu Laosi couldn't hold it back, and said, 'Let's listen to the next decomposition', and without waiting for everyone to react, he covered his stomach and fled to the back hall.

Inside the private room.

Seeing Hu Laosi enter the back hall, Zhao Yu's eyes rolled twice, and then he also stood up:

"I want to go to the hut too!"

The voice fell, and Zhao Yu's small figure had already rushed out of the private room.

Seeing this, Jiang Ruotong was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhao Yu's anxious appearance, covered his mouth and laughed.