Ye Yu raised his eyebrows, to be honest, this was a bit beyond his imagination.

Shouldn't most of the people of Jingshi dislike the people of the Southern Regions?

The Southern Regions are called the Barbaric Land, and the King of Zhennan is the lord of the Southern Regions, and he opened a small court there, known as the Southern Dynasty to the outside world.

Many scholars in the entire north came forward to scold Ye Xiong at that time.

Now in this Jingshi, the people don't seem to hate Ye Xiong very much, and Ye Yu feels really strange.

Seeing his puzzled look, the young man patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, don't forget that there are not all high-ranking officials and nobles in this Jingshi, and there are many ordinary people. ”

"Who of these ordinary people admires what the King of Zhennan has done, and has opened up territory for my Jia Dynasty, fought hundreds of battles, and loves soldiers like sons."

"When attacking the Southern Regions, he didn't ask the court for a little bit of silver, and it is rumored that the king of Zhennan is selling his property to maintain the army's expenses, so can the people not admire it?"

Ye Yu nodded when he heard this, turned his head and looked at the storyteller on the stage.

He had already finished his break and patted the startling wood fiercely.

In an instant, the eyes of everyone in the teahouse were focused on him.

"The book was picked up, and the king of Zhennan personally led the troops and vowed to take the Sanmenxia?"

"The subordinates strongly advise the coach not to play easily."

"You know the temper of the king of the south, he is as strong as a donkey, and when he draws his sword, he will kill the general who is kneeling on the ground and admonishing him."

Speaking of this, Mr. Teahouse stopped and drank the tea again without pain.

Many of the onlookers began to coax, "Did you cut it?" ”

"Say it quickly, Mr. said halfway, what kind of system is this."

"As long as you are happy, we will naturally reward you."

"Yes, we naturally have a reward, let's talk quickly, have you cut it in the end!"

The storyteller put down his teacup and smiled slightly, and now the atmosphere in the hall has reached its peak, and this is what he wants.

With one hand behind his back and a fan in the other, he said loudly, "The general who knelt on the ground said, Marshal, I am bound to stop you today no matter what." ”

"If you want to cut off my head, then I want to ask the marshal's subordinates to show mercy, and the last general will personally lead the troops into Tianmen Gorge."

"It is better to die in the hands of the enemy than in the hands of you."

"If the commander doesn't believe me, the last general only needs twenty personal soldiers under his command, and he is willing to take the lead!"

When the words fell, the entire teahouse fell silent, and everyone was shocked by the general who begged for death.

Mr. Storyteller, I am very satisfied with everyone's expressions.

After the general finished speaking, more than a dozen main generals in the camp knelt down and begged for their lives, to lead troops to attack Tianmen Gorge, and if they died, they would throw their lives at the mouth of Tianmen Gorge.

Ye Xiong, the king of Zhennan, was touched, and in the end, he did not personally lead his troops to attack Tianmen Gorge.

Under the order of the king of Zhennan, the general who knelt to death and admonished himself led 3,000 Youzhou veterans to form a death squad and rushed straight to the Tianmen Gorge.

This battle was full of blood, the sun and the moon were gone, and it took three hours to chop, and the blades were curled, and when the army of the king of Zhennan completely entered Tianmen Gorge, I saw that the general was already standing on a mountain of corpses.

"Dead?"

"yes, dead or alive?"

"Don't sell it, say it quickly..."

…

Many spectators spoke one after another, and the hall was noisy for a while.

The storyteller drank tea to moisten his throat and slowly spoke, "The general doesn't know if he lives or dies." ”

"Cut!"

There was a boo.

Ye Yu smiled, the gentleman in this teahouse is a little interesting, the story told is not all right, and there are seven points true.

As the prince of Zhennan, he naturally knows these stories in the army.

In the battle of Tianmen Gorge, his cheap father, I don't know how many times he has told him since he was a child.

The battle was fierce, and after the death squad rushed forward, no one survived, including the general.

The young man standing on the side suddenly spoke, "King Zhennan is really a good prince!" ”

"How so?" Ye Yu subconsciously spoke.

The young man scratched his head, "Speaking casually, there are some preconceived ideas, and Brother Tai can't take it seriously, and he can't take it seriously." ”

Ye Yu nodded and stopped talking.

In the evening, the people in the teahouse finally dispersed, and Ye Yu also got up and prepared to leave.

When he came to this Jingshi, he had a lot of things, and it was already a luxury to spend so much time listening to books in the teahouse today.

When Ye Yu was about to leave, a voice stopped him.

"This brother, please stay."

Ye Yu looked back with a puzzled face, and the person who spoke up was the young man who had talked to him a lot today.

"Something?"

Ye Yu spoke.

The young man came to Ye Yu and arched his hand: "I think I am quite in love with my brother, so I want to ask my brother's name." ”

"Night Rain."

The young man's face changed.

"The night of the night, the rain of the rainy day, brother Tai, don't think wrong." Ye Yu opened his mouth to explain.

The young man's demeanor relaxed, and just now he thought that he had met some big man like a prince.

He arched his hand to Ye Yu again and said, "My name is Nangong Ling. ”

"Nangong Ling?" Ye Yu muttered to himself.

Nangong Ling smiled, "We'll have more exchanges in the future." ”

Ye Yu nodded, "You can have a good exchange when you have time, I see that you have a very good impression of Zhennan Wangfu, and I happen to be the same." ”

Nangong Ling smiled, "That's a coincidence." ”

He left Ye Yu's address, and then left in style.

In the study, Ye Yu frowned as he looked at the news from his subordinates from many aspects.

"There has been a change in the guards of the Kyoshi?"

"The academy has also moved?"

Ye Yu placed the piece of paper directly on the candle and quietly lit it, leaving no trace of the handle that was caught.

After he saw this, he already had a general plan in his heart.

"The emperor still can't get over his face, if he wants to kill me, how can it be so easy." Ye Yu sneered,

A dark shadow walked in from outside the door and stood in front of Ye Yu very respectfully.

"How's it going?"

Ye Yu asked softly.

The black shadow's voice was a little low, "Nangong Ling is indeed the descendant of this generation of the Nangong family. ”

"The difference is that Nangong Ling never seems to be involved in anything in the Nangong family, drinking tea and having fun every day, and being enthusiastic about human nature."

Ye Yu nodded, waved his hand lightly, and the black shadow retreated.

"The troubled hands left by the Nangong family?" Ye Yu muttered, he was also a little unsure,

As soon as he came back today, he asked people to check Nangong Ling, although the power of the Zhennan Wangfu was in the Southern Region, but for so many years, the secret agents of the Wangfu had already infiltrated every city in the north.

These spies helped the Southern Dynasty obtain too much northern intelligence, which allowed the Southern Dynasty to avoid a lot of things.

Ye Yu sat at the table, he was a little unsure, did Nangong Ling really appear in the teahouse by coincidence today?