"The south wind knows what I mean, and dreams to Xizhou. ”

Nanfeng always felt that he was being taken advantage of, but his curiosity was not satisfied, and most of his original good appetite disappeared.

Xizhou filled his wine glass and poured a glass of wine for Nanfeng. Nanfeng didn't buy his account, and muttered, "Not serious!"

Xizhou smiled silently.

"Don't you have to go to your grandmother?" asked Nanfeng.

Xizhou shook his head: "It will be in the future, now is not the time." ”

Nanfeng didn't know what "now is not the time", and simply thought that he was worried about his grandmother's consent to the Taoist priest burning him to death, and was about to persuade him, but was disrupted by other voices.

It turns out that this restaurant is very distinctive, and when there are many customers, a storyteller will be invited to stand on the stage on the first floor to tell the story. The storyteller had thick eyebrows and big eyes, thick lips and a big mouth, and a piece of meat piled up on each cheek, forming a disc on his whole face. He wore a dark blue gown, his hair was combed a little sloppy, he was coiled with a bamboo stick like chopsticks, and he held a plain fan with the word "say" written on it.

The south wind stretched out to listen.

Xizhou put down the chopsticks in his hand, supported his chin with his hand, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but what he saw in his eyes was not the bustle downstairs, but the south wind in front of him who didn't care about the image and had never seen the world. What comes out of the eyes is a slow spoiling.

Damn spoiled.

I saw the storyteller sitting down behind the table, patted the wood, and said: "As mentioned in the last book, when the general Guo Yongning was young, he was just a small captain, and he was ordered to report the situation in front of the battle, and he rode alone from Shanhaiguan to Qingzhou. Who knew that one morning there was a heavy fog, and General Guo was careless and lost, and actually broke into a small city in Jizhou occupied by the rebels. General Guo has the military secrets of our army in his hands, and seeing the leader of the rebel army staring at him, tsk, how is this good......"

Mr. Storyteller is a round word, which caused bursts of applause.

Nanfeng asked, "Who is Guo Yongning?"

"The great general of the dynasty is already over eighty years old. He experienced several strange things when he was young, and later was appreciated by three emperors in a row and was named the Marquis of Pingyang. It's a pity that his two sons died on the battlefield, the title of wealth and nowhere to inherit, and the evening scene is bleak. This is his hometown. People who are bored like to add fuel to the strange things of his youth and make up a book to tell them, so now you can hear his stories everywhere," Xizhou patiently replied, "Are you tired of listening to it too?"

Nanfeng shook his head and said, "I haven't been here for a long time, and this is the first time I've heard his story. But this morning, I saw someone talking about books, so I leaned over and listened a few times to the story of a prince of the Rong Dynasty more than 500 years ago. But I was penniless at the time, and I was soon kicked out, so I didn't listen to a few words. ”

"Rong Dynasty, King Rong Muzhi of Jin?"

"You know?" Nanfeng was a little excited, "Can you tell me about it?"

Xizhou put a piece of fish in the bowl of the southerly wind, put down the chopsticks again (he didn't seem to be hungry) and said, "If you want to know, of course I can tell you." ”

In the eyes of the south wind, Xizhou was a learned man, and his eloquence was excellent. The narrative is very concise and eloquent.

He said: "More than 500 years ago, the Rong Dynasty was still very prosperous, inside and outside the court, both civil and military, and there were many talents. Rong Muzhi, the king of Jin, was ranked fourth, and was considered the most virtuous prince in the court, and his reputation was much higher than that of his elder brother, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. He became famous at a young age, stepped into the battlefield in his early tens, and at the age of fourteen, he followed his mentor, the general of Wuwei, Feng Deyi, into the Northern Desert, and formed his own elite cavalry after returning. After more than ten years, he fought everywhere, first in the case of rebels inside and strong enemies outside, he captured Datong County in the hands of the strong Beidi people, and then pursued the victory and destroyed the powerful Beidi. ”

"That's amazing!"

"It's great, but he also paid a terrible price. During the siege of Datong, the traitor assassinated his wife, Feng Qingse, the daughter of his mentor Feng Deyi......"

Nanfeng was taken aback, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and devoted himself to his story: "How could it be ......"

"You don't know that this princess of King Jin is a heroine who does not let her eyebrows take charge of the strong team, which attracted worldwide attention at that time. was assassinated by a traitor at such a young age, which can only be said to be a jealous talent. ”

"And then?"

"Well...... The traitor came from the friendly Jingbian Palace, I don't know what entanglements there are, Xu in order to calm the hearts of the army and solve the misunderstanding between the two armies, the emperor at that time issued an edict to let the King of Jin marry the daughter of the Jingbian Wang Jiang family as the successor. ”

Nanfeng was puzzled: "Is the emperor dizzy? Does the misunderstanding have to be resolved by marriage? Could it be that Rong Muzhi agreed?"

"No matter what you think, anyway, in the end, Rong Muzhi married the daughter of the Jiang family. cough, in fact, in this political marriage, the most wronged person is not the King of Jin, but the girl of the Jiang family. This Jiang family girl is not an ordinary woman, but a female military advisor with a seven-trick and exquisite heart, who has held the seal of the Jingbian Wangfu for more than ten years, and has participated in countless battles. Originally, Miss Jiang already had a good family affair, but because of the emperor's edict, she missed the marriage, which was really pitiful. ”

Nanfeng was surprised: "Is what you said true? How can there be such a person in the world? Xizhou, I think you are a good hand at adding oil and vinegar, and it is a pity that you don't tell the story, because of your good eloquence." ”

Xizhou laughed dryly twice and said: "This is all recorded in the history books, not my hearsay - I remember that the girl from the Jiang family is called Jiang Han." ”

Who?

Jiang Han?

Nanfeng's heart was shocked!

This name should have been heard for the first time, but it was inexplicably familiar.

Jiang Han, Jiang Han, Jiang Han......

After reading it several times in his heart, Nanfeng felt cold all over his body, his fingers trembled, and he couldn't hold the chopsticks anymore.

Xizhou frowned, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?"

Nanfeng didn't answer him immediately, she was still immersed in the name, as if she had fallen into a nightmare.

Where have you heard of this name?

Nanfeng thought with all his might, he had never heard of it in the realm of no return, and that was after leaving the country. But why is the memory so vague, but the heart hurts as if it had been cut by a sharp knife?

Oh yes, she had heard it, in the night three days before......

A picture appeared in front of her eyes: Su Chen went crazy, pointed at her with a jade soul fan full of spiritual power, and said hysterically with hateful eyes: Jiang Han, you killed her! I want your life!

In the night, when I couldn't see my fingers, it was pouring rain. The rain hit my body, and it was cold and painful.

Nanfeng slowly recalled, patiently, and traced forward little by little.