Gyeonggi Province on the first day of the new year is also full of festivities.

Of course, Ji Yuan won't wear thin clothes on a cold day, at least he has to make himself look warm.

After Lao Long went back, Ji Yuan didn't have any intention of disturbing Yin Zhaoxian, but first habitually went to see the Heart Spectrum Chess Hall.

Walking to a narrow street where the chess hall is located, I found that this restaurant was actually open on the first day of the new year, although the door was closed for the cold, but there was a welcome sign hanging outside.

Ji Yuan went in and walked around, and there were only a few guys in the store, and there was no one playing chess in the chess hall, and the owner was not there, only one acting shopkeeper.

After greeting each other with the guys in the store, Ji Yuan withdrew, planning to go back to the attic where he had been living recently to make up for sleep.

The big family's surname was Chu, and although the mansion was close to the imperial city, it didn't seem to be a court official.

That book pavilion is really like a decoration, Ji Yuan has been rubbing these days, and I have seen the servants come to clean it twice, and no one from the Chu family came in, at most they came to pick up the books.

Of course, it may also be that the library is too big and too cool, and if you want to read and write, it is more comfortable in the house in front of you.

This is a cheap plan, the third floor of the book pavilion is isolated from the noise of the city, the environment is quiet and there are many books, in addition to rest and cultivation, you can also flip through books in your spare time.

Although books are not too rare in this era, valuable books are still relatively precious, and it is relatively difficult for ordinary people and even poor scholars to acquire knowledge.

This is also one of the reasons why those academies are so popular, compared to individual students at home, academies not only have the old master to teach, but more importantly, there are many books, those county and government exams and even sometimes state exams, if people are asked to write what classics when they test the basic skills, some scholars have not even read that classic, how to write?

Walking on Yongning Street, Ji Yuan exhaled a trace of aura while watching the people along the street greet each other for the New Year, and when he was about to turn in the direction of Chu Mansion, a familiar voice in the distance attracted his attention.

"A bowl of porridge, a side dish, and two meat buns, don't forget to make a basin of hot water, thank you!"

"Okay, Mr. Wang, don't worry, I'll send it to you in a while, I just bought the buns early in the morning." ”

One of the two people who spoke was Wang Li, the storyteller in the palace of the King of Jin before, and he would not admit his mistake if he heard this, and the other had a crisp voice, which should be a child.

After thinking about it, Ji Yuan followed the position of the sound memory, left Yongning Street, and entered an old alley.

The alley is about the width of two carriages, and along the way there are houses with walls on the left and right, but the walls are very low, and they belong to the kind that does not exceed the shoulder, but the courtyard gate is higher, and most of the houses in the courtyard are connected by two or three houses.

Every household is pasted with things like the Spring Festival couplets and other things, and some people still hang red lanterns, but there is no door god stove king in this world, and naturally there is no such god statue posted.

Ji Yuan came to find the sound, stopped outside the courtyard of one of the houses, and could hear about four people moving inside, three of them were talking and laughing in the two rooms on the right, and the smell of heat came out, and the other was in the single room on the left, it was the storyteller Wang Li.

This storyteller still aroused some interest in Ji Yuan last night, and now Ji believes in fate very much, since he has encountered it, he plans to take a look.

pinched the blinding method, and jumped into the courtyard lightly, although the door was closed, but he heard the sound of grinding ink and a slightly excited mutter, which made Ji Yuan sure that this person was very excited, and he was not sleepy at all.

"This person even talked about ventriloquism and storytelling for most of the night last night, and it stands to reason that he is the most tired person in the entire Jin Wangfu family banquet, and even Master Yin is so tired that he goes back to sleep, why is this guy so energetic?"

Of course, Wang Li couldn't sleep, the fatigue of the night was nothing, compared to the impact of what he saw and heard last night.

This room is not big, and there is another table of four immortals that serves as a desk, and it is placed against the bed, and Wang Li is sitting on the edge of the bed grinding ink.

After the ink in the inkstone was polished, Wang Li, who was hungry and cold, shivered, pressed the paper on the table with a paperweight, and began to write on the paper after lifting the brush and dipping it in ink, muttering non-stop while writing.

"On the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve of the Jin Palace, Wang was invited to tell a story, and it was a legend of the gods, and it was the emperor's family......"

Wang Li's thinking is extremely clear, he writes quickly, and his handwriting is relatively sloppy.

The emperor sat next to him and asked, the sweat behind the gentleman was three liters, and there was nothing to say about the ghosts and gods, so he racked his thoughts and reluctantly answered...... Before the hour came, the maid of the royal palace made a quiet ceremony...... Suddenly, there was an exclamation outside the hall, and the joy was endless, and the guests went with the emperor, and there was auspiciousness in the atrium......"

Writing this, Wang Li didn't know whether it was cold or excited, the pen in his hand trembled slightly, and he wrote again and again with ink.

"The hundred trees in the garden are green in spring, the garden flowers will bloom a thousand reds, the emperor shouts to invite the gods, and no one responds to ......the white mist biochemistry."

"Ho...... Hiss ......"

When the storyteller wrote this, he put down his pen for the time being, rubbed his hands and sighed, and simply pulled the quilt on the bed behind him and draped it over his body.

"Knock knock~"

"Mr. Wang, your food is ready, I brought it to you!"

"Oh oh oh good, it's coming!"

Wang Li hurriedly got up from the bed and went to the door to help the children who came to deliver food to get things together.

Opening the door, a gust of cold wind paved the surface, making Wang Li shrink even more, and a boy about twelve or thirteen years old stood outside with a tray of steaming rice porridge and steamed buns.

The boy also didn't let Wang Li take the tray, seeing that the gentleman looked shrunk, and was worried about beating the plate, he took the initiative to bring it to the house and take out the things on the tray in the same way.

Ji Yuan also entered the house with the boy, and Wang Li hurriedly closed the door, although it was inevitably darker when the door was closed, but the light transmission of the oiled paper on the doors and windows did not affect the indoor lighting.

"Mr. Wang, are you writing, are you writing a story?"

Wang Li returned to the bed, held up the safflower porridge bowl with both hands to warm his cold hands for a while, and then picked up the chopsticks and began to stir the rice porridge in the bowl, and replied while blowing.

"Yes, I was invited by a big family to tell a story last night, and the pay is secondary, and it is also a witness to an auspicious trace, which is worth the trip, phew... Whew......"

"Slippery... Ho ho... ......

I ate the slightly hot rice porridge with a hot breath, and after swallowing a few bites, my body warmed up.

"Mr. Wang, your writing is not as good as those big gentlemen on Wenqu Street. ”

The boy looked at the scribbled handwriting on the paper curiously, and Ji Yuan looked at Wang Li's appearance, and looked at him to talk about last night's events.

"Hehe, those are orthodox readers, how can I compare, and I'm used to writing faster, as long as I can understand it. ”

Wang Li said this, picked up a bun and tore it open, and just scratched it twice in the porridge bowl, as if using the porridge as a dipping sauce, sending it to his mouth like this, and eating it very deliciously.

"Mr. Wang went to a big house last night, what interesting things are there, tell me!"

This big gentleman has been renting here for half a year, and the boy has long been familiar with him.

"I'm afraid you won't believe it, but I was invited to the palace yesterday, do you know the palace?"

"The palace, where the emperor's son lives?"

"Yes, yes, that's where the emperor's son lives!"

Wang Ligang picked up a piece of pickle and put it in his mouth, and held the chopsticks to the boy to indicate that it was correct.

"I also saw the emperor today!"

The boy's eyes immediately widened.

"What does the emperor look like, is he very tall and strong, is he really as scary as a tiger?"

Wang Li was stunned when he asked this, and even Ji Yuan looked at the boy sideways with a smile.

"Well, very tall and strong, sitting next to him Mr. I don't even dare to breathe, but more interesting things are behind, after the hour comes, the ice and snow in the palace garden actually melt and bloom, many people say that it is auspicious from the sky. ”

The boy scratched his head, a little unimaginable of the scene, but listening to the words that the gentleman said, he felt that it was very powerful.

As if sensing that the boy didn't understand, Wang Li changed his words.

"It's just that there are gods who cast a spell last night, so that all the flowers and trees in the palace garden are budding, and the flowers that bloom in spring, summer and autumn are all in full bloom at that moment, that's beautiful!"

"Wow!"

Now the boy understood, and after exclaiming, he was a little disbelieving.

"It's really fake... Mr. Wang, you didn't lie to me, my father said that you are a storyteller, and you are the best at making up ......"

Wang Li was sullen for a while.

"Your father... Call...... Xiaodong, the storyteller's story is not groundless, most of them are changed according to the prototype, some things are exaggerated but some are actually true things, such as the one I just told sir, I haven't arranged it into a story yet, so it's still my own experience, it's true!"

"Oh, by the way, I'm going to bring hot water to my husband's feet!"

The boy scratched his head, remembering that there was still something missing, so he hurriedly opened the door and went out, and Ji Yuan also happened to go out together, leaving Wang Li alone to eat indoors and think about the details.

Before leaving, he looked back at the storyteller, and then looked at the paper, this person should be more suitable than Master Yin.

Just a moment after the boy left, halfway through the porridge, Wang Li, who inadvertently caught a glimpse of the paper on the table, was suddenly stunned.

"Smack..."

Chopsticks slip to the ground.

Wang Li put down the porridge bowl and cautiously approached the paper, only to see three unfamiliar words appear on it.

Nervously looking left and right, there is no second person in the room except himself.

This handwriting contains the momentum of the extraordinary, at a glance is the work of calligraphy, the key is not how good the word is, but it appeared out of thin air.

"White Deer Rim?"

Wang Li's fingers were slightly entangled, subconsciously touching the paper, and the moment his fingertips touched the paper, his mind was dizzy, and the whole person fell asleep on the bed in a trance.

Under the conveyance of things to the gods, in a way that mortals can bear, Wang Li is having a strange dream......

There was another knock on the door, and the little boy waited for a while and did not see Wang Li respond, so he pushed open the door and went in with hot water, and found that Wang Li had fallen asleep.

"This big sir... I haven't finished the porridge yet, so I'll sleep when I say I'll sleep!"

Muttering, the boy approached quietly, picked up the chopsticks, wiped them on his clothes, put them back on the table, and then helped Wang Li take off his shoes, and covered the quilt a little before tiptoeing out with the hot water basin, and then carefully closed the door.