Picking up the bowl of long-awaited willow leaf snow, Han Bing had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoNow this wine is no longer the spoils of war obtained by his own tricks, but a deed of sale signed after being blackmailed!

The crisp wine flowed into the sorrowful bowels of Baijie, and the refreshing aroma of wine washed away some of the bitterness in the cold heart. He shook his head, deciding to put aside his future troubles for now, because there was something that was a little uneasy for him to solve.

"Elder Meng," Han Bing pointed to the corner where he had stopped for a long time, "Where did those puppets come from? Why haven't you seen them before?"

Meng Jinghong glanced at the corner nonchalantly, "Those were all turned out of the old things by Jin Liang the day before yesterday, thinking that maybe we could put on a few puppet shows in the theater garden and attract more guests to watch, otherwise this troupe would not be able to sustain itself." ”

"How come there are two puppets wearing northerner costumes?"

Meng Jinghong couldn't help frowning when he heard this, stood up suddenly, walked to the corner where the dolls were stacked, narrowed his eyes and took a closer look, and shook his head for a while before he shook his head and said: "I didn't expect Jin Liang to turn these old things out! Those puppets are indeed Beirong people, and the play at that time was the story of Ling Tian, the king of Zhenbei, who defeated Yu Wenxiong, the lord of Beirong, in Jingjiang. ”

"Zhenbei King Ling Tian vs. Beirong Wang Yu Wenxiong?, why have I never heard of such a wonderful story?" Han Bing couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I'm afraid few people still remember this story now!, just because although Ling Tian is the king of Zhenbei in Dayu, he is a hermit!" Meng Jinghong sighed, "The world of this Haoxing family was originally taken by the hermits with the help of the hermits, but now, the hermits in Dayu are about to be wiped out by them! And the old things of the past, I am afraid that even the historians did not dare to write easily, and the truth gradually disappeared like this——"

Although Song Qingfeng had never heard the story of this king of Zhenbei, he couldn't help but feel respect when he heard Meng Jinghong say that he had defeated the Beirong army, so he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and said loudly: "No amount of killing can stop the mouths of everyone! Even if the annals of history are written by emperors, the truth will exist forever in heaven and earth, and future generations will eventually have a fair commentary on this history!"

Han Bing glanced at him, with a rare solemn look in his expression, and said to Meng Jinghong: "Old Meng, these puppets are still good to destroy." ”

Meng Jinghong didn't speak, slowly walked back to the table with his hands behind his back, and sat down.

Song Qingfeng didn't say anything, but secretly wondered in his heart, why did this cold ice, who caused trouble everywhere, suddenly become so cautious? It's just some old puppets, even if it's a story about the hidden people, it's all in the past, can someone really charge the troupe with colluding with the hidden people?

Seeing that Meng Jinghong didn't answer his words, Han Bing knew that this old man was reluctant to give up those old things. Because he had long heard that Meng Jinghong had a peculiar habit, everything he looked at, whether valuable or not, should be properly stored after he got it, and he would never take it out for sale or even discard. Therefore, although he has stolen countless treasures in his life, he is just a strange person who owns the treasures of the world but is still destitute.

"Although these dolls look extremely old, but if you look closely, their clothes are gorgeous and delicate, and their faces are lifelike, I think they should be things in the palace, right?"

As soon as Han Bing's words came out, Song Qingfeng immediately understood the meaning of his words just now. If these dolls are really in the palace, then they should be extremely rare among the people. Now that they've been in the crowded house for at least a day, they've probably been seen by the troupe and even some outsiders. Once one of them inadvertently mentions this matter outside, if it is heard by someone who cares, it will cause great trouble to Meng Jinghong.

"These dolls are indeed things in the palace. Not only that, but they were also the beloved objects of Princess Qingping. Meng Jinghong finally spoke in a deep voice.

Hearing this amazing secret, Han Bing and Song Qingfeng were stunned for a while.

"Alas, I'm getting older, and my eyes have been getting worse and worse in the past two years, and I really don't have much energy to take care of these treasures of mine! But these puppets, speaking of which, they weren't my Meng Jinghong's stuff in the first place. I'm just keeping them on behalf of others, and their real owner is actually Ling Tian, the king of Zhenbei!"

"Ling Tian?!" Song Qingfeng couldn't help but want to go over and take a good look at the dolls left by the King of Zhenbei, but as soon as his legs were slightly exerted, he trembled with pain, so he had to stretch his neck in vain and take a few more glances at the corner where the dolls were stacked.

In contrast, Ice was much luckier. He was already sitting closer to those dolls, and after listening to Meng Jinghong's words, he couldn't help but be curious, stood up and walked over, and reached out to pick up a puppet, and looked at it over and over. Then he raised his eyes and saw that Song Qingfeng was looking at this side anxiously, so he couldn't help but smile and threw the puppet in his hand to him.

Song Qingfeng held this foot-tall doll and admired it for a long time, only to feel that this doll was indeed as Fang Cai Hanbing said, extremely delicate and meticulous, but other than that, there was nothing else special. It's really hard to think of why Ling Tian, a great hero who stands up to the sky, would be interested in this kind of thing?

"Elder Meng, are these puppets from Princess Qingping?" Han Bing suddenly asked.

Meng Jinghong raised his head and was silent for a long time, then suddenly sighed and said, "I thought that this secret would go to the grave with me, but since today is a coincidence, you have seen these puppets, and I think it is all fate." Anyway, I will tell you the unknown story of Ling Tian and Princess Qingping, so that there will be two more people in this world who can remember them. ”

As soon as Han Bing heard that Meng Jinghong was going to tell a story, and it was also a story about Ling Tian and Princess Qingping, he was very excited, and hurriedly walked back to the table and sat down. As soon as he sat down, he heard a slight gasping sound from the opposite side, and when he looked up, it was Song Qingfeng who was looking at him with some concern.

In fact, just when Fang Bing got up to look at those dolls, Song Qingfeng had already found a few blood stains on the hem of the white shirt he was wearing, and knew that the wound on this kid's buttocks must have been cracked. It's just that he thought that since he had been gritting his teeth and enduring it like this, he must not want Meng Jinghong to find out, so why did he have to do anything to expose this matter? However, when he saw Han Bing sitting back on the hardwood chair as if nothing had happened, he still couldn't help but gasp for him in pain.

Han Bing just smiled at him, turned his head to Meng Jinghong and said, "Old Meng, since you want to tell a story, then you don't drink anymore, and the rest of this altar of willow leaf snow is still up to Brother Song and me-"

Meng Jinghong couldn't help but glare, "Without wine, how can this story be told?!, do you know that I only heard this story after drinking wine with Ling Tian all night!"

Han Bing and Song Qingfeng glanced at each other and were immediately silent. Song Qingfeng also took the initiative to put his wine bowl in front of Meng Jinghong, and Han Bing also opened another jar of wine on the side, respectfully filling the wine for the old man.

Meng Jinghong nodded with satisfaction, stroked the white hair under his chin, and slowly told the two young people who were listening intently about the long past.