The two turned their heads to look, and it turned out to be Murong Ping. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Su Zhuo asked, "Why are you here?"

Murong Ping wondered, "Of course I'm going home." There was such a big thing in the White Horse Temple, there were fast catches everywhere, and I didn't have much work to do, so I came back first. ”

Su Zhuo smiled: "Your family lives near here, what a coincidence, do you know where there is a teahouse near here?"

Murong Ping didn't think about it, and said, "There is a Ji Clan's teahouse not far ahead, but how can people like you come here to drink tea?"

Su Zhuo smiled and didn't explain his intentions. The two followed Murong Ping forward, and there was a foul smell from Murong Ping's donkey cart. Su Zhuo knew that this must be a car that pulled dung for the White Horse Temple. The two glanced at each other, shook their heads and smiled bitterly, and had to cover their noses.

Murong Ping was a little taciturn, so Wei Xiu took the initiative to ask, "Murong Ping, why are you already doing chores in the White Horse Temple at such a young age?

Murong Ping said: "My mother died a few years ago, and I never knew who my father was." If you don't work early, will you starve to death?"

His tone was not good, and Wei Xiu was a little stunned. But Su Zhuo and Wei Xiu didn't care, but were a little gloomy. Both of them have experienced the pain of losing their loved ones, and they can feel Murong Ping's tragic experience even more.

Su Zhuo suddenly said: "Murong is the surname of the Xianbei clan, and Tang Taizong had Xianbei bloodline back then. As far as I know, there are few families surnamed Murong in Luoyang City. If you want to find your father, it should be easy. ”

Murong Ping said: "I have followed my mother's surname since I was a child, and I never knew what my father's surname was!"

Su Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and he still needs to ask again. Murong Ping paused, pointed to the front and said, "Well, that's the teahouse you're looking for." There's just one teahouse around here. But I advise you not to go. It's not as dirty and messy as you're used to going......" he said, pulling the car and leaving.

Su Zhuo looked at his back and sighed slightly. Wei Xiu pointed to the teahouse and said, "Let's go, it's quite lively inside." Qu Mei reported that the Ji Teahouse was a bungalow, and it seemed that this was it. ”

Su Zhuo nodded, and the two walked into the door side by side. As soon as they entered the door, the two of them regretted it a little. The teahouse was really dirty and messy as Murong Ping said. A hall twenty paces square, with six or seven square tables in it, each with four stools. The tables and stools were covered with oil, and people didn't want to sit down at all. The room was almost full, and everyone had a large bowl of tea and a pile of peanuts and melon seeds on the table in front of them.

Directly facing the door, there was a table with a table on it. A middle-aged man is sitting behind a table, telling a story. And what he was talking about was the public case back then! Su Zhuo and Wei Xiu glanced at each other, and they both had the same thought in their hearts: It seems that this person is the storyteller they are looking for!

Su Zhuo and Wei Xiu found a table where no one was around. Wei Xiu frowned slightly, and finally sat down. After a while, two bowls of tea came from a small two ends and placed them in front of the two. He grabbed another handful of peanuts and threw them on the table. Su Zhuo gave him a few copper plates, and Xiao Er stopped caring about them and went to listen to the book by himself.

Su Zhuo picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, only to feel bitter and unpalatable. Wei Xiu grew up in the Hou Mansion since he was a child, and he would never drink this tea. She didn't even want to touch her arm to the oil-stained table.

There weren't many people in the teahouse talking, everyone was listening to the storyteller's story. The man had obviously been talking for a while, and was getting to the best part. I saw him holding a folding fan in his hand, and said in his mouth: "That snitch is holding Miss Chen in his arms, and he ran away without a trace as soon as he slipped a cigarette on the roof." Those dog minions of the Chen family, as if they had seen a ghost, could only stare dryly. The snitch carried Miss Chen into the woods, which was inaccessible and no one expected them to be here. Everyone thinks that these ladies are naturally dignified, but in fact, they are no different from the mother-in-law in the west of the city!"

When the people in the room heard this, they all laughed, and many of them had obscene expressions on their faces. These people are unemployed hooligans, who have nothing to do all day, and when they know that the storyteller is going to talk about the most wonderful place, their eyes light up.

Wei Xiu couldn't help frowning, and said in a low voice, "I regret it a little!" When she looked at Su Zhuo, she saw that he was actually listening attentively, and a nameless fire suddenly rose in her heart. Seeing that one or two people in the store cast obscene glances from time to time, it was even more uncomfortable.

The storyteller said, "If you want to say that this rich lady has never seen a man on weekdays." This time, I have been held by this snitch for so long, and I don't want to let go for a long time. The snitch threw her to the ground, and she was still holding the snitch's leg, and she called out a good brother on the left and a handsome man on the right!"

The people in the room laughed out loud at him, and someone shouted: "Is this rich girl's girl so sassy?"

Su Zhuo couldn't help but shake his head, and thought secretly: "These boring people are usually blinded and driven, so they can only vent the anger in their hearts here." He couldn't help but regret a little, what the storyteller said was obviously some boring meat jokes. Did the murderer really learn from this storyteller?

I only heard the storyteller: "Then Miss Chen didn't wait for the snitch to do it, so she untied her clothes and took them off naked." If you want to say that this rich lady is strong with our mother-in-law, she is strong here. Behold the body, white and pure, white and red, like a skinned lamb. That skin is even smoother than satin......"

There was a sound of swallowing saliva in the tea room. The storyteller continued, "The woman took off her own clothes, and came to undress the snitch, and was more dexterous than the girls in the brothel......!

The latter words are naturally very obscene. Wei Xiu couldn't help but cover his ears, his face flushed. Su Zhuo couldn't help coughing embarrassedly. The others became more and more excited, wishing they had become the snitch themselves.

The storyteller added: "The two of them fought for three hundred rounds, and they were so tired that they were out of breath, and they couldn't move when they lay on the ground. Miss Chen Jia's first taste of personnel is very satisfying. But the snitch was not satisfied! He suddenly tied Miss Chen's hands and feet with his belt, and gagged her with clothes. The snitch took out a leather whip and whipped the woman on the carcass with all his might. On the snow-white skin, a bright red whip mark was suddenly left, like a flower. The snitch laughed while whipping, and kept scolding in his mouth, little ****, little slut ......"

When the guests in the teahouse heard this, some of them became even more pleasant, and their faces turned red. Others frowned and shook their heads. Wei Xiu naturally covered his ears all the time and didn't listen to anything. Su Zhuo's face sank, this person's eloquence was really convenient, and he spoke eloquently, which was really immersive.

The storyteller also laughed, and continued: "The snitch hit the girl without a little good flesh on her body, and then nodded in satisfaction. But the girl still had a breath, so he took the knife and slashed at the girl's throat! Finally the snitch packed up all the girl's clothes and took them all back. The one is going to ask, why did this snitch take the clothes?"

Everyone shouted "ah" and exclaimed, as if they couldn't imagine that this snitch actually killed people like this, and they didn't seem to be able to figure out why they took away their clothes. At this time, I heard a "pop" sound, and the storyteller slapped the waking wood and said, "I know what will happen next, please come back tomorrow!"

The crowd was still unsatisfied, and the storyteller was already smiling and began to clean up the guy on the table. Wei Xiu saw someone get up and go out, and finally let go of the hand covering his ears. She saw that Su Zhuo was still in a trance, and said angrily: "Su Zhuo, are you still unsatisfied?"

Su Shumu shook his head, as if he was talking to himself: "He said it in real detail, and there was no mistake at all...... If the murderer has nothing to do with him, I don't believe it!" )