"Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of morality, fame after Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties..."
After an introductory poem, the storyteller patted the wood on his back and said:
"Let's say that when the emperor came to Zhending Mansion, he saw Liao soldiers and horses coming to kill him outside the city. They were all like wolves and tigers, as if they were fierce."
"For a time, the people were frightened, the ministers were worried, and there were many who were timid and afraid of fighting, so they all came forward to take shelter temporarily."
"When the Holy One saw this, he drew his sword, stood up, and cut the case vigorously. He looked around and said, 'I am personally on the battlefield for the sake of the people. Those who want to retreat will do this!'"
...
The first part of the story depicts the tall and wise image of the emperor, which immediately attracted him and made him smile.
Even his face, which had turned pale due to injury, turned rosy.
The emperor seemed to have remembered something, glanced at Cao Bin, and scolded:
"Juncai, if I remember correctly, this thing was fabricated by your subordinates, right?"
"Why is it so untrue?"
Cao Bin quickly said "aggrieved":
"I only told the editor the general process, but they filled in the details themselves."
"This matter has nothing to do with Wei Chen!"
Hearing this, the emperor nodded with satisfaction, then waved his hand and said:
"Forget it this time, it won't happen next time!"
Seeing this, Pan Renmei hurriedly laughed and said:
"Your Majesty, I don't blame Zhong Jinghou for this. In fact, I can't remember the details."
"I just think this story fits His Majesty's image very well."
Hearing this, Bao Zheng was speechless. Although he was not present at the scene in person, he knew that 90% of it was false.
He agreed that the emperor's good image would help the people trust the court.
But he was worried that the emperor would lose himself in these flattery, so he was a little unhappy.
In history, many foolish kings fell down little by little.
After all, he still couldn't stand this kind of flattery.
Seeing Bao Zheng glaring at him, Cao Bin smiled and said:
"Master Bao, please don't glare at me. Prime Minister Wang has personally reviewed the stories."
The emperor coughed and said:
"Don't worry about Bao Qing's family. Juncai is busy with official duties on weekdays. How can he have time to tell his subordinates the details of the war?"
"These are just random guesses by the people below."
This time even Pan Renmei was speechless.
If someone else is busy with official duties, he agrees. If someone says Cao Bin has no time, who will believe it?
I have never seen such a lazy person.
Most of the official work depends on subordinates, and he eats, drinks and has fun himself.
Perhaps it was because Cao Bin didn't have much desire for power. If it were him, he would be reluctant to delegate so much authority.
The other diners listened with great interest, but Fang Jinzhi and his party were quite disdainful. One of the men sneered in a low voice:
"This kind of story is false as soon as it is heard. It's a shame that they believe it."
Later, the storyteller talked about Cao Bin fighting against ten generals.
This is the climax of the story, but it is not exaggerated because the incident itself is exaggerated enough.
It just adds a lot of psychological description of Cao Bin.
The focus was on his loyalty and "feelings for family and country", but his martial arts skills were weakened a lot.
As the saying goes, the strong wind knows the strong grass.
Anyone who is good at telling stories knows that the more dangerous the environment the protagonist faces, the more it reflects his character...
At this time, the storyteller was saying:
"As the saying goes, the Lord humiliates his ministers to death, and the Lord worries about their labors. When Zhongjing Hou saw the Holy Master and was worried, he couldn't help but think of Zhuge Wuhou's words of exhausting himself."
"I gritted my teeth, stamped my feet, and thought to myself, since ancient times, no one has ever died, and his loyalty has been left to illuminate the youth of China. Although today there will be no life after death, it is also the time to be loyal."
"So he took the iron-pointed steel spear, got on his horse, and left the city..."
Hearing this, the emperor was moved to tears, grabbed Cao Bin's hand and said:
"Juncai, I have failed you..."
Seeing that the storyteller described Cao Bin's psychology in such detail, the emperor took it for granted that this was Cao Bin's own description.
Cao Bin calmly withdrew his hand and said solemnly:
"Why is your Majesty doing this? This is my duty..."
He was a little suspicious that he might have exaggerated a little too much.
Bao Zheng could not help but admire:
"Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyalty will be remembered by history. How can a non-sincere person say such sincere words?"
"This sentence can be used as a warning to Bao!"
Cao Bin quickly said modestly:
"Master Bao also knows that Cao is not good at writing, but he expresses his feelings and expresses his feelings..."
Bao Zheng looked at Cao Bin with even more affection and said solemnly:
"Just because you are illogical, you are more precious and sincere."
As he spoke, he shook his head again and said:
"However, it is wrong not to study after all. I have three volumes of reading experience, and I will send someone to deliver them to your home soon."
"We have to work hard to make progress!"
Cao Bin was suddenly stunned and was sure that he had tricked him.
Ma De, is Bao Zheng getting involved with him again?
At this time, the storyteller had already begun to tell the climax of Cao Bin's battle with ten generals.
It is said to be full of dangers and extremely exciting.
In his mouth, it seemed that Cao Bin would be killed by Liao generals at any time...
The people in the restaurant were listening attentively when the storyteller slapped the wood to wake him up and said:
"If you want to hear what happened next, please listen to the breakdown next time."
The diners immediately stopped and shouted:
"Go on, although Cao Bin won, the Liao army has not retreated yet."
"Made, you're halfway through your shit, be careful I'll chop you to death!"
When the storyteller saw this, he was so frightened that he bowed his head repeatedly and said with a wry smile:
"I haven't memorized the following book yet, so I won't be able to read it for a while."
After saying that, he ran away.
At this time, there was already a lively discussion in the restaurant:
Someone said in surprise:
"I didn't expect that this kid Cao Bin is actually quite capable."
"That's a Liao man. I heard that they are all like wolves and tigers. He actually defeated ten generals."
After hearing this, someone agreed:
"Isn't Cao Bin a dandy? I've heard of him in Jiangnan, and they all said that this guy is extremely ridiculous and not a thing."
As soon as these words came out, they immediately aroused everyone's anger. The person from before said:
"You foreigners don't know anything. Although I am a man from Bianjing, I am usually ridiculous."
"But when it comes to serious matters, we are no weaker than others."
"Do you know why the emperor wants to make Cao Bin the Supreme Lord of Divine Power?"
"That's because Cao Bin's martial arts skills were unrivaled and scared the Liao people away from fighting, so he got this title."
Hearing this, the emperor nodded with a smile and said to Cao Bin and the others:
"What this person said is quite right. That's what I mean."
At this time, someone else said:
"Although Cao Bin is unreliable, he is still my Bianjing son. It's not your outsiders' turn to make irresponsible remarks."
"Besides, Cao Bin hasn't done anything bad in the past few years, right?"
After hearing this, someone immediately nodded in agreement and said:
"Who doesn't have a young and wild boy? I think Cao Bin will definitely stop messing around as he gets older..."
When everyone heard this, they nodded one after another with pride on their faces.
Cao Bin did not expect that the publicity effect this time was so good and that his reputation in Bianjing would become so good.
But if you praise me, you can praise me. There is no point in repeating old scores.
