Upon seeing this, lame old Xu glanced at Dugu Yi who was drinking. After all, the protagonist of the story was his second brother Dugu Yi. If he wanted to talk about his past in person, he had to see his opinion.
But seeing that Dugu Yi didn't have the slightest intention to mind, he just drank by himself.
Lame old Xu looked at Yu Liufei's sincere eyes and said tentatively, "Then... let's have a session?"
Lame old Xu said this, but his eyes glanced at Dugu Yi from the corner of his eye. This sentence was obviously not meant for Yu Liufei.
Yu Liufei cried out happily and said loudly: "Uncle Xu, let's do this!!!"
Dugu Yi waved his hand and said with a smile: "Let's have a chat. We only spend half a day together. Since this silly boy likes to listen, let's have a chat."
Hearing this, lame old Xu coughed deeply, cleared his throat, and said loudly:
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Then let’s do some! ! Brat, listen carefully!
Let’s talk about that day, there was mist and rain, and the meandering lake was hazy.
It was early in the morning, and most of the boatmen were still sleeping soundly in their boat awnings. There were only a few scattered guests waiting to board the boat at the lakeside ferry.
A swordsman held his sword and slowly reached the ferry. He walked to the edge of a boat canopy, tapped the canopy a few times with his fingers, and whispered: "Boatman, get out of the boat!" '
When the sleeping boatman heard this, he turned over and muttered, "Don't make any noise. Call me when there are seven or eight people crossing the lake." '
When the swordsman heard this, he took a piece of silver from his arms and threw it directly between the sail rails, hitting the boatman's quilt directly.
The boatman was about to get angry, so he sat up and was about to curse, "That one who doesn't have eyes, doesn't cross people in unison, doesn't know the rules...?" '
When he finished speaking, he looked at the silver on the quilt and saw a large piece of silver. He stretched out his hand to grab it and took a bite. It was indeed silver, a full five taels. That's right, this piece was enough for him to go back and forth for ten days. Trip.
'How many people are crossing the lake? 'The boatman then stopped his rough voice and asked outside with a smile.
'one person! The swordsman held his sword and whispered, "If you go out to the lake, five taels of silver will be yours." '
When the boatman heard this, he was overjoyed. He wrapped his clothes, opened the canvas curtain and ran out. He looked at the swordsman in a bamboo hat with a few stubbles and asked, "My hero, are you going to cross the lake?" '
The swordsman walked up and replied, 'It's me. '
'Then can I get a few more people? As the boatman packed up the wooden oars and got out of the boat, he asked the guests. After all, there was only one person ferrying, so there was a lot of empty space. If he took a few more people, he could still make some loose money.
The swordsman replied coldly: 'Why, the chartered boat is not enough? Then I should try another one? '
'Enough, enough, enough! ! When you get on the boat, only you will be taken. The boatman knew that five taels of silver was enough for him to run back and forth ten times, so he immediately changed his mind and agreed.
Knowing that the guest was unwilling to cross with others, it seemed that the guest had a bad temper. He saw the swordsman standing at the bow of the boat, and then rowed away.
On one side, several people who had just arrived at the waterhouse shouted and wanted to follow them across the river, but the boatman repeatedly waved their hands and refused.
'I wonder where you are going, sir? 'The boatman looked at the swordsman holding the sword on the bow and asked Wen Yan.
The swordsman replied: "Liujiawan." '
The boatman frowned and replied: "Sir, you are a foreigner. You may not know that today falls on the 15th day of the twelfth lunar month. It is the day when the Prime Minister of the State goes on a tour of the lake. Liujiawan is where he travels. That section of the lake is closed today." You can’t go to the lake.”
The swordsman replied in a deep voice: "Then send me to Baihezhu."
'Well, sir, please stand still. This lake is deep. The boatman was puzzled. This guy knew clearly that today was the fifteenth day and only boats could reach Baihezhu, but he insisted on going to Liujiawan. He thought he was an outsider. He also knew that Baihezhu was really a weirdo.
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The swordsman straightened his bamboo hat and placed it gently on the edge of the pavilion of the attic boat.
Many guards were already dead in the lake, and the sword in his hand was placed so gently on the small table where Xiang Guo was drinking tea.
The bright red blood was dripping, and the two maids on one side lowered their heads tremblingly, not daring to make any move.
The elegant girl playing the piano in the gauze curtain with beaded curtains on one side was still playing the song "Yu'erang" softly, without any pause on the strings, without any hint of panic.
She is the close guard of the Prime Minister and one of the few masters in the world who can use the nine-stringed harp as a weapon.
The hand that plays the piano is slightly raised, and the word "Yu" is in a high-pitched tone, with a solemn meaning.
Outside the pavilion on the top of the boat, there were not many guards left.
The drizzle outside fell gently on the boat canopy, making no sound.
The breeze gently swept through the old Xiangguo's snow-white hair, seeming to bring a drizzle of sadness.
After all, he is the prime minister of a country under one person. He has never seen anything like this. He is still admiring the rain. He leans on his tiger-skin plush chair and gently touches the elephant bone finger hanging on his thumb, and then elegantly He picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
In the curtain, the sound of the piano became melodious and urgent, and the boat floated slowly to the shore of the red maple. The sound of the piano brought down the red maple leaves, falling down gracefully.
Xiangguo gently dropped the teacup in his hand on the table. He tapped the table three times with his index finger, then picked up a teacup covering one side of the coffee table, placed it on the opposite side, and slowly added seven minutes of tea. .
The woman inside the curtain listened and understood. Her hand playing the piano slowed down a little, and the sound of the piano became gentle and delicate again.
Because she knew the prime minister's intention well, she said three times not to do anything for the time being.
The swordsman smiled slightly. Why couldn't he hear the sound of the piano and not be impatient? It was mixed with a trace of internal energy, which showed that the person playing the piano had deep internal energy.
The real protection is not outside, but inside the veil.
Xiangguo gave the swordsman a wink, looked at the teacup, and made a gesture of invitation.
The swordsman glanced at the tea that Lord Xiangguo poured for him, reached out to pick it up, and took a sip.
'Tell me why you're here! 'Xiang Guo asked slowly.
The swordsman asked: "Xingzhou is flooded and the people are in dire straits. Where does the disaster relief money allocated by the emperor go?"
Since then, he has been taken to Xingzhou and sent by the Xingzhou County Governor to various places affected by waterlogging. 'Xiang Guo replied calmly.
The swordsman asked again: "Send it to everywhere?" Can you have a clear conscience? '
Xiang Guo frowned, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said to the maid beside him: "Go and find me the Xingzhou County Sheriff." '
The maid turned around and ran out tremblingly.
After about an hour, the drizzle stopped.
The ancient red maple trees on the shore still occasionally slowly drop their leaves onto the lake.
The guard officers and soldiers from three levels inside and three levels outside were already surrounded outside the painting boat, and they were at war with each other.
The Xingzhou County Sheriff was dressed in a snake uniform, with his official hat a little off. He hurriedly ran up the steps on the bow of the ship, staggered, and knelt down outside the pavilion, letting his clothes get caught on the ship's board. Standing water soaks and wets.
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"It's getting late. It's time to pack up and hit the road. If we keep talking, we won't be able to get to Kangzhou City tonight." On one side, 'Jiang Yi' shook his wine gourd, which had bottomed out, and stood up slowly. muttered.
Hearing this, Lame Old Xu quickly stopped his interest in storytelling and said to Yu Liufei: "Oh, let's not talk anymore. I became more interested in storytelling, but I forgot the time and delayed things. Let's go, let's continue. On our way."
Yu Liufei frowned. Just when he heard the wonderful part, Uncle Xu stopped talking and curled his lips and said: "Oh, Uncle Xu... tell me, what happened next!!! Tell me..."
Uncle Liu then stood up and muttered: "Okay, brat, this section, 'When the rain stops and the leaves fall, ask the state officials if they can bring peace to the world.' All calligraphers know how to tell it. When you get to Kangzhou City later, go to the teahouse and listen to it yourself. , it’s important to hurry up first, I don’t want to sleep in the open.”
