The storyteller immediately retorted: "The three armies of Jin'an are strong, but the Northern Liao cavalry are not soft persimmons. Back then, the Northern Liao cavalry were leaderless and were defeated. Who can say that the complete Beiling cavalry is not the opponent of the three armies of Jin'an?" ?”
"Are you using strong words to make sense..." Chu Zhongan said disdainfully.
Hearing this, the storyteller smiled proudly and said: "The people of Yingzhou are tough and warlike, the Northern Liao cavalry are well-equipped and well-trained, and Song Dazu is a rare and famous general. If it is not God's will, our Northern Liao army may not be able to repel the Jin." Anjun!"
Chu Zhongan snorted coldly and said with a smile: "Mr. Wen Qiang Ji, is there a word you know?"
The storyteller fanned his chest with a folding fan, and said with a proud smile: "I can barely say that I know astronomy, geography, and people. Brother, please tell me."
Chu Zhongan was even more disdainful when he heard this. He shouted: "That word is called the winner and the loser! Look through the history books and find that Jin An almost completely defeated the Northern Liao cavalry. The Great Ancestor of the Song Dynasty was a famous general, but he was not a soldier. Even if there were three more The Great Ancestor of the Song Dynasty and the Northern Liao Dynasty also ended in a major defeat."
The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly shouted: "You! Your kid is here to cause trouble! Come on, get him out!"
Immediately, several teahouse waiters rushed to Chu Zhongan's side. Before Chu Zhongan could make a move, a figure rushed in front of the waiters and knocked them to the ground in three strokes.
The storyteller had a look of horror on his face, his body trembled slightly, and he finally realized that he had encountered something serious.
"What on earth do you want to do?" the storyteller shouted.
At this moment, the teahouse owner who was standing aside came over. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a well-proportioned figure and a shrewd look on his face.
"My guest, you are just listening to a book for fun. Why should you be serious? My guys are not sensible and there is nothing to say if they are taught a lesson. However, my little teahouse is the property of Mr. Yuan of Xinle City. The guest officer can ask around, if anyone offends Mr. Yuan, it will be a big deal!"
The shopkeeper looked kind when he first spoke, but his face suddenly hardened, his tone became colder, and the threat was evident in his words.
Judging from the shopkeeper's tone, this so-called Mr. Yuan has a great background, but Chu Zhongan didn't care. He smiled and said: "This gentleman and I express our opinions and have no intention of causing trouble. Don't worry, shopkeeper!"
Chu Zhongan looked up at the storyteller with a provocative expression on his face and said, "Old sir, I still have something to say!"
The storyteller's eyes dodge, not daring to look at Chu Zhongan, but the shopkeeper said coldly: "Sir, are you not giving Mr. Yuan face?"
Chu Zhongan felt disdainful. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the voice of a man next to him saying impatiently: "What ape, monkey, stop making noise here and let this little brother continue!"
"This..." The shopkeeper saw that the person speaking was the young man in white who had usurped Cheng Ming's position. He swallowed back what he was about to say. These two young gentlemen were not something he, the young shopkeeper, could afford to offend.
The shopkeeper stepped aside and stopped interfering in the matter between Chu Zhongan and Mr. Storyteller. The knocked down guys also crawled to the shopkeeper's side. The shopkeeper whispered in the ear of a very clever looking guy, that guy He ran out without anyone noticing.
When Chu Zhongan saw the shopkeeper retreating, he looked at the young man in white with a kind face.
The young man in white met Chu Zhongan's eyes. His eyes suddenly widened, and then he looked confused, as if he was remembering something. He sat down and ignored Chu Zhongan.
"The combat power of the Jin'an Army and the Northern Chu Army has been judged by history for a long time. The so-called final conclusion cannot be made up by a little scholar like you!" Chu Zhongan stepped forward again and said sternly.
The storyteller was shocked by Chu Zhongan's momentum. He shrank his head and said, "You are right..."
"Now what I want to say is the second point! Your claim that a woman is harming the country is simply ridiculous!"
When the storyteller saw that Chu Zhongan wanted to continue talking, he moved his chair back with a timid look on his face, as if he was afraid that Chu Zhongan would rush to the stage and beat him up.
He plucked up the courage and said: "Isn't it true that the King of Northern Liao favored Xi Niang and neglected political affairs all day long? Then what Qing and Zao Ji did was not the same as Xi Niang back then? Where did I say it wrong?"
"What a big mistake! A woman's mistake for the country is an excuse for the king's mistake for the country! How can a woman be blamed for the rise and fall of the country? If the king is wise, he will not fall into ruin when he meets the most charming woman!" Chu Zhongan said excitedly.
Without waiting for the storyteller to refute, Chu Zhongan continued: "Historical data records that although Xi Niang was born extremely beautiful, she was not dissolute. She had repeatedly advised the king of the Northern Liao Dynasty to be diligent in government affairs and treat the people well. However, the woman spoke softly, and the Northern Liao Dynasty Is it strange that the King of Liao ignored the government and married a weak woman?"
The storyteller blushed and said, "Even if what you said is correct, it is true that when Jin'an troops came to the city, Xiniang persuaded the King of Northern Liao to open the city gate and surrender. Isn't it true that the King of Northern Liao was strangled to death by Zhao Mingheng with a bowstring?"
"What you said is all true, but Xi Niang's move has only merit and no guilt. The King of Northern Liao surrendered, so no lives were lost in Yingzhou. Even the Northern Liao cavalry survived for the most part. If the war really started, these Yingzhou children would have How many can survive!"
The storyteller gritted his teeth and said, "She must have sinned by killing the King of Northern Liao, right?"
Chu Zhongan said seriously: "It's been less than twenty years. As a storyteller and a native of Yingzhou, I don't believe you don't understand what happened at that time. After Zhao Mingheng read out the ten major sins of the King of Northern Liao, he wanted to kill Bei outside the city gate. The King of Liao beheaded him in public display, but Xi Niang persuaded him to die.
"She slammed her head into the city wall and died. Only then did Zhao Mingheng change his mind. Finally, he strangled the King of Northern Liao to death with a bowstring. Just as Xi Niang said before she died: How can the death of a king lead to a different body? She can be regarded as retaining the last bit of dignity for Bei Liao. Isn’t it something you, a storyteller, can decide on the merits and demerits of?”
"As for what you said about Zao Ji's relationship with Taichu, it was not a matter of a woman harming the country, but Li Boqian's stupidity and the conspiracy of the Qinghe people!"
As soon as Chu Zhongan finished speaking, there were a lot of discussions behind him. Everyone was accusing Chu Zhongan of despising Emperor Taichu. You must know that even after Xinhan and Dongxia occupied Yingzhou, they did not take any action against the remaining Taichu royal family. Although the grudges among the people have been It has been a long time, but Taichu's orthodox status is still difficult to shake for a while.
At this moment, the young man in white turned around and said angrily: "You are chattering here, if you don't want to hear it, get out!"
His words were very effective, and the scene immediately became quiet.
When Chu Zhongan saw that there was no more noise behind him, he continued: "Prosperity is a man's contribution, death is a woman's fault. This is simply the biggest joke in the world!"
"Well said!" The young man in white said loudly. As he said this, he and the young man in black clapped. There was also sparse applause from the audience, and most of the applauders were women.
The storyteller stood up and pointed at Chu Zhongan and shouted loudly: "This kid is just here to cause trouble. Shopkeeper, if you ignore this kid and let him do whatever he wants, our teahouse will be doomed. We can't afford Mr. Yuan's blame." .”
The shopkeeper's face changed slightly, but he remained unmoved. He said with a smile: "This guest officer is very knowledgeable. We have all learned from it. If there is nothing else, let's leave like this. Tea for everyone here today." The money is waived. I hope you don’t publicize what happened today, otherwise Mr. Yuan will blame you and it will be very difficult for you and me!"
Those who drank tea were very happy when they heard that the tea price was free, but when they heard that the shopkeeper offered Mr. Yuan, their expressions were condensed, and they were all in awe of this mysterious Mr. Yuan.
With a "pop" sound, the young man in white took out a gold ingot and threw it on the table and said: "I've paid for today's tea money. You can say whatever you want when you go out. What a bullshit Mr. Monkey. If you have the ability, just come to me." Trouble!"
This gold ingot is exactly the same as the two that were thrown to Cheng Ming. It is enough to buy a teahouse, not to mention renting a restaurant. At this time, the young man in white looks extremely arrogant!
"Oh? I wonder who dares to come to Yuan's territory to cause trouble!" A man's majestic voice came from outside the door.
As soon as the voice fell, a strong man of about fifty came in with a group of young people holding sharp weapons. Those young people were all uniformed in black training uniforms. As soon as they came in, they drew their swords and faced Chu Zhongan, Liu Ziling and Two gentlemen.
This sturdy man was a bit smaller than Cheng Ming, but he gave the impression that he was more dangerous. He had scars on his face and arms, and it seemed that he had experienced many fights.
It was the boy sent by the shopkeeper who called Mr. Yuan.
"I'm Yuan Jue, the leader of the Hanhai Gang in Xinle City. I don't know your surname!" the strong man said, neither humble nor overbearing.
The Hanhai Gang is considered the largest gang in Xinle City. Over the years, it has been considered a black and white gang. It has done bad things and done good things. It is considered the dominant gang in Xinle City. The gang leader Yuan Jue is even more powerful in Xinle City by virtue of his status as a little master. The city says the same thing.
However, after Gu Daoxuan became a saint two months ago, a saint made it clear that he was not allowed to do evil in Xinle City. Naturally, the Hanhai Gang washed their hands in a golden basin. From then on, they were completely cleansed and started serious business.
However, with the power and prestige of the largest gang in Xinle City, it is easier to do serious business with half the effort.
In just two months, the Hanhai Gang's industry has spread across all aspects of Xinle City. In addition, Xinle City has gathered a large number of people and wealth, and the Hanhai Gang has made a lot of money during this period. Yuan Jue is even better than I had to speak a little more forcefully before.
Chu Zhongan was about to speak, but he was overtaken by the young man in white: "What is the Hanhai Gang? Who do you think you are? Stop making noise here, otherwise I will beat you all over the place!"
Yuan Jue was not angry at all but laughed and said: "Where did this young boy come from? He didn't even know about the Hanhai Gang and dared to come to Xinle City to work in Xinle City. Please bear witness to Yuan that our Hanhai Gang did not bully him. This kid came to my Hanhai Gang property to cause trouble and made rude remarks. If I teach him a lesson now, the saint won’t blame him!"
"If you want to fight, just fight, no need to waste words!" The young master in white didn't take Yuan Jue seriously at all, he said with a look.
