"The teahouse on the roadside is full of people."
"There were two or three shouts coming from the street."
"Walk a fan in front of others, and slap the table when you wake up."
"Dear judges, please listen carefully."
"This country is full of wind and rain, and the years are like mountains and rivers."
"The glint of swords, the wasted life, the battle of iron armor, the mountains and rivers of blood."
"Let's see how he talks like a river, holds a sword in the sky, and asks the vast earth how to break free."
"The girl in the boudoir is guarding the withered city alone."
"Just for the person I once was."
"That Qin Huai idiot is inseparable from one another."
"Who would have thought that we would never see each other again."
"This country is full of wind and rain, and the years are like mountains and rivers."
"The chivalrous bones and soft intestines have made many onlookers here drunk."
"I am just a wanderer, a wanderer from the end of the world."
"A lonely shadow on a cold boat, and passers-by in the rivers and lakes, helping each other."
"The mountains and rivers are picturesque, each one has his own journey."
"So many people in the world have suffered so much."
"That beauty is so delicate. She loves to watch heroes."
"The bloody storm in the world has been put to an end."
"The pavilions in the city have weathered many times."
"A wanderer from the end of the world has a dream of yellow beams."
"The gods and ghosts are different, it's ridiculous."
"Have a little chat and laugh, half a stranger."
"The country grows old easily, and becomes mottled several times."
"Idiots and chivalrous girls have so much love."
"Wine and sword follow the horse, a stranger in a foreign land."
"Storytelling today is just for life."
"Snapped!"
Strikingly striking the table.
In the teahouse opposite Zuixian Tower, the storyteller got a manuscript yesterday afternoon. When he saw the libretto, he couldn't put it down and was overjoyed.
When I saw the content behind it, I was just stunned for a moment.
He is a storyteller, and he tells stories just to make a living, to earn a little money, and to support his family.
He likes to talk, and listeners also like to listen.
As for the content of the storytelling, it is naturally composed of ups and downs, fascinating and strange stories.
Or, let’s talk about some biographies of people from ancient times to the present.
Historical records such as the Three Brothers in Taoyuan, the Battle of Chibi, or the Battle of Changping, etc., and add a little bit of his own words to make the story more beautiful and attractive.
As for this manuscript, the libretto at the front is definitely the best, describing the feelings of children, men and women in the world.
Just the lyrics of this song can definitely make him famous.
As for the following content, it is about the prince of Xiliang being arrogant and domineering at the Winter Solstice Poetry Festival, writing limericks, and finally flying away in shame, which is quite good.
The storyteller did not wait until the next morning for the show to begin.
Just as the lanterns were starting to turn on, he asked the teahouse to light up the heater, sent people to notify a few regular customers, and then started shouting.
Just a moment.
There were more than a dozen listeners sitting in the teahouse.
The storyteller cleared his throat.
Start singing lyrics.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the audience's eyes lit up.
Half a cup of tea and a song.
There was silence.
More than a dozen listeners have not yet woken up from this wonderful libretto.
The storyteller was very satisfied with the result.
To know.
After the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty, heroes from all walks of life, including the righteous, evil, and demonic sects, have been attacking.
Even those aristocratic families that have been passed down for hundreds of years are somewhat afraid of Jianghu people.
Because if you really offend these people.
They can hide in the dark, take you by surprise, and assassinate you.
Especially the leader who was elected by the Zhengdao Wulin back then, his status and authority could be compared with that of the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty.
At that time, Emperor Taizong also offered high-ranking officials and generous salaries, but was rejected by the leader of the martial arts alliance.
It wasn't until the Demon Sect invaded the Central Plains, and forces such as the White Lotus Sect, the Twelve Stars, and the Valley of the Wicked suddenly rose up, and the martial arts leader suddenly disappeared without a trace, that the Central Plains martial arts world went downhill.
Then, the Great Zhou Dynasty took action, and the eight kings gathered 500,000 troops to drive the Demon Sect out of the Central Plains. The White Lotus Sect disappeared from the Central Plains, the Twelve Stars disappeared from the world, the evildoers in the Valley of the Wicked hid in overseas islands, and the Central Plains martial arts also suffered casualties. heavy.
There are thirteen roads in the Central Plains, and there are several households. No one in the family died because of this, and no bones are left?
It corresponds to the sentence in the lyrics, the flash of swords, the wasted life, the iron armor marches, the blood seas and mountains and rivers.
"Okay!" After waiting for a while, someone finally cheered.
"Okay, okay, it's really not a loss for me to listen to this scene today!"
"I never thought that this storyteller is such a great talent!"
For a time, the whole hall was clapping and cheering, and many listeners were attracted to it after hearing the lyrics halfway.
Among them, there were several scholars who were in the Plum Garden at that time, thinking of submitting articles and gaining fame.
I was also very excited. I didn't expect to hear such lyrics in this small teahouse.
Seeing this, the waiter in the teahouse quickly came forward with a plate and asked for money for the tea.
At this time, the audience's mood was high and they were in high spirits, so they definitely gave more than usual.
"Ding ding ding..."
The sound of coins falling onto the plate is so nice.
The storyteller cleared his throat and began to tell today's story.
The content of the story is that a prince wrote two limericks at the Winter Solstice Poetry Party. He was arrogant and finally flew away in shame.
No matter what era it is, there will always be some people who hate the rich.
They heard that Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang, wrote those two limericks, "Everywhere is bitten by mosquitoes, there are two pairs of shoes on the ground." Even people who have never read a book think that such poems are really bad.
He was also very dissatisfied with Xiao Yan's arrogant and domineering behavior as a playboy, and felt even more shameless.
Of course, if Xiao Yan was just an ordinary scholar, they wouldn't think it was a big deal if he came to the Winter Solstice Poetry Society, let alone talk about it.
However, Xiao Yan is not an ordinary scholar. He is the prince of Xiliang and the Qilin son of Dazhou. It is said that he was born with strange phenomena when he was born. He holds a precious jade in his mouth. He can walk at the age of one, read and read at the age of three, and can read and write at the age of three. He wrote a masterpiece that will be passed down from generation to generation. At the age of fifteen, he guarded Yumen Pass alone, and there was no war in Xiliang since then.
Such people really behave like that at the Winter Solstice Poetry Meeting.
This made many people think that the rumors were false. It was most likely that the King of Xiliang had such rumors in order to make his son famous.
For a time, the entire city of Chang'an was talking about the Winter Solstice Poetry Festival, and everyone was doubting the authenticity of Qilinzi of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
…
Kong Yida returned to the Imperial Academy.
Seeing the lights on in her daughter's boudoir, she breathed a sigh of relief.
He believed that the character of Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang, was one thing, but his daughter was hugged by Xiao Yan and flew away in front of so many people.
It somewhat affects the reputation of my daughter's family.
Thinking of this, Kong Yida sighed.
A girl has no control over her father.
"Dong dong dong."
Kong Yida knocked on the door a few times and greeted softly: "Zi Yan, have you had a rest?"
In the boudoir.
Kong Ziyan looked at the academic notes written in thin gold script and sat there in a daze.
I heard Kong Yida's voice.
Suddenly he was excited, and then he hurriedly packed up the manuscript and hid the manuscript of Shou Jin Ti Xue Ji.
This is the secret between her and Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang.
No one else can know.
Um.
Not even his own father.
"Aye, not yet."
