"Why do you want to see me?"
"Please Sir Chu return to the capital and serve as the prince's tutor."
Chu Shiyan asked, and the Fujie guards answered.
On the second floor of the small teahouse, no one said anything for the time being.
All the listeners inside were in a daze and didn't know how to react. The owner and waiters of the teahouse outside were too afraid to come in to check.
"What a big shot."
"Taifu, head of Jiantian Pavilion...East Palace, Crown Prince...Capital City, Chang'an!"
Ye Yuzhou once stayed in Chang'an for a little more than a month, but he almost never saw the city of Chang'an because he was in prison.
When he was nine years old, he and his family were escorted from Yuzhou to Chang'an. He only vaguely caught a glimpse of the majestic city in the dim sunset, and then went to prison. In panic, he began to wait for an almost unknown fate. Reason for exile.
His father never told him anything, and he was kept in solitary confinement and interrogated.
Ye Yuzhou and his mother were locked together, but his mother didn't seem to know much, or was unwilling to tell him more.
It was in that cell that Ye Yuzhou met his current sister, Li Yingyue, who was still very young at the time, and her mother when he was ten years old.
After a month of imprisonment, the two families were exiled together.
In the quiet teahouse, Ye Yuzhou quietly looked past the still kneeling leader of the Fujiewei, and saw a bear-like head and a half-cheek beard pierced like iron needles, as well as the old storyteller.
The former head of the Jiantian Pavilion and the former Taifu had sparse and disheveled hair. His white beard, which was originally the best support for the scene, was temporarily unable to stand up because of the tea. He was wearing old cloth clothes and torn furs. She was on the fourth floor, but her shoes were hanging down under her feet, exposing a length of her ankle.
How does this look like a master?
To be honest, the old man is probably tall enough, more than eight feet tall. There is only one fair man in the whole Gucheng who is half a head taller than him...
But that’s Jiantian Pavilion! According to rumors, the stone and wood building located in the northeast corner of Chang'an Imperial City was built very high, and with Taizong's permission, it was higher than the main body of the palace.
Therefore, Jiantian Pavilion is very high.
The Jiantian Pavilion in the Great Zhou Dynasty is not a government agency that divides real power. It was originally built specifically for Lu Yu to move the stars and divide the mysterious world to prevent the world from dividing the dragon energy for hundreds of years. It was later retained and continued, and has always had its own characteristics. A lofty and transcendent status.
The specific functions of Jiantian Pavilion also include two aspects that are particularly respected and supported by the people of the world.
On the one hand, it is the art of star divination, which is mysterious and mysterious, and most awes and fascinates the people.
On the other hand, it predicts the weather and guides farming. It is most concerned with people's livelihood, the easiest to win people's hearts, and it is also the most able to teach people to believe.
For a dynasty, this is actually dangerous.
Therefore, it is said that Lu Yuzhao himself personally advised Taizong Chen Rong not to elevate his position in Jiantian Pavilion again.
Taizong smiled and asked what if it was raised higher?
Lu Yuzhao did not take the joke seriously. If one day, I, the Jiantian Pavilion, suddenly jumped out and said to the people of the world, "The stars have shown it, God will punish the emperor, and virtue will not match him." What will you do?
Are you scared? Even if you, Chen Rong, are not afraid, are your descendants afraid?
Taizong listened. From then on, the royal family had some restrictions on Jiantian Pavilion, and changed the name of the pavilion head to the head of the pavilion. After Lu Yuzhao served as the head of the pavilion for three consecutive years, he only became a star of the Xuanmen of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and did not enter the court at the same time. Be an official.
In this way, until he ascended the throne today, a few years later, Chu Shiyan suddenly appeared. He left the academy at the age of forty, and then he became the head of the pavilion in three years, and entered the central government in five years...
Who would have thought that this prominent figure who had served as the chief minister of Jiantian Pavilion and was second only to Lu Yuzhao, the leader of the Sheng Pavilion, in terms of experience and reputation, would later appear in a small teahouse in Gucheng to tell stories, and as soon as he said it, he would Five years.
Ye Yuzhou didn't expect it either.
Although they have been together for many years, Ye Yuzhou could tell from early on that the old storyteller was not like ordinary people, but even so, he never dared to think even once about the high and vast roads in his daily life.
"Pulsus."
Some people in the audience seemed to have finally come to their senses at this time. They looked at the former head of the pavilion and the former Taifu who they had just said "I really should kill him", sitting right in front of them, his legs starting to feel like chaff. He kept trembling, and then his whole body started to tremble.
Listening to the noise, it seemed as if there were several big birds in the room, ready to fly away at any moment.
Flutter and rustle.
Flutter and rustle.
"Oh, I'm ruined."
At this time, all the listeners were in a trembling state, afraid to make any sound, so when a voice suddenly came out, it seemed particularly clear.
The person who just mentioned the "Golden House of Stars and Moons" and "Secrets of Intervening in the Establishment of the Reserve Bank" finally couldn't bear the pressure and fear in his heart and took the initiative to find a result.
Upon hearing this, the three rank-and-file guards turned to look at him.
At this glance, the unlucky listener almost threw away the tea bowl in his hand along with the three souls and seven souls.
"It's not destroyed, it's not destroyed." The old storyteller smiled, turned to look at him, and said gently: "What business does Chu Shiyan have to do with the storyteller?"
After that, he took the initiative to wave to him to sit down.
The old man then directed the three guards to an empty table on one side and sat down. He asked someone to close the door from the outside, and then rearranged the tea and tea on the table... It looked like he was going to continue talking about today's scene.
But with his gesture of invitation, no one in the venue dared to ask any more questions.
Chu Shiyan, who seemed to have gone out of his way to show that he was still an old storyteller, did not take the initiative to continue the previous topic and publicly comment on Song Zhiji, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, for Ye Yuzhou in public.
Ye Yuzhou naturally wouldn't ask again.
The whole place was silent.
"It's a blessing to be able to watch!" The old storyteller, who had been waiting quietly for a while, suddenly said with emotion.
This sentiment has a rather complicated meaning. At first it sounded like he was speaking to the listeners, persuading everyone present to continue the observation and evaluation of the Zhou Dynasty. But after thinking about it again, it seemed that he was talking about himself in the past five years. The days of living and telling stories in Gucheng.
Ye Yuzhou could hear that he was reluctant to give up.
"The storyteller is leaving, right?" Before she could remember to let go of the hands they had held together in panic, Li Yingyue gently pulled her brother, raised her head and asked sadly.
"Yes." Ye Yuzhou nodded.
Once a person is reluctant to leave and expresses it, he wants to leave. Putting aside the part about Gucheng, the old storyteller has decided to go back with the prince's people.
Combined with the New Year's public note by historians just now, it is said that changes in the world are coming, and those who are in charge of the boat are still at a loss...
"So the old man suddenly laughed like that just now, couldn't it be because he thought he was the one who tied the boat?"
Ye Yuzhou whispered to his sister while thinking.
Beside him, Li Yingyue's originally clear eyes were already misty, and she was trying her best not to cry in public.
Dragonfly does not have any memories before the age of six. Perhaps that bloody night caused her to suffer from stress amnesia, so she is a child who has never had any elders from another generation. Later, because of Zheng Laomei's accident, she even lost her parents... During these years of growing up in Gucheng, almost all of Li Yingyue's experiences about the love and indulgence of his elders came from the storyteller.
Therefore, when the separation came suddenly, Li Yingyue, who was only twelve years old now, felt really sad, reluctant and sad.
As for Ye Yuzhou, there must be some more or less, but he will not directly reveal this emotion.
At this time, the old storyteller in front had waited for a while after finishing that sentence, but still no one in the room full of people spoke.
"In that case, that's it for today." With some regret, the old man stood up, cupped his hands, and then leaned down to take the tea bowl and leave.
That’s it for today, what about tomorrow?
Of course, there will be no tomorrow. The small teahouse in Gucheng will no longer have a storyteller who has served as the head of Jiantian Pavilion to comment on the world of Zhou Dynasty and the people's hearts.
"So, Master Shu, did you really have a house of gold and silver?" Suddenly a childish and clear voice asked.
Li Yingyue followed the voice and stood forward, her eyes slightly red, but her eyes were full of sincerity.
The old storyteller suddenly raised his head and smiled happily, as if he had received a reward. He looked at Li Yingyue and said, "Haha, dragonfly's thoughts are as simple as ever. Sure enough, he is still most concerned about money."
"Then is there any?"
"I think it must have happened before, since the emperor and everyone in the world say that I have."
The old storyteller sat down again, spread his hands to show that his hands were empty, and continued:
"But no matter what, when I met Dragonfly, it was already gone. If I hadn't seen that colorful Hu costume years ago, I would have bought it for Dragonfly."
"Oh, what a pity." Li Yingyue sighed childishly.
"It's a pity." The old storyteller smiled freely.
"Then I'll ask someone else?"
"Just ask."
"Just now, when the guest mentioned that the historian had published annotations, why did the storyteller suddenly burst into laughter?"
When Li Yingyue asked this question, he pulled Ye Yuzhou's hand again. They had discussed this matter just now.
"Oh?" It seemed that he was a little surprised that Li Yingyue would ask this. The old man thought for a while and then asked: "What do you think of Dragonfly? You might as well tell me first."
"I think it's normal. But Yu Zhi just said that the storyteller seemed to laugh suddenly because he felt that he was the boatman."
Li Yingyue said what Ye Yuzhou had muttered just now.
Hearing this, the surrounding listeners, who had just relaxed, also looked at the old storyteller with curiosity and concern.
"Hahaha, are you the one who tied the boat?"
The old man laughed heartily again... After turning his eyes on the brother and sister twice, his tone suddenly became extremely solemn and said:
"This is what I wish for in my life. However, I no longer dare to think so."
Li Yingyue thought for a moment, "Don't you mean that?"
"no."
The old storyteller shook his head and denied it. He looked at Li Yingyue, as if he suddenly felt regretful, and said to her:
"The storyteller is already too old. He has made mistakes and wasted time, and it is difficult to make up for it. From now on, everything in the world will matter. If I can still be a slim old man, I will be happy."
Thinking about it, this is the reason why the old storyteller is willing to go back with Fu Jiewei.
Whether because of regrets, because he still has the energy to spare, or because he is unwilling to do so, he still wants to pull the rope of this world's boat in the subsequent storm of people crossing the sea.
Ye Yuzhou checked the time and remembered the former prince when the old man was the head of the pavilion and the prince.
According to the accounts of past merchants in Gucheng, the former prince named Chen Guanchang seemed to have a good reputation, was virtuous and talented, but unfortunately, he made a mistake in his haste and ended up in the imperial edict, where he died of illness soon after.
Maybe he was talking about the regret that Shu Ye said could not be repaid, right?
So, he wants to go back and assist the current prince?
Ye Yuzhou was making random guesses.
"Then why did Mr. Shu suddenly laugh just now?" Li Yingyue continued to ask with gentle eyes.
The old storyteller calmed down: "Because, the New Year's Notes of Ping Hai Ji Historians mentioned that the world is about to change... Does Dragonfly know that this is the year since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"
"In the fifty-seventh year, I remember, Mr. Shu, you mentioned it during the Chinese New Year."
"That's right. According to this calculation, the time for peace and stability in the Great Zhou Dynasty can barely be counted as fifty-six years."
"Um."
"Fifty-six years, the period of Taiping in the Great Zhou Dynasty, is exactly the life span of Duke Lu. I just suddenly thought of this, so I couldn't help but laugh."
"Uh, is this interesting?" Li Yingyue asked in confusion.
"This is very interesting." The old storyteller said seriously.
