"Wu Han was one of the generals in Yuntai. He assisted Liu Xiu and worked hard on the battlefield to achieve the cause of ZTE. He is the so-called person who will be famous throughout the ages and give light to the annals of history!"
"My father was a Han minister, but he was killed by Wang Mang. Wang Mang loved the handsome young man of Wu Han, so he married the princess of Nanning and gave him the title of Tongguan General Town as a gift to his confidant."
"At that time, wars were raging. Wang Mang dug up tablets with Liu Xiu's name and his eyes as a demon to arrest him..."
Yan Shouyi and the others bought tickets and waited in line for a long time before entering Yuelu Academy.
As soon as they crossed the threshold, they heard the voice of the heroic female storyteller inside.
The voice was indeed sonorous, powerful, and ups and downs. Even a layman like Yan Shouyi instantly recognized the skill of this female storyteller.
Long Feicheng said in surprise: "The door of this academy is obviously open. How come we can't hear any movement outside, but we can hear everything clearly when we walk in?"
"This is where the skill of a storyteller lies," Yan Shouyi said with emotion. "There is a whole house full of guests. If you want the people in the back row to hear, you have to raise your voice. But with such a loud voice, the guests in the front row feel... It’s harsh and may affect the storyteller’s own performance, so the most important lesson for a storyteller is to practice his voice.”
It is necessary to allow the guests in the back row to hear clearly, but not to make the guests in the front row feel harsh and noisy.
This ability alone is impossible to achieve without ten years of practice.
Looking around, the entire hall of the academy was filled with guests. There was tea in front of them, but no one took a sip when it was cold. Everyone was looking attentively at the female storyteller on the stage.
The female storyteller sat cross-legged on the stage with a low table in front of her. There was only a glass of water and a piece of wood on the table. The female storyteller tied her hair and held a folding fan. She did not need to read the manuscript at all and narrated "The Romance of the Eastern Han Dynasty" vividly. The story of "Wu Han killed his wife".
And this female storyteller did not disappoint. She was fair-skinned and beautiful, with long legs, a high chest and a slim waist. Her appearance was clean and neat, and she would be the center of attention wherever she placed it. In addition, as a storyteller, she had It has a touch of literary flavor, which makes people endlessly daydream.
Let me ask, who doesn’t want to make a friend of a young artistic woman?
Long Feicheng asked Xu Qian in a low voice: "What do you think about it, late at night?"
Xu Qian frowned and said regretfully, "What a pity."
"No, what a pity?" Long Feicheng asked in surprise, "Are you so demanding? No wonder you look down on Xuanxuan."
Weng Qianxiang also showed a surprised expression. He thought this female storyteller was very good!
The next second Xu Qian said: "It's a pity that we are a step too late. The book is already halfway through."
"I'm dizzy!"
Long Feicheng and Weng Qianxiang were speechless for a while, wondering why Xu Qian's focus was so novel.
Don’t we all come to the academy to see the legs? Who is a serious person who listens to books?
Long Feicheng and the others made a little noise, and the guests nearby frowned and stared at them. Yan Shouyi quickly told them to shut up, and everyone found a corner to sit down.
The female storyteller on the stage took a sip of water and continued talking.
"Wu Han inspected the comings and goings in front of the pass and captured Liu Xiu, hoping to report it to his mother. Her mother never forgot the Han Dynasty and knew that she was a descendant of the Han Dynasty. She was not allowed to harm her and ordered Wu Han to let him go. She also told Wu Han about the tragedy of his father's death. Shi said that he and Wang Mang had an sworn hatred..."
Yan Shou had heard the story of Wu Han killing his wife early in the morning. It was the story of Wu Han, the famous founding general of the Eastern Han Dynasty, who committed suicide to express his sincerity, but it was his own wife who was killed. Later, his mother also hanged herself.
This story sounded noble in ancient times, but now it seems a bit extreme, reflecting feudal thinking and cruel behavior. Most storytellers have stopped telling this paragraph, but I didn't expect this female storyteller to dare to tell it.
After saying this, Yan Shou came to his senses and couldn't help but look to both sides.
The guests were all immersed in it without saying a word. Xu Qian was also fascinated by it. Even Long Feicheng, who was the least interested in studying, listened with great interest.
He said to himself: "If my teachers could be like this female storyteller, I wouldn't have dropped out of junior high school!"
Weng Qianxiang asked doubtfully: "Your teachers are not as good as her?"
"No, she is not as beautiful as her!" Long Feicheng chuckled, "If my teachers were half as beautiful as her, I would die in class!"
Weng Qianxiang: "..."
Yan Shouyi: "..."
It seems that even if Yuanshi Tianzun takes action himself, he can't change the old pervert's character in Long Feicheng.
I just heard the female storyteller moisten her throat and say a concluding sentence: "The readers sitting here should not think too much. The stories in the book are wasted time in the world, and everyone has their own comments about it. After listening to this paragraph, you will smile. Pass."
"well said!"
The guests stood up and applauded, recognizing the female storyteller very much.
"Although what Mr. Yin said before was good, he always told those few stories over and over again. Today we are really in for a treat!"
"Liu Ying really did not disappoint us. Today is the right time!"
"This is the first time I've heard of books, and I'm asking weakly, are all storytellers so eye-catching?"
"It's too cursory, it's really too cursory. If the storytellers are not as good-looking as Miss Liu, I'm afraid they won't be able to get on the stage!"
From the compliments of the guests, Yan Shouyi learned that the female storyteller's name was Liu Ying.
It's a good name, and her voice is as beautiful as an oriole's.
Liu Ying stood up, served tea to the guests, and prepared to take a break.
However, at this time, there was a burst of frivolous frolicking in the audience.
Liu Ying couldn't help but frown and looked in the direction of the sound.
In the auditorium, I saw three young people sitting at a table. Judging from the luxury watches they wore and the luxury car keys on the table, these three people should be idle rich second generations.
One of them even had a big butterfly tattooed on the side of his face. He even put his legs on the tea table and said to Liu Ying with a condescending look:
"I have nothing to do these days. I heard that a female storyteller came to Yuelu Academy. Not only is her book good, but the key is that she looks like a duck. Come and take a look today. I really didn't disappoint you! Miss Liu, give me a reward. Face, come over and have a few drinks with us!"
The other guests got angry when they heard this.
This is Yuelu Academy, not a nightclub. You guys are so drunk, do you still want to be Miss Liu's companion? !
But everyone just thought about it in their hearts and did not dare to say it out loud, because the identities of these rich second generations were quickly recognized.
They are the young masters of a local real estate company in Qiantang. These real estate companies started their careers through various means in the early years. Now, in Qiantang, they have both black and white. They are not only well-connected, but also very rich. There is no problem in Qiantang that they cannot handle. Son.
Moreover, these three people are very dandy and have no manners at all like a rich person. Even if they are an ordinary citizen, as long as they are unhappy in the slightest, they will definitely retaliate severely!
It is said that this young man with a butterfly tattoo had a conflict with someone in a KTV. Later, he not only broke the other person's leg, but also snatched the other person's wife and sent people to beat the other person's parents until they died of serious illness. My father's new building jumped off the building, but the young man didn't have anything to do with it. He didn't care at all, and he wasn't affected in the slightest. He was still carefree!
Notorious is not enough to describe these three rich second generations.
