The rise of the prince

Chapter 127 Mr. Storyteller

Chapter 127 Mr. Storyteller
There are a lot of restaurants in Kyoto, high-end ones like Wangjiang Tower and Tingyu Tower cost a few hundred pennies less to enter the door. Naturally, there are also places where fish and dragons mix in the market, such as Hongxianglou.

The so-called Hongxianglou actually has no name at all. It was just a small restaurant, but later it became bigger. Because it is at the entrance of Hongxiang in the west of Beijing, people who come and go call it Hongxianglou, and the boss simply recognizes it.

There are all kinds of teachings and nine streams here, mud legs, scholars, nearby government servants, storytellers, land scoundrels, and what is sold is not expensive, but only snacks and dishes, bad wine and fragrant tea.

This fragrant tea is not the kind of fragrant tea that is added with various spices and diced meat in big restaurants, but it is made from low-quality tea powder that has been fried and boiled.

The downstairs is very spacious, with many stools and few tables, most of them are people from nearby, the air is full of peculiar smell, the storyteller with gray hair and beard on the stage in the middle of the first floor is talking in a cadence
"Na Lu Ming was originally a student of the Imperial College, a student of the Emperor, and his talent and learning are as high as seven or eight feet. Last year, he wrote a poem for the Lantern Festival in Yongyue Pavilion, and Mr. Chen Yu also said it was good. Don't underestimate this one. , Who is Chen Yu, if you don't know, you are too ignorant, he is..."

The old storyteller spoke in cadence and step by step, most of the people in the audience were peasants, people nearby who had nothing to do, and a few patrolling yamen servants also sat alone at the table.

Here, as long as there is a table, everyone is a big shot.

The table in the middle couldn't be sat by even the nearby officials, but Sun Banzhang, the most ruthless person of this generation, notorious, would collect money from time to time to do some shady activities, and outsiders would guess that he had blood on his hands .

Officials don't dare to provoke this kind of people, strong dragons don't overwhelm the top snakes, unless they kill him all at once, and if they are responsible, they will cause endless troubles, and they can't be prevented for a while.

At this time, the storyteller on the stage was talking about the key points, and the people below listened with gusto.

"After some careful discussion, I found that Li Xingzhou didn't even understand the principles of writing poetry! When it comes to writing poetry, it's difficult. It doesn't mean that you can write as you want. It requires both talent and good looks. born to look good”

"What does this poem have to do with appearance?" someone asked below.

"Of course it does matter, which talent is not good-looking." The storyteller said solemnly,

"I also look the same, why can't I write poetry?"

"Because you are an idiot, fate is destined, do you still dare to compete with God?" The storyteller asked back, and the people around suddenly burst into laughter, laughing at the boy who asked the question, and the young boy was embarrassed to scratch his head and laugh up.

"it is good!"

"Okay, go on! Go on!"

"Good good!"

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Everyone in the audience applauded, the gentleman laughed proudly, cupped his hands and continued: "Speaking of which, Li Xingzhou doesn't understand the principles of poetry writing, how can he write a poem that everyone applauds at the Meiyuan Poetry Conference? What."

A scholar under ""Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden"" answered: "Everyone is happy to hear that, I just recite that poem for you." Everyone applauded, and the scholar shook his head and began to recite it.

"The frost bird steals the eyes first when it wants to go down, and the pink butterfly knows how to get together and break the soul. Fortunately, there is no need for a sandalwood board to share the golden statue!" After the scholar finished reciting, the storyteller went on to say: "It is this poem! "

"At that time, the scholars present all thought that this Li Xingzhou didn't even know how to write such a good poem, so they questioned him."

When talking about the conflict, everyone in the audience held their breath and listened intently. The storyteller spoke with every detail, coupled with the coordination of expressions and movements, it made people feel like they were on the scene.

"Finally, when he was asked urgently, Li Xingzhou was flustered with his words. Seeing that he couldn't continue, he hurriedly took a few steps back and asked her concubine to stop everyone, and then shouted: 'Go away, go away! If you don't go away, I will I'm going to call the Fuchu Nursing Academy!'" In line with his flustered and timid expression, everyone in the audience burst into laughter, and someone kept throwing copper coins onto the stage.

That gentleman deliberately stopped to take a sip of tea, so that more copper coins would be lost, and then continued to talk about the next thing.

When it came to the climax, he had a stern expression, an indignant expression, and it was vivid, just like him: "Although everyone can see that Li Xingzhou has no talent and learning, and is a guilty conscience, but they are afraid that Li Xingzhou will be powerful, so they pull Lu Ming one after another. He can't say it, even if he knows it, he can't say it, or the few scholars who come out of the Wangfu Nursing Hospital will die!"

Everyone in the audience held their breath and lost their voices, wanting to hear the storyteller continue.

"At this moment, Lu Ming pushed away his comrade who kindly wanted to pull him away, huh!" He slapped the table beside him, his expression filled with righteous indignation, as if he was what Lu Ming said in his mouth: "How to be cautious? I am If you risk Lu's reputation, you must also pay back the names of scholars in the world, and you can't let the people who bully the world and steal your name ruin the reputation of scholars!

Then Li Xingzhou was frightened when he saw that Mr. Lu looked at death like home, and lost his momentum, he carried the wooden board on the ground and walked away with his concubine in desperation~"

As soon as the words fell, the audience applauded. Everyone likes to hear this kind of story about a righteous hero who is not afraid of evil and finally defeats the bad guys.

"it is good!"

"Master Lu is doing well!"

"Lu Ming is a good man!"

"Then Li Xingzhou deserves it."

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Everyone in the audience threw some things on the stage one after another, those who had money threw money, those who had no money threw some valuables, the whole first floor was bustling, the storyteller handed over his hands to thank all the listeners, and hurriedly put away the things in a cloth bag stand up.

"That's all for today. If you want to hear it tomorrow morning, I'll continue here." He said flatteringly and smiled as he stepped back from the stage.

As soon as he got out of the Red Lane Building, the flattering smile on Mr. Storyteller's old face suddenly disappeared, and instead he looked disdainful: "Fools, I don't know what you want to hear."

As he spoke, he weighed the heavy cloth bag in his hand, it must have cost hundreds of pennies!My heart blossomed with joy.

He got this story from someone else, and asked a few kids who were running around in the streets and alleys to spread the word. After hearing the general story, he knew how to tell it. Everyone likes to hear who is good and who is bad. He has no idea what kind of story to listen to.

After questioning those children, they also said that some scholars gave them twenty coins and asked them to run around to spread the word.

How many scholars?As soon as he heard it, he understood what was going on, and who else could it be. It must be Lu Ming and those Guozijian students in the story. Scholars can kill with one mouth, and their methods are cheap. He was also a scholar before, so he saw a lot.

He knew that he couldn't talk about it, and there was trouble, mainly because people didn't like to hear it, and what people liked to hear was what he said.

At this time, I'm afraid that there are countless people in Beijing who are telling stories, but few people really understand what's going on behind it, it's good if they don't understand, if they all understand how he makes money, the storyteller smiled proudly, Walking away with the heavy cloth bag in hand
(End of this chapter)

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