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"Storytelling? My family has never heard that this can be considered a skill." Xiuzhu said sharply, "Besides, who can't tell stories? Three-year-old children, ancient and rare old people, who can talk, can tell stories."

"That's why I said it was a good story." Mo Zi was not in a hurry.Since she is prepared, she is not afraid of being disturbed. "After Mo Zi finishes speaking, if everyone here feels bad, then sentence Mo Zi to lose."

"Ordinary stories don't count, but good ones count. If the story you tell, girl, makes us think that it sings better than Miss Xiuzhu, then you can win." Wei Er took the grass as a treasure right now.After a lot of trouble, Mo Zi said she would be the same, how could he let it go.

After Wei Er said this, one of them questioned.

Mo Zi stood upright and said loudly, "Mo Zi obeys."

Although Xiuzhu was dissatisfied, she thought that Mo Zi would definitely not be able to beat herself based on the story, and she couldn't offend the masters of the Wei family, so she stopped talking, sat down slowly, and watched coldly.

"Once upon a time, there was a couple. The two had been married since they were young. They guessed from each other. The man's surname was Zhao, and he came from a noble family. Born in a famous family, she is a talented woman who can't understand piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even the emperor admires. After the two became husband and wife, the husband sang and the wife followed, and the qin and zi played in harmony, and the life was very happy." Soft and beautiful, the narration will fascinate the listener.

Wei Er, Wei San and the others were so engrossed that even Wei Da put down the tea in his hand.

"Guan Shi loves to paint bamboo, and her bamboo is slender and tough. Zhao Xueshi likes to add fat bamboo leaves to his wife's bamboo. The thin bamboo and fat leaves also complement each other, elegant and rhyme. The relationship between the two, Just like this bamboo and bamboo leaves, they rely on each other and love each other deeply." When Mo Zi said this, the faces of the singers showed envy, and Xiuzhu also listened attentively.

"After decades of marriage, Guan's beautiful face has gradually aged, and his beauty is gone. Zhao Xueshi and his wife are still in good relationship, but like all couples in the world, they are like relatives, not like confidante. Zhao Xueshi became more and more famous, and more and more people admired him. One day, Zhao Xueshi went out as a guest and met a wealthy businessman. The businessman told Zhao Xueshi that there was a daughter in the family I love Zhao Xueshi's poems, calligraphy and paintings very much on weekdays, if Zhao Xueshi is willing, I can marry my daughter to him, and it's okay to be a concubine." Mo Zi paused for a while.

A famous singer asked eagerly, "What about after that?"

Mo Zi smiled, seeing that the second and third guards were starting to look nonchalant, and continued, "Xueshi Zhao's heart has been moved. He already has a good wife at home, and he wants to be a beautiful and talented woman who can be a beautiful confidant by his side." , why not do it."

Many men nodded their heads, but the women were sad and disappointed.

"But this Xueshi Zhao is a gentleman after all. He has been with Guan for so many years and still respects her very much. After returning home as a guest, Zhao Xueshi went to Guan's room. He hesitated for a long time, but he still couldn't say it. As soon as he moved, he picked up a pen and wrote a small order, and then left. Guan felt that his husband was weird and embarrassed, and he was grinding ink and asking for paper, so he knew that he was writing what he wanted to say on paper Pick it up and have a look—" Mo Zi stopped talking again.

Storytelling needs suspense and timely whetting to have a good effect.

"What did Xueshi Zhao write?" Wei Er couldn't wait to ask.

"No matter what he writes, Guan Shi must be sad." Wei San shook his head.

"Xueshi Zhao wrote: I am a bachelor, and you are a wife. Didn't you hear that Tao Xueshi has peach leaves and roots, and Su Xueshi has morning clouds and evening rains. It would be too much for me to marry more Wu Ji and Zhao daughters! You are over four years old. Xun, just occupy Yutangchun." Mo Zi suddenly thought that there was no Su Shi in this era, and hurriedly fabricated it, "Su Xueshi is a colleague of Zhao Xueshi in the early days, and he is also a famous talent."

"The best one is to keep Yutangchun." Wei San praised the good words, "This Xueshi Zhao has a deep affection for his wife, otherwise why would he bring up the matter of marrying a concubine in a joking way? In fact, he doesn't want to make her sad."

"Your Excellency is right." Mo Zi said again, "Although Mrs. Guan is heartbroken, she wants to be in love for many years, but now my husband wants to find a new love. But she read the Xiaoling twice and found that her husband still cares about her very much. The matter of marrying a concubine is not certain. Therefore, Guan Shi laughed."

"I'm afraid she's laughing too soon. Xueshi Zhao married a concubine and asked his wife, that's the best of humanity." Wei Da also came to speak.

"Master Wei, you guessed it wrong. Zhao Xueshi did not marry a concubine in the end. The two were reconciled and beautiful until Guan Shi died of illness. Zhao Xueshi was very sad. epitaph." Mo Zi first talked about the ending, arousing curiosity.

"What's going on here?" Wei Er was really hooked.

"It's all because the clever Guan Shi returned her husband's small decree, which made Xueshi Zhao change his mind, and he devoted himself to making a wife, and never married anyone else since then." Mo Zi smiled slightly.

"Oh? What kind of order can have such a magical effect?" Wei San is an official and a literati.

Not only Wei San, everyone became curious.

Mo Zi said word by word, "You and me, there are so many emotions, and the emotions are hot like fire. Twist a piece of clay to make you and shape me. Break the two of us together, mix them with water, and twist a piece of clay. You, make another me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud. I was born in the same quilt as you, and died in the same coffin."

"What a sharp and clever woman." Wei Da also knew some poetry, because this Suo Nanzhi was easy to understand, novel and ingenious, half surprised and half admiring, "It's really smart."

Wei San even said five or six good words in succession, "We were born with the same quilt, and died with the same coffin. What regrets do you have for getting this woman, a dignified man!"

"Exactly. Guan's little decree, the love spans life and death, deeper than the sea, higher than the sky. Xueshi Zhao only felt that he was ruthless, but his wife responded with tenderness, without even a single complaint. From then on, Xueshi Zhao Don't mention the matter of marrying a concubine, I cherish Guan very much." Zhao Xueshi and Guan are the famous Zhao Mengfu and Dao Sheng in history, and this song Suo Nanzhi is also a handed down poem of Wo Nong.

"The story is over." Mo Zi said calmly, "Whether it is good or bad, whether it is a loss or a win, Mo Zi has tried her best."

"Based on this little order alone, the girl won." Wei San spoke highly of it.

"Not bad, not bad, and the two characters in this story are not ordinary. Even a layman like me can hear the humor between the words." Wei Er echoed loudly.

These two agreed, do you still disagree?One by one followed suit.

Although Xiuzhu was fascinated while listening to the story, she envied Guan Shi's talent and learning, and also admired Zhao Xueshi's gentleman, but this was talking about Mo Zi winning, and of course she refused to admit defeat.

"She didn't make up this word, she didn't make up this story, why did she win me?" She argued.

"Miss Xiuzhu, you didn't compose this song, and you didn't fill in this word. You and I both use the same mouth, why can't I win you?" Mo Zi regretted it after finishing speaking.

Wei Er laughed loudly, "It turns out that you girl is not only not dumb, but also has sharp teeth and sharp mouth."

Mo Zi lamented in her heart, this was forced out by them.

"Fourth Lord, gentlemen, someone just reported that the carriages of the wives and young ladies of the Wei Mansion have arrived at Qingfu Lane." Er Ya came in from outside the building, bowing his head with his hands down, respectfully.

"It's early." Wei Da looked at the sky.

"Come earlier, I'm afraid my mother will be anxious about waiting." Qiu Si could speak, and ordered Er Ya to open the middle door to welcome guests.

Mo Zi couldn't help but rejoice, it was really early, and it was a coincidence.

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