Waste materials against the sky: the emperor's only favorite daughter-in-law

Chapter 196

The storyteller never tells stories that others have heard badly. He has experienced them himself, and some of them are very thrilling.

Shuiyue and An Mujin looked at each other after listening, and they understood clearly.

Although An Muzhen has studied the map records of the two countries and knows a lot about the geographical location, it is really difficult to reach Jun Lintian's military camp safely. If there are really people from his country who escaped from there, then he must know How to go.

They thanked Aunt Cui and went to bed.

It was not late at night, but the whole village was quiet, with only the chirping of insects and birds and the sound of the wind in my ears.

Shuiyue pondered: "Girl, are we going to find the storyteller directly tomorrow?"

An Mujin was sleeping on another bed in the house, and she couldn't see her expression clearly at the moment, only she seemed to let out an "um" from her throat.

Shuiyue wanted to come here before. For ordinary people, the journey was a bit bitter, but for the two of them, it was relatively easy.

It's just that I don't know how difficult the days after that will be. It's okay to say that the journey is so far away, but it's so dangerous... Shuiyue sighed long and thought, she must protect the girl well.

And An Mujin tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to fall asleep. Aunt Cui's tearful and sad appearance just now kept appearing in her mind. She began to think, if she really married Yuwen Tonghui, maybe she would be able to Don't hurt these innocent people.

Since ancient times, the disasters brought by wars have always been for the poor people. Fortunately, they have suffered all their lives for the safety of their homes and families.

The struggles and ambitions of the emperors are always the most ruthless and cruel. This is the most true portrayal of a generation of heroes.

When Shuiyue woke up the next morning, she saw An Mujin sitting in front of the window early. She looked at the stretching mountains outside the window, and the golden rice fields in front of her eyes. It was the autumn harvest time, but she didn't know whether the flames of war would spread here.

Crossing that mountain is the border. It’s not far away, but it’s close but you have to walk the mountain road for more than ten days. What kind of scene is it on the other side of the mountain?

"Girl, why do you get up so early?"

Hearing that Shuiyue woke up, An Mujin turned her head to look at her, but did not answer: "When you get up, get ready to meet the storyteller that aunt said."

Seeing An Mujin's pale face, Shuiyue was startled: "Girl didn't sleep last night?"

Shuiyue asked this question, but An Mujin still didn't answer, so what if she answered, and so what if she didn't answer, Shuiyue would be worried.

Now that An Muzhen didn't speak out anymore, Shuiyue had no choice but to shut up. She knew that An Muzhen's heart was complicated, and when she saw Jun Lintian, she would also see the cruelest scene.

The storyteller is about fifty years old. He has been telling stories since he failed the first scientific examination. Later, he found that the stories of love, love, kindness and hatred in the playbook were very boring. It must be different and very interesting, not to mention that such a story makes me happy when I tell it.

So I traveled all over the world and encountered interesting things. I found a village to talk about it, and others found it interesting, and some people even recorded these stories.

After running like this for half his life, who knew that he didn't want to leave, and ran to the junction of Qingchuan and Guping, where the war was raging, and unfortunately he was scared to death several times and came back by luck.

This toss, just want to settle down.

When Shuiyue heard this story, she pictured in her heart a middle-aged and unrestrained uncle who is romantic but ambitious.

Unexpectedly, we actually met each other, but the storyteller had two greasy mustaches and thin, greasy hair hanging from his temples.The eyeballs are cloudy, and the eyes are also wandering.

Shuiyue couldn't help asking An Mujin quietly: "Miss, do you think this person can be trusted?"

An Mujin stared at the foolish-looking, smooth-faced person in front of her with complicated eyes. She also had some doubts in her heart, but she also felt that people cannot be measured by their appearances, so they decided to give it a try.

An Mujin didn't answer Shuiyue's words, she cleared her throat by herself: "You are Mr. Chen, right?"

"Your Excellency is Mr. An." The storyteller spoke in a weary tone, but he spoke politely.

"What are Mr. Chen talking about in the storytelling now?" An Muzhen picked up the teacup and asked him casually to make friends with him.

Mr. Storyteller was told early in the morning that Mr. An had paid him and wanted to ask him something. He thought this man was a curious person, so he rushed over.

The storyteller felt that this question was considered normal, so he blurted out: "Well, let me tell you about the weird things that happened when I went out when I was young and energetic."

"Oh? What's going on?" An Mujin leaned forward slightly, showing interest.

"Most of them encounter ghosts, strange folk customs in various places, and those strange thieves they have encountered—do you want Mr. An to listen to the story?"

An Mujin sat upright again, she didn't pay attention to these things: "No hurry, if I want to listen to your story, wouldn't it be more comfortable to sit in a teahouse?"

The storyteller felt a little uneasy, seeing An Mujin's clothes were either rich or expensive, he suddenly came to find him a country storyteller, which really made him puzzled: "Then why did Mr. An come to me?"

An Mujin stared at him, as if trying to see through him: "I was just thinking, why didn't Mr. Chen tell you what happened to you recently?"

As soon as the words came out, the storyteller opened his mouth, said "ah", and pointed at An Mujin without making any sound.

Shuiyue looked at Mr. Storyteller strangely, what happened to him to have such a frightened expression on his face?

In fact, Mr. Storyteller once wanted to use his sword to walk the rivers and lakes. Unexpectedly, he suddenly saw blood, and it could really flow into a river. He couldn't help but lose the will to live.

"We're here today for nothing. We just want to ask Mr. about a few things."

The storyteller opened his mouth and smiled bitterly: "What do you want to know, but I have to make it clear first, I have almost forgotten everything along the way." I don't want to recall anymore.

Shuiyue glanced at An Mujin, and said: "My brother and I hope to bring my father back this time, but the road is dangerous. I want to ask, is there a way to avoid the enemy?"

The storyteller gave him a squinting look. In his heart, he basically didn't believe a word of what the two brothers said. After all, he was a person who had traveled so many ways, so he wouldn't be unable to tell a lie.

"Sir, the two of us are indeed going to that place. If we don't see you today, we will still be going. I just want to know if there is a safe way." An Mujin felt a little impatient, and looked down on this person's timidity and suspicious.

"Yes, there is." The storyteller suddenly changed his attitude and spoke sincerely.

(End of this chapter)