The Evil Emperor Pursues His Wife: Sheng Chong Shifei

Chapter 261

After listening to Shangguan Qing's words, the owner of the tea shed hurriedly asked, "How many volumes are there in total for the Liaozhai that you mentioned?"

"It is said that there are twelve volumes. I have only read the fragments of the first and ninth volumes."

"Sir, can you tell me the rest of the story." The owner of the tea shed couldn't wait.

The audience also looked at Shangguan Qing expectantly, hoping that Shangguan Qing would finish the rest of the story. Shangguan Qing pointed to the outside, and everyone realized that it was already afternoon, and they would lose their board and lodging if they didn't hurry.At this time, the team of An Ronghou's family had already passed by, and everyone didn't notice it, they were all fascinated by the story.

The owner of the tea shed said: "My surname is Zhang and my name is Baishi. My family lives in Zhuangzi nearby. If you are not in a hurry, you can stay at my house for one night. The food and lodging will be arranged by the little old man. Please finish telling the story. "

"Mr. Ling, please finish the story. If you don't hear the end of such a beautiful story, I'm afraid I won't think about food or tea." Tian Lin from the capital said exaggeratedly, and his attitude towards Shangguan Qing was a little bit more Respect.

"Alright."

Shangguan Qing agreed, she took a sip of tea and told four short stories "The Righteous Dog", "Tiangong", "Joe Girl" and "Mrs. The ghost story "The Story of the Wapen" tells the story of a dead ghost seeking justice.

Long stories are more exciting than one-fold short films.

It was almost dusk when he spoke, and Zhang Baishi invited all the people who were still interested to live in Zhuangzi. It turned out that Zhang Baishi's family lived behind a birch forest, not far from the tea shed. There were more than [-] families in the whole Zhuangzi, and none of them As a poor household with no property, Shangguan Qing also saw the cloud-patterned clawless panlong unique to the clan at the gate of a family.

Entering Zhuangzi, everyone who accompanied them became nervous, and several people wanted to leave, but Zhang Baishi's attitude was calm and friendly, and it was getting late, so they had to follow, and soon arrived at Zhang's house.

The Zhang family's house is not the largest in Zhuangzi. A pair of old stone lions in front of the gate shows that it used to be an official family.

Some people were afraid of the authority and wanted to leave, but Zhang Baishi asked someone to open the middle door. This was a great way to save face. After smelling the aroma of wine and vegetables wafting from the courtyard, he wanted to leave and left without giving up.

Zhang Baishi led the way in front and treated Shangguan Qing very kindly. Even Tian Lin and Xu Zhengyang, who were the first to talk to Shangguan Qing, received special care.

In the wing room of the Zhang family’s main house, the table was set up, with a steaming hot pot in the middle, four cold dishes, a bowl of steaming lion’s head had already been served on the table, and there were still other dishes brought by the servants.

"Mr. Ling, please take a seat."

"Mr. Zhang is polite."

Shangguan Qing took the guest seat, accompanied by Tian Lin and Xu Zhengyang, and Zhang Baishi called his two sons and a son-in-law to accompany him.

Everyone sat down one after another, eating steaming wine and dishes, and the atmosphere suddenly became active.

Shangguan Qing and Zhang Baishi toasted each other. The wine was home-brewed miscellaneous grain wine with a low sweetness and sourness.

After three rounds of drinking, Shangguan Qing did not continue to tell the story, but talked about the three-act principle of writing a story, how to start, turn and end.

Zhang Baishi and others were enlightened when they heard Mao Sai.

"The storybook and repertoire have different forms and different emphases. The storybook is spoken by one person, and the details are very important. The repertoire is performed by many people. Therefore, dialogue is very important. Different purposes naturally make different choices."

Shangguan Qing stopped the meeting, saw everyone nodded frequently, and continued: "What I said before was a novel, and the story is very short. It is for people to read, not for listening or performance, so it should be shorter, and it is also Paper is too expensive, and few people can afford to write it out.”

"Mr. Ling is talented, I admire you." Zhang Baishi raised his glass again.

"Mr. Zhang, you are polite." Shangguan Qing picked up the wine glass and was about to drink it, when she saw Tian Lin and Xu Zhengyang fell to the ground together, bleeding to death from Qiqiao.

People who were having a banquet outside also fell down one after another, all of them bled to death from their seven orifices, and none of them survived.

At this time, a group of brave men poured in outside the door. An Lu, who was escorting her female companion in men's clothes, pointed at Shangguan Qing aggressively with the sword in her hand. Zhang Baishi said with a gentle expression, "Mr. Ling, don't worry, I won't hurt Mr. Ling's."

"What do you want to do?" Shangguan Qing pretended to be panicked.

"Of course, I would like to ask Mr. Ling to write "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", and then write some scripts and plays. I think Mr. Ling's poems and prose must be excellent. Please give me your advice."

Zhang Baishi's words are extremely shameless, he killed so many people, and he wanted to swallow the story told by Shangguan Qing for himself, and changed his name and surname to become his work.

What is this?Is it a bandit?
Shangguan Qing got up and took a few steps back, looking very panicked: "You are..."

"Mr. Ling, don't be afraid, as long as you honestly help me write the book, I won't treat you badly." Zhang Baishi waved his hand and ordered Shangguan Qing to be detained.

"and many more."

"Mr. Ling, what else do you want to say?" Zhang Baishi asked gently.

"who are you?"

"Mr. Ling doesn't need to know, you know so many stories, don't you know that after hearing my name, you can't leave alive?"

Shangguan Qing regained her calm tone and said, "Mr. Zhang, do you know what you did wrong?"

"What?" Zhang Baishi didn't move on, he felt a little uneasy, this Ling Dujiang was absolutely extraordinary.

"You invite others to your home and kill your guests under your roof. This act of treachery will pay off on yourself sooner or later. It's just a matter of time. Unfortunately, this time it will be very short " Shangguan Qing snapped out a piece of embroidery needles, and the Xiangyong beside Zhang Baishi fell down in pieces, leaving two sons and son-in-law beside him.

Zhang Baishi's face changed drastically, and he pointed at Shangguan Qing and asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

"Dujiang in Xialing, a scholar who travels around the world."

"Impossible, you can't just be a scholar."

"You listen to a smart person, how can you be so stupid? I am a scholar who dares to walk outside with only a young man. Do you think I will be easily killed?" Shangguan Qing shook her head in disappointment.

Just now, An Lu, who was pretending to be honest, suddenly pulled out a soft sword and chopped off the head of the second son of the Zhang family. Zhang Baishi shouted: "No, stop, do you know who I am? I am the son of today His dear uncle, Chu Jiyuan."

"Young master." An Lu looked at Shang Guanqing.

Shangguan Qing looked at Tian Lin and Xu Zhengyang who were lying down under the wine table, and thought that there were many innocent corpses in the wing room outside, so she calmed down and said, "Kill."

An Lu swung her sword and killed Zhang's eldest son and son-in-law again.

Just when An Lu was about to slash Zhang Baishi to death with a sword, a roar sounded outside the courtyard, and at the same time a spear shot towards An Lu's back like lightning.

(End of this chapter)