The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

It was said that Zheng Ling was sent back, but in fact it was mainly to prevent him from escaping. It was obvious that this was definitely not a good student.

Yun Yanhui sent him to the gate of the academy to see him go in. Zheng Ling held his hand reluctantly, "Your mother made something for me, so you come to me, and I will say hello to the doorman."

"Hurry in, you!" Yun Yan pushed him back, "Be careful, don't be beaten again."

He hesitated and said to Zheng Ling: "If someone bullies you, you will condemn people to come to Daxiangguo Temple to find me."

Zheng Ling looked at him blankly.

Yun Yan replied: "Ah, it's okay to put in a sack."

Zheng Ling suddenly thought of Zhou Huilin, the victim of the sacks, and then he was implicated, so his expression was very strange, mixed with various emotions.

After the two separated, Zheng Ling entered the academy and was immediately found by his book boy, who cried with tears on his face.

"What's wrong, why are you crying?"

The book boy choked and said: "A Lang suddenly came to the academy this morning, but he couldn't find you, so the master found your classmates, and then he knew that you had lost the fight..."

Zheng Ling didn't think of such a coincidence, and said depressed: "Is my father still in the academy now?"

"Yes, I also sent someone to Kaifeng Mansion and asked them to help find you." Shutong cried, "The little ones have been beaten..."

"Don't cry, it's annoying to death." Zheng Ling hurriedly ran into the academy.

…

Father Zheng Ling slapped Zheng Ling's ass, he couldn't help but hate him. If he didn't think he had an injury on his head, he would slap his head and slap his head, "You little bastard!"

"Father, father, don't hit me yet!" Zheng Ling wailed, "Don't you want to know where I stayed last night?"

Father Zheng Ling was shocked and roared: "I don't want to!"

Zheng Ling didn't expect that his father would not follow the routine, and hurriedly shouted: "I'm in Daxiangguo Temple!"

Father Zheng Ling did not hear, and pressed him to his lap. What's weird in Daxiangguo Temple? There is the downtown area of ​​Bianliang.

Zheng Ling shouted again: "I was rescued by a younger brother who looks very similar to me, and his mother is very similar to me!"

When Zheng Ling heard this, he paused for a while, and then continued to beat him up, "Go on."

Zheng Ling's tears came out, "My head is broken, and you beat me... Father, are you my aunt? Why does she live there? I have seen her tapestry. Obviously it is the method of our family's female family!" And it is impossible for non-owners to do it, because it is the craftsmanship inherited by his grandmother from her natal family.

Father Zheng Ling stopped and frowned, "Shut up!"

"I won't shut up, you say, what's the matter with Auntie, why have I never heard of her existence? She is sad!" Zheng Ling wailed, originally because of Zheng Ping's avoiding attitude, he was not sure. However, I said that it was meant to divert attention before, and I actually swindled, so I simply continued to swindle.

"Just talk nonsense," Zheng Ling said coldly, "Where did you come from, your aunt outside? It's not your aunt at all!"

…

After Yun Yan sent the people back, he spread out the paper and began to write the book. When the writing was changed until the evening, a prototype came out. The next day, he drew another sentence and sent it to the monk for rehearsal.

When Hui Chong saw that there was a new book, he was very surprised, "Isn't it saying that you have to slow down before you have a new story?"

"Don't mention it, something has happened." Yun Yan said with his face folded back, "A few days ago, Zhang Shanren built a bridge, and I knew that our master was terrible. There were two line leaders crying and shouting to marry him!"

Hui Chong: "..."

Yun Yan replied: "It's all because of the stories you tell me on weekdays. The ladies thought it was true, but they didn't believe it was a story. I was fascinated."

Hui Chong said jealously, "Why didn't such good things happen to me?"

Yun Yan looked back at him with a smile.

Fearing that he would file a complaint, Hui Chong said in a serious manner: "Just kidding, I'm all about Buddha..."

Hui Chong sometimes feels that it’s no wonder that Master likes Yan Ge, this entire Daxiangguo Temple, in terms of being the most qualified monk, Yan Ge can definitely be among the best, it's just that he has no shame. Sometimes when I discussed the Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist principles with Yan Ge'er, Hui Chong felt ashamed. After so many years of learning, he is not as good as a yellow-haired child. If Yan Ge'er comes to be a monk, is there still a place for him to recite?

Yun Yan replied: "This story will be rehearsed by fellow seniors. It will be released in a few days."

"This is natural. Otherwise, if this matter is beautiful, it will hinder Master's reputation." Yun Yan, who also understands Hui Chong, replied to such a deep meaning. Although he is not afraid of shadows, the people like it. Look at the excitement, otherwise, there will be no rumors of all kinds, and some people feel that it is really a person who has nothing to do and even **** every day.

Yun Yan's return to this new book actually started from this aspect. It simply described the stories of the disillusionment of the elegant lady and the idol in her mind. For example, the lady often understands the behavior of her sweetheart from her own perspective, and the final result is the final result. It's totally different, and I discovered that my sweetheart is just a layman, with seven emotions and six desires, and he wants to eat and drink Lhasa.

On the surface, it is funny, but deeper, I hope that people will be sober after hearing the story. As for how others understand that everything is illusory, it doesn’t matter. Yun Yan Hui himself actually doesn’t believe that everything can be equated with illusion. .

It's not a very long story. On the day of the appointment with Zhou Renai, the monk rehearsed it, and hung it out to talk about a new book today.

Zhou Renai took a few daughters to Wazi to listen, and Zhang Shanren followed.

This story is very fascinating at the beginning. The woman and her idol live together. The first few things can be said to be fun, which makes them very engaged and smiles, but behind it is thought-provoking and thinks about it. On myself.

Especially in the end, the monks of the monks would seem to emphasize that the story is just a story, not adapted from real events, and any similarity is purely coincidental. It also made them think, is it really just the person in the story that they fell in love?

Zhang Shanren smiled when he heard it, and went backstage to look for Yun Yan back after it was over.

"How about it, have my eldest nieces awakened?" Yun Yan was ready to go back. If one story fails, then another one. If it doesn't work, he has to take them to peek and spit.

"Looks like I am awake." Zhang Shanren smiled and looked at him, "It's just your story, isn't it robbing me of business?"

Just because there are more amusing elements in this story, there are not so many parts that involve "Zen". In the past, Yun Yanhui had been controlling the proportion, but this time because of the purpose, he couldn't take care of that much. The layman sees the excitement and the expert sees the doorway, Zhang Shanren can see it all at once.

In fact, in the original history, in the later part of the scriptures, the main part of the scriptures was also based on humorous scriptures. This is a market choice, and the public prefers to listen to humorous scriptures. Now everyone feels fresh, but after the freshness has passed, gradually, they will feel that the coloring of the scriptures is more in line with their tastes.

Artificially enhancing the joy of saying sutras and controlling the proportion of narration sutras can only delay the arrival of this day. After a few years, Yun Yan couldn't control it anymore. On that day, the real competition between the monk and the talking artist will come.

Zhang Shanren may not be able to predict the ending, but he is keenly aware of it, and he can also tell this story.

Yun Yan looked back and no one noticed, and he arched his hand to Zhang Shanren, "Brother, please forgive me."

"You use this way, change it, change a few stories and send it to me." Zhang Shanren said with a smile.

"But you are not in this way at all!" Yun Yan replied. Although Zhang Shanren is slanderous, he mainly satirizes current affairs, and this, the style of painting is obviously silly and sweeter.

Zhang Shanren said: "I still have a disciple...you can't just take care of your niece and not your nephew, can you?"

When it comes to those nephews who can be his father, Yun Yan has a headache back, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I'll change it."

The core of the story is there, if you take off the head and pinch out the Buddhist principles, you can make a series of stories. Zhang Shan people are still interested. Now some people take it and change it without saying hello. Anyway, if they change their heads, they can say that they are their own children. Of course, such unruly people are spurned by the industry.

After Yun Yan Huigang had finished talking with Zhang Shanren, Zhao Yunchu also appeared over there.

The child entered the backstage and ran back towards Yun Yan, "Brother Yan."

Yun Yan looked back and saw that the tip of his nose was sweating, and pressed him down, "eat tea."

Zhao Yunchu obediently poured a cup of tea, "Brother Yan, what you asked me to inquire about..."

"Wait." Yun Yan pressed his shoulder back.

Zhang Shanren is an old world after all, he smiled, "I'm going to see Renai." Then he turned and walked out of the backstage.

Yun Yan asked, "What?"

Although he had already seen Zheng Ling again, but because of Zheng Ping's attitude, it was really hard to know Zheng Ling's bottom line.

Zhao Yunchu said: "That Zheng Ling is like this. Several generations of his family have served as officials. His grandfather Zheng Li is a Hanlin bachelor, and he is also a judge at the Court of Appraisal. His father Zheng Xun..."

"Wait," Yun Yan suddenly felt that something was wrong in reply. "Which training, which is it?"

Zhao Yunchu said in a daze: "Yan Chuanxun, what's wrong with the cursive head?"

Yun Yan turned his face blank for a moment: "...Fuck?"

Zhao Yunchu: "??"

Although in ancient times, not all women were able to name according to their family characters, but Zheng Ling's father's name is based on the words, Zheng Ling's grandfather is the initials of the name, if Zheng Ping is Zheng Ling's aunt, it is impossible to name it like this. !

Obviously, Zheng Ping can only be Zheng Ling's grandfather's sister...

Yun Yan twitched at the corner of his mouth and thought of Zheng Ling's words. Seriously, if there was no Zheng Ling's phrase "I treat you as my own brother", he hadn't felt like that at the moment.

This is embarrassing, you want to treat me as your brother, but I am your cousin...