The Supporting Actress System

"Pa!" The storyteller in the teahouse clapped his hands and touched his white beard. He said in surprise, "do you know that not long ago, a Huakui died in our Lingcheng?"

There was a lot of hiss and hisses under the stage:

"it's Zixi from Yushui building. I heard that if it wasn't for Zixi, general fan would never have come back alive."

"Woman? What woman

However, he was still very suspicious of fan Qiyu's intentions. After some inquiries, he was told that it might have been caused by a woman.

Xuanyuan could not wait for fan Qiyu to hand over his military power. After a few refusals, he still agreed to fan Qiyu's resignation.

"To the emperor."

Fan Qiyu gave a bitter smile, and a trace of despair appeared on his sick face. He did not explain, but said again:

"Aiqing, don't talk nonsense. How can you say you are old in your prime of life?"

Xuanyuan naturally understood, but he had some doubts. How could the stupid fan Qiyu know such a trick?

However, people also understood that fan Qiyu was so powerful that he was trying to make a living by retreating.

What are these people? Don't you die?

Fan Qiyu is only in his twenties. Is that old?

Old?

"Wei Chen I'm old. I can't pay attention to the affairs of the imperial court any more. I hope the emperor can do it. "

Fan Qiyu kowtowed:

"Aiqing has made many achievements in the war and is a general respected by tens of thousands of people in Lingcheng. How can you say something that betrays the people so much?"

Xuanyuan left the platform and narrowed his eyes. He could not tell whether he was happy or sad, but he still kept a few words:

the ministers were shocked.

Ten days later, fan Qiyu, seriously ill, went to the court to ask for instructions. He voluntarily handed over his military power and never stepped into the court for half a step.

Fan Qiyu fell ill after hearing the news, and his strong body almost became a bony figure almost overnight, and everyone could not bear to look directly at him.

……

"What people on the stage say is joys and sorrows, and what people listen to is full of jokes."

The white faced scholar wanted to say something else, but he turned his back to him, looked up at the sun and said:

while speaking, the storyteller had already bypassed him and walked out.

"What do you mean? If I speak to you respectfully and reasonably, how can you slander others

The white faced scholar's face turned from green to red:

"young master, a man with a mouth is not nonsense. Don't think that you can judge others after reading a few more books. You can tell me this when you are facing the enemy's pressure without peeing your pants."

Mr. Shuoshu didn't want to pay attention to the white faced scholar any more, but said in a slightly cold voice:

"but I still think it's overstated. When it comes to the bottom line, whether you are in Lingcheng or tianmingguo, you are just going to serve people. She was born to be inferior, so you should change it again."

The white faced scholar nuzzled his lips:

in fact, it's really unbearable for martial arts to speak after they are drunk. If they can get a speech of admiration when they are drunk, it's really something.

A white faced scholar is silent.

"How many people in the world can do this? Why do you think this is fake

"If you are not drunk, you will become a young man? Before Zixi's death, she asked Assistant General Yang to hide from Lord fan. Until now, Lord fan knew that she was so sad that she fell ill. How sad... "

Mr. Shuo Shuo shook his head:

"Oh, the martial arts men of marquis fan love to drink and eat meat. If they are confused, they can talk nonsense."

The white faced scholar frowned:

"these things are all told by the soldiers with the army. They are not made up at will. What's more, the young master has never been to the Lingguan pass. How can you know that this is false? Is it because you think that you can change a person's life just by your guess?"

It is said that the scholar touched his beard:

"Sir, he did not see these things with his own eyes, but what if he changed it?"

The white faced scholar looked sullen:

"in fact, why should we change it?"

Mr. storyteller just laughed:

"Sir, I don't think you should make such a solemn statement about a brothel woman, which makes people laugh, so I'd better change it and talk about it later."

He felt a little indignant:

"Sir, they all said that Miss Zixi went to tianmingguo for the sake of financial power. I also feel the same way. I think she only saved Lord fan with her old love, but she was killed."

A white faced scholar came to the Storyteller:

the storyteller didn't care about the reaction of the audience, so he lowered his head to pack up his things, stooped down to the stage and prepared to go home for dinner.

“……”

"You are right! The person who works in the lower part of the country is the person who works in the lower part of the country. Maybe he thinks that he can't marry rich children in Lingcheng. So he wants to go to the kingdom of destiny and climb into the king's bed. Ha ha ha... ""But I think you have said too much about Zixi. She was originally a brothel girl. Maybe she was used to serving people, so she went to the kingdom of destiny?"

"You're a scholar in vain. If someone else knows that you've done such erotic songs, you won't be able to serve in the imperial court in your lifetime. Ha ha ha..."

Others smile:

"I didn't expect a brothel woman to have such courage. It's really moving. There are few people who do Fu for brothel women in history. How about we do a few poems and Fu on this matter today?"

After hearing this, the people were silent for a long time, and they all exclaimed:

"after general fan was rescued, the king of heaven ordered the king of the country to be furious. He skinned and cramped Zixi girl and dried her skin on the pole for ten days and ten nights..."

"Marquis fan was captured alive, and Zixi was taken in by the monarch of Tianming kingdom. In order to save him, she sneaked into the tianmingguo camp regardless of the danger. At this time, the sky was auspicious..."

"Half a year ago, marquis fan led his troops to invade the kingdom of destiny, but Zixi was not willing to give up her heart. She even gave up everything and went with her. All the way..."

"It's better to start with the present Marquis fan. A year ago, he was a frequent visitor of Zixi girl. They came and went together, and they had feelings..."

The storyteller waved his hand:

there was a lot of cheering from the audience.

"This is good, this is good! Just say, sir, I'll just listen! We don't have money to ask for a good prize. It's always OK to have a good time

"Oh, Mr. let said, I heard that the girl Zixi of Yushui building was born to be a beautiful girl with white skin. She once made a stir in Lingcheng with a dance on the Lantern Festival. Would you like to tell us about this girl's love affair today?"

The listener's mouth is full of obscene smile:

"how miserable can it be? In the final analysis, he is just a prostitute. He deserves to die if he has no choice

"I don't know, ladies and gentlemen, the daughter Xi of Yushui building died miserably..."

The storyteller shook his head with a meaningful smile:

"cut, isn't a prostitute dead? What's the point? I said, sir, are you old and foolish

"Is that the girl Zixi of Yushui building? It's strange to say that she hasn't seen Zixi for half a year. She's dead. Why? "

Xuanyuanli disdains a smile:

"Oh, just for a brothel woman? It is also a pity that fan Qiyu was able to make such a decision. "