Datang Storyteller: Uncovering the Secret of Xuanwu Gate, Li Er was stunned

Many people suffered from being late yesterday.

Basically, I rushed over early today.

Those who didn't eat peanuts yelled at Qin Yu:

"Mr. Qin, do you still have peanuts today? Give us some."

"I want one too."

"And we..."

Qin Yu smiled wryly and shook his head. "Sorry everyone, there are no peanuts available today."

"Ah?" Everyone was very regretful, "Then when will it be?"

"I'm not sure about this, I will provide it to everyone if I have it."

When it will happen, Qin Yu doesn't know.

Depends on when you can get it.

Everyone regretted not being able to eat peanuts. Thinking of Qin Yu's words, they all expressed:
"Mr. Qin, don't you have to give us some compensation for not eating your peanuts?"

"That's right, that's right, we don't have too many requirements, just tell us a couple of longevity formulas first."

Qin Yu smiled and shook his head to refuse,

"Sorry everyone, the rules cannot be broken, but Qin can perform a song for everyone."

In order to listen to his storytelling, these people woke up at midnight and slept in the middle of the night. They hurried over without even having breakfast, which really moved Qin Yu a little.

They look very much like those fans who chase stars.

It was the first time for so many people to like and support him, Qin Yu was extremely happy in his heart.

"Mr. Qin can still perform?"

"This time I'll be lucky, hahaha, fortunately I came early."

"..."

While everyone was discussing, Qin Yu had already taken some porcelain bowls to the high platform, and poured some water into each bowl, with different shades.

Seeing this scene, although everyone was puzzled, they held their breaths and concentrated. They were used to maintaining this state when Qin Yu was on the high stage.

After preparing the bowl, Qin Yu tapped it with chopsticks and tried the tone, and it felt good.

I started beating different bowls with chopsticks.

In this way, a tinkling tune was born with the collision of chopsticks and bowl under Qin Yu's hands.

The expressions of everyone in the audience are different, but they are surprisingly similar.

That is shock.

They didn't seem to have thought that knocking on the bowls and chopsticks could also form a complete tune.

Li Shimin brought Empress Changsun into the restaurant, and was about to speak when he heard a melodious tune, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the source of the sound.

Then came a look of shock.

What did he see?
Qin Yu actually knocked on the bowl with chopsticks, and it became beautiful music.

This... How did it happen?
Empress Changsun also looked shocked.

Sure enough, Erlang was right, this Mr. Qin has a great talent!
Stranger too!
The two went to the private room calmly.

Cheng Yaojin had already arrived one step ahead.

Right now, he was enjoying the music played by Qin Yu with his eyes closed, so he didn't notice Empress Changsun and Li Shimin at all.

Li Shimin didn't make a sound, the picture was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to destroy it.

The entire restaurant was very quiet, except for the sound of Qin Yu knocking, there was no movement.

Even the cooking cook stopped.

Several boys also found a place to listen to music.

They were no less shocked than those who listened to books. Last night's meal and today's music, everything surprised them.

Just when everyone was shocked, Qin Yu had already slowly opened his mouth: "The captive horse suddenly went mad, the North Tower looked at the hometown of Nanshan, the soldiers were crying..."

Qin Yu sang a song called "The Beacon of the Tang Dynasty" amidst the rhythmic beating sound.

The very different styles, tunes that have never been heard before, and the unique tone of the storyteller paint a picture of soldiers fighting on the blood-stained battlefield.

When singing, Qin Yu intentionally used storytelling techniques to put everyone into the context of the song.

"Xuanjia is broken, cold and cold"

"Falling Tassel Spear, Mo Xiaoerlang"

"The blood sinks into the sand, the soul breaks into the clouds"

"Rust the gold, the remnant flag is covered with frost..."

Every word and every sentence makes people feel real.

Li Shimin, Cheng Yaojin and other people who have been on the battlefield seem to have experienced the glorious years again.

And those who have never been on the battlefield are also infected by the environment. They have despair, helplessness, determination to fight to the death, and courage to ignore life and death.

Even more yearning and reluctance for my sweetheart...

A performance is over.

Many people present could not help but shed tears.

But I realized the iron bones and masculinity of the soldiers.

Everyone didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

After a long time, in Li Shimin's private room, Empress Changsun clapped her hands and praised: "Good words, good music, sir, you are really a strange person."

If the person in front of her was not only sixteen or seventeen years old, she would really think that he had been on the battlefield.

Li Shimin came back to his senses, and also praised him.

"Mr. Qin is really a great talent. After a few days of getting along, what a certain person has seen is not even the tip of the iceberg."

The words of Li Shimin and Empress Changsun were like introductions, as soon as they finished speaking, others echoed.

They didn't expect that they just wanted to listen to a book, and they were so lucky to be able to hear such beautiful and wonderful music.

Those who didn't come, I'm afraid their intestines will regret it.

"Mr. Qin is really talented and unparalleled in the world."

"This song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world."

"Mr. Qin's method of performance is as old as the past, and the style of the music is even more novel. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the same song through the ages."

"..."

Qin Yu was dressed in white clothes like snow, like a banished fairy, with a refined smile on his face, he raised his hand and said, "You guys are so honored, Qin deserves it."

"Mister is a great talent, may I ask what is the name of this song?"

"The Great Tang Beacon Smoke Order!"

Qin Yu said indifferently, and simply tidied up the things on the high platform, waved his hands, and asked the boy to move the things down, and then he began to prepare for the lecture.

The cook Lao Wang quickly regained his senses and speeded up the cooking.

Soon, a big pot of fragrant and delicious dishes was ready, and the little guy put a portion on the table.

The golden potatoes and pork are both beautiful and delicious.

Everyone fell in love with potatoes as soon as they ate them.

"May I ask Mr. Qin, what is this thing? Why have we never seen it before?"

Qin Yu smiled and said: "You can call it potatoes, just like peanuts, it is also a foreign item. It is extremely delicious. It can be cooked or cooked. It can be steamed, fried, sliced, or shredded. Cut into pieces, each with its own flavor."

Yesterday, Li Shimin wanted to ask Qin Yu some more questions about these foreign objects and overseas countries, but he was destroyed by Changsun Wuji, so he couldn't ask.

But he didn't expect someone to ask what he thought in his heart today.

Hearing that there are so many ways to eat potatoes and they are so delicious, Li Shimin couldn't help thinking of potatoes.

"May I ask, sir, how to plant this thing? Is my Great Tang suitable for planting?"

Compared with other issues, Li Shimin is most concerned about people's livelihood.

Qin Yu only thought that he was active in business, and came up with the idea of ​​potatoes, smiled and said, "Of course!"