Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"How?" Zhang Ming was a little puzzled.

The old man Huang shook his head and said, "I was still a little skeptical before, but after what happened during the day, I guess it's probably nine out of ten."

Zhang Ming also realized that since the storyteller was Xuanwu envoy, and Qinglong was the one who threw the sword at that time, he didn't recognize him before he made a move.

"Then how do they get in touch?" Zhang Ming asked.

"How does this old man know?" Old Man Huang shrugged. He just heard the wind and was going to watch the show today.

While speaking, the drama on the stage started, the gong was struck, and the tables, chairs and other objects were lifted up.

There were people coming and going on the stage, and the stage was tidied up in a blink of an eye, and everything that should be moved had already been moved up.

Old man Huang stopped talking. If he wanted to talk about it, he probably wouldn't be able to finish it in a short while.

Zhang Ming looked up, and muttered, "Then what's the show tonight...?"

Old man Huang took a sip of his wine, looked at the scene that was about to start on stage, smacked his lips and said, "...the storm is coming."

Zhang Ming turned his head and took a look, it seemed that old man Huang had misinterpreted his meaning.

Don't want to, let's watch a play.

Bang ding, dong ding, the curtain was pulled open, there was a bench and two seats on the stage, and there were two people dressed as elders sitting on it, and a scholar with delicate features was sitting under the hall.

Zhang Ming was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses, and murmured: "Peach Blossom Temple...why is it the last act?"

This familiar opening scene, the scholar's attire, is Su Baoyu in "Peach Blossom Temple".

Zhang Ming felt a little ironic. He didn't let him in when he came to sell the door himself, but in the end, the playbook still fell into the hook.

Fate?It's better not to believe this kind of thing.

"Reversal? It's still this character." Zhang Ming felt a little relieved that this was his ideal version.

The scholar on this stage is none other than the woman who sang Du Liniang back then, and the reverse scholar is even more heroic, with the heroic spirit of an ordinary man.

Old man Huang cheated Zhang Ming of the wine and drank it non-stop. When he saw the scholar on the stage, he turned his head and smiled at Zhang Ming: "The corner of this scene has come."

Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows and continued listening.

As soon as this scene started, it will be the last scene, which is the scene where Su Baoyu recognizes his ancestors and returns to his ancestors.

When you wake up from a dream, you have to wait for the spring thunder, and when the flowers bloom, you have to wait for the rain and wind.The nunnery is secluded and there is no spring, no wonder he sleeps hazy all the year round.

"What is this singing about?"

"I dont understand……"

The people watching the play under the stage were puzzled and shouted.

This play is sung in a wrong way, there is no beginning of the story foreshadowing, and it is sung to the end in one go, so there is nothing to watch.

'Su Baoyu' on the stage ignored her and sang on her own.

Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows. Peach Blossom Temple was supposed to have a happy ending, but for some reason, the scholar on stage sang unwillingly and arrogantly.

This is completely inconsistent with what is written in his playbook.

"This play...was sung wrong." Zhang Ming muttered.

Old man Huang said: "You know?"

Zhang Ming turned his head and replied, "I wrote the script, of course I know."

The old man Huang looked at Zhang Ming with a little surprise, and said, "You are a wine seller, and you can also write playbooks?"

Zhang Ming didn't answer, but the old man Huang continued: "The play you wrote must be sung according to what you wrote?"

"And how do you know?" Old man Huang paused, then smiled, and said, "The scholar on the stage, who is singing?"

Chapter 94: The show is over, it's over.

This is not the Peach Blossom Temple in his memory.

Su Baoyu is not Su Baoyu either, it may be the actor himself, or it may be someone who is singing.

"Let's go, today's show... I really didn't watch it."

"It's gone, I really don't know what happened."

The audience gradually dispersed, with dissatisfaction on their faces. With the first person, more people left.

Zhang Ming and old man Huang were sitting in the middle of the stage. Everyone in front, back, left, and left had already left, and only the two of them were still working.

"How is the singing?" Old man Huang stopped drinking, his eyes became clearer.

Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Oh?"

Zhang Ming thought for a long time before he came up with an answer: "The actors on the stage are not singing the characters in the play, so they can't be judged."

"Then tell me, who is singing?" Old Man Huang asked.

Zhang Ming looked at the woman playing the role of a scholar on the stage. She should have been a scholar, she should have been Du Liniang, and the last thing she should have looked like now.

If he remembered correctly, the actor who played the scholar should be called Su Tan.

Zhang Ming had some guesses, and said with some uncertainty: "It should... be about Madman Su."

Old man Huang just smiled and didn't speak.

.........

.........

Su Tan saw that the scholar was playing the role of the scholar. The scholar should be humble and elegant, but his gestures are full of arrogance, like a general on the battlefield, not afraid of life and death, because she believes that she will never lose.

That's not what a character in a play should be.

What she sang was not a scholar, but what she thought in her heart.

Many years ago, there was a man named Su Kuangren who guarded Jian'an. Everyone was afraid of him and thought he was a lunatic, so they didn't dare to provoke him.

At that time, no one in the Jianghu dared to act recklessly in Jian'an City, just because there was a madman Su in the city, a lunatic.

On Double Seven of that year, Tan Yue'er, who was an oiran, climbed to the highest attic in Jian'an City, but was frightened back by a long gun, which was the original Su Kuangren.

The thing Su Kuangren regretted most in his life was because of a woman.

He lost his arrogant capital and became concerned.

Thousands of miles across the northern desert, with a single shot.

He was covered in blood on the battlefield, and he picked one in three steps. He used his actions to tell the world that he was not a lunatic, but a lunatic.

Bei Mo and his party couldn't feel at ease in the end, the madman should be alone, he seemed to have forgotten.

From Beimo to Jiangnan, after all, he failed to return to Jian'an City, only twenty miles away.

When the spear in his hand fell to the ground, the madman sometimes lowered his head.

Since then, Jian'an City is no longer as peaceful as Zeng Jin, just because the lunatic is gone.

What Su Tan sang was none other than what she thought in her heart.

They sang Su Madman, they sang about arrogance, and they sang about unwillingness in their hearts.

There was once a man named Su Kuang in Jian'an City.

The show is over, it's over.

The scholar finally finished singing, and no one in the audience applauded.

Su Tan raised his eyes to look down the stage, and there were only a few people left, thinking to himself: "If there is a next time, I must sing "Peach Blossom Temple" again."

Zhang Ming, who was in the audience, looked behind him. There were only a few people, but some of them hadn't left yet.

These people either didn't understand, or were attracted by the scholar's arrogance.

Zhang Ming suddenly saw a woman in red standing in the corner of Goulan.

Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of the eyes of the woman in red, but she didn't seem to feel it, she just looked at the arrogant scholar on the stage.

The old man Huang followed Zhang Ming's line of sight and saw the tearful woman.

Old man Huang took a sip of his wine and said, "That woman is Suzaku from Sifang Envoy."

"Huh?" Zhang Ming was taken aback, then glanced at the woman in red in the corner.

This matter... seems to have become more chaotic.

……

The actors on the stage leaned over to take the curtain call, and then they stepped off the stage. Today's play is over, and this is the last one.

Everyone in the audience had dispersed, including the red-clothed Suzaku.

Zhang Ming turned his head to look at old man Huang, and asked, "Sifang envoys since when?"

"You ask me, who am I going to ask?" Old man Huang thought for a while, and finally changed his mind: "It probably hasn't been long, maybe more than ten years."

Zhang Ming closed his eyes and thought for a while before opening his eyes, as if he had got some answer.

"Today's show isn't over yet, is it?" Zhang Ming said.

The old man Huang took a sip of his wine with a smile, and praised: "You are not stupid, the shopkeeper."

"I guessed it." Zhang Ming continued: "The actor who played the scholar just now is called Su Tan, and he should be a descendant of Madman Su. I'm just thinking now, Qinglong, Suzaku, and Baihu, who are they? Who killed Madman Su, or...whose people?"

"Just keep reading." Old man Huang said.

"But there is no more drama here."

"The old man will take you there, and the wine gourd will be kept by the old man first."

.........

There is a long pavilion more than [-] miles outside Jian'an City.

It was already the third watch, but there was an old man at the pavilion with a lamp in his hand.

Wearing a coat, holding a folding fan, and wearing a pair of black cloth shoes, he is the storyteller in the bar.

He seemed to be waiting for someone.

After a while, the candle in the lamp flickered, and the storyteller looked up, and saw that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

There was a woman in red, with a little cinnabar between her eyebrows.

There was another swordsman with a thin face and a scar on the side of his face.

There is another person who also holds a sword, but he is a young man in the year of the crown.

The storyteller stood up, and the four of them gathered around the stone table.

The storyteller raised his head, his eyes clouded.

Jian'an Xuanwu envoy, a storyteller, guards the south of the city, and his name is Jiang Anshan.

The skinny swordsman looked at the familiar but unfamiliar people in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

Jian'an Qinglong envoy, holding a long sword, guarding the east of the city, is called nonsense.

Another man with a sword, with a cold face, is a young man. He is not the white tiger of the past, but he just came to power and looks a little immature.

Jian'an White Tiger Envoy, holding a long sword, guards the west of the city, named Liu Yihan.

The beautiful eyes of the woman in red are lightly raised, full of charm.

Jian'an Suzaku Envoy, dressed in red, guards the north of the city, named Bai Mei.

After the four of them finished speaking, the inside of the pavilion fell silent.

Not far away, there were two people sitting on the branches of a tree, each holding a sleeping white cat in his arms.

The other was an old man with white hair, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and kept pouring wine from his mouth.

"Have I seen this White Tiger Envoy before?" Old Man Huang muttered softly.

Zhang Ming recognized Liu Yihan, who was usually by Gongsun Yu's side, and he was called Duan Hulu, so he still had some impressions.

There was silence in the pavilion for a long time, and the four masters guarding the four corners of Jian'an City looked at each other and remained silent.