Marrying Slag Gong's eldest brother[Transmigration Book]

The rain fell quickly and densely, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the ground, splashing water with an earthy smell.

Shen glaze was still carrying a lot of things, so she had to turn to a nearby teahouse to hide from the rain.The crowd was chaotic for a while, hurriedly walking home, or making the same choice of hiding from the rain as Shen Huang.When it rained heavily, the streets were deserted.

It seems that there will be no going back for a while.The ancients just had no business acumen, so why didn't the umbrella sellers come out to make a fortune like the modern subway entrances?Shen Jie was very upset, wondering if the ox cart drivers in their village would get caught in the rain?

But if Yu wants to keep people, Shen glaze has to stay too.He casually ordered a pot of tea, bought another plate of snacks under the shopkeeper's non-stop promotion, and lay down on the table to rest.The shopkeeper accepted the money contentedly, and stopped caring about those people who were hiding from the rain.

This teahouse is not too far from the gate of the city. It mainly sells tea, but it is not expensive and good tea. It is just a tea to quench your thirst.There are also snacks and some simple food, Shen glaze tasted a small piece, it was stuffed with red bean paste, I don't know what kind of cake, although the price is not expensive, but it is also extremely rough.

This kind of teahouse is often a place for pedestrians to and from the city gate to rest and quench their thirst.In a world without mineral water and bottled drinks, pedestrians can only come to these places if they want to drink saliva, and business is booming.The idlers who live nearby also come to sit and chat with each other when they have nothing to do, which makes the small shop very lively.In the center of the lobby sat a skinny storyteller, who was babbling along with a script he had heard from somewhere, and everyone around him listened with gusto, and some people even bought him snacks and brought him tea.

Shen Fang chose a corner location by the window, and the storyteller's voice was mostly covered by the sound of rain outside the window.He yawned, he was disturbed by Lin Jingheng last night, causing him to roll on the bed for a long time before falling asleep, and now he was a little sleepy.In addition, rainy days are the most suitable for sleeping... The cool wind outside the window blows comfortably on the face, accompanied by the storyteller's rambling voice, Shen Liang lays down on the table, and fell into a deep dream after a while.

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Lin Jingheng was sitting in the main room, with the rain curtain outside the door like a curtain, he couldn't help worrying whether Shen Ying, who didn't bring an umbrella, would get drenched.At this moment, a few cuckoo calls sounded outside the courtyard wall.

The cuckoo who is still outside in this weather is probably not a fool, right?Lin Jingheng frowned, and finally realized that the people under him seemed really not very smart: "Come in!"

A man in black turned over from the wall holding a big black umbrella, and glared at Lin Jingheng, "Master!"

Because Xiao Wu was ordered to recuperate from his injuries, he didn't have to come here. This time it was Xiao Lu who came to give the money - this person is really not very smart, so although he is strong in martial arts, he has never had any serious work and can only run errands.Seeing that it was him, Lin Jingheng calmed down and nodded to let people in.

Xiao Lu took out a bank note wrapped in oiled paper from his pocket: "This is 2000 taels." Then he gave Lin Jingheng a purse full of broken silver and copper plates.

Lin Jingheng was very satisfied, his younger brother gave Shen Ying 1000 taels, and he needed 2000 taels to be Shen Ying's solid backing!Not only is he more mature and clearer about his own intentions, but also fighting for financial resources, he will not lose!

"Master, there is news from the capital that the emperor has recovered and is able to go to court normally." Xiao Lu recited it to Lin Jingheng word by word according to the teachings of the other brothers and sisters: "Master's assassination this time has been found to be related to the eldest prince. It is also unknown whether there is any connection with the mansion. After the emperor returned to the court, the eldest prince was too busy to take care of himself, and he no longer cared about Changping City. The assassin had already left. When will you return to the mansion? How can this barren mountain and countryside be suitable for recuperating?"

Lin Jingheng turned the cup in his hand: "I want to stay here for a longer time. Continue to investigate the assassination, and make sure to find out the inside story clearly."

Xiao Lu: "Oh."

The brothers and sisters only taught him what to say to the master, but they didn't teach him to persuade the master to go back.Take back the master's words intact, and your mission is complete!

Lin Jingheng: "..."

Xiao Lu shook the big umbrella on his hand: "Then I'll go first...?"

"Wait a minute," Lin Jingheng called to stop him, "...cook the dumplings in the kitchen for me before leaving."

Otherwise, if Shen Yang doesn't come back, she might starve to death.

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After an unknown amount of time, Shen Ying was awakened by a burst of noise.Looking up at the window, the rain has dropped a lot. It has changed from bean-sized raindrops to continuous drizzle, and there are a few pedestrians walking on the street from time to time.In the teahouse, the storyteller thought that he had talked about something wonderful, and what woke Shen Qing up was the audience's applause.

Shen Huang was a little annoyed about getting up, and frowned in displeasure.The sound of the rain gradually subsided, and the voices of people in the room became clearer.Shen Ying listened intently... What the hell are you talking about?

Although ancient storytelling does not have a systematic and mature form of performance like modern storytelling, at least it should have a loud voice and a slow and slow voice, right?This one is not so much a storyteller as a storyteller...a bit better than a bedtime story.It’s also worth mentioning that it is the national IP of the Three Kingdoms, and ordinary people still buy it.Shen Liang shook her head, lying on the table and fiddled with the plate of dim sum.He doesn't like to eat it, but he can bring it back to the village for the puppy and nanna to taste.So I asked the shopkeeper for packaged oil paper.

The shopkeeper was also fascinated by the storytelling, and was urged twice by Shen Fang before he reluctantly got up.When he came back with the oiled paper after taking three slow steps, the story of the storyteller had come to an end.Shen Liang wrapped up a few pieces of snacks, and was thinking about whether to brave the light rain to go to the gate of the city to find people in the village, when a voice sounded above his head: "Are you here to mess things up?"

clam?

Shen Fang looked up and saw that it was the storyteller.He didn't pay much attention to it before, he only thought that the storytellers were old men or looked like old men in TV dramas, but now he came closer and realized that this man was only in his twenties, and his face looked a bit delicate, no Like a storyteller, but like a scholar.

Shen Jing denied, "How come, I'm leaving now." Although he felt that this person was really bad at storytelling, there was no need to start a conflict.

The storyteller had disbelief written all over his face, as if he had seen through Shen Huang's inner lines.He had already noticed this person!Since I entered the teahouse, it’s fine if I don’t listen to him talk, but I still fall asleep; it’s fine when I fall asleep, but when I wake up, I still listen and shake my head, shake off the burden without laughing, and don’t applaud when the talk is exciting. What is not provocation? !

Looking at this person's appearance again, he has red lips and white teeth. If it weren't for the small piece of broken jade embedded in his forehead, which looks too rich, he would have doubted that he was a young apprentice sent by his opponent to intentionally mess things up!

Shen Jie was stunned. It's still wrong to not applaud after listening to the story these days, and will be found?Shouldn't you reflect on your own business level?

As a person who has watched the performance of the Asian boy group DYS48, do you think your performance is very ordinary?Why do you have to force others to agree with your performance?

Well, as an idol, it's my fault that I don't have expression management in place... Is it so obvious to dislike it?Shen glaze rubbed her face.

The storyteller's mood gradually became bad, and he was also young and vigorous. He felt that his profession had been humiliated, and his face was a little red. He couldn't help but say the classic line: "You can do it?"

Shen Qing looked at him.

Alright, let me show you what real strength is!

As a person who was trained by the company to be an actor, and even sent to a drama school to study systematically in an acting class, Shen Jing was not that unfamiliar with storytelling.At least many paragraphs are officially included in the script textbook, such as "Reporting the Name of the Vegetable", "Geographical Map", "Baishihui"... It is a compulsory course for regular actors, and actors in the refresher class have to learn it.Shen Ying walked into the hall, patted Xingmu on the table, opened his mouth, and a section of eight screens came out, which was also about the Three Kingdoms: "There was a reckless man in the Three Kingdoms of the Later Han Dynasty. Since the three marriages in Taoyuan..."

You must know that art has also passed through the accumulation of the times. Dozens of generations have studied the stylization, text, rhythm, and breath that have been passed down. How much wisdom and sweat of artists have condensed. It is really not something that ancient people who are still in the groping stage can trace. Up.The storyteller and the shopkeeper were all stunned, and the guests who were about to disperse also stopped, and after a long passage of pouring beans into a bamboo tube, there was an incomparably warm applause!

So fast!Although every word seems to be heard clearly, it seems that nothing is heard clearly!

I don't know, but I feel strong!

The storyteller was also stunned on the spot: "This book can still say that..." No wonder this person would fall asleep listening to his storytelling. Compared with him, he was just telling stories to children, and he had no skills at all!

This section of eight screens is not too long, Shen Fang quickly finished speaking, regardless of the enthusiasm of the crowd calling for "one more section", she cupped her hands at the storyteller, picked up her big bag and left in style.

However, before he had gone far, he was chased by someone: "Wait!"

Shen Ying turned her head helplessly: "What's wrong?"

I can do it all, what else are you dissatisfied with?

The storyteller's face was still red, but this time he was excited: "Dare to ask... who is your teacher? Can you recommend me, or I can also ask you to be my teacher!"

Shen glaze: "???"

☆, apprentice