love poison

"He's not your father." Xin Mu said to Erlang, "he's just an old friend of mine."

Erlang nodded, and said indifferently: "I knew it a long time ago."

Xin Mu rubbed his head, then talked about other things.The father and son talked for a while, and the noise outside the carriage became loud. The carriage next to them was rented by a storyteller. The storyteller would tell a few paragraphs every day, making this boring trip interesting. After getting up, Mr. Storyteller lifted the curtain of the carriage and sat on the front of the carriage, and then yelled a few times, and everyone in the motorcade followed suit, all of them getting excited.

Hearing the voice, Erlang hurried to the car window excitedly, poked his head out, his face was full of anticipation.

There was no gavel, so the storyteller had no choice but to slap the frame of the frame, and said in a loud voice: "The last book said: Prince Yue went to Beijing to receive the title, and the eldest princess secretly agreed. It is said that the eldest princess of Yiyang saw him secretly from above the main hall. After seeing the elegant demeanor of His Royal Highness King Yue, he could not forget it day and night. The empress saw the thoughts of Princess Yiyang, and she seemed to mention this matter like the emperor. This Princess Yiyang is just twenty-eight years old, and she is beautiful In this world, besides His Royal Highness Yue Wang, who else can be worthy of her? The emperor naturally agreed with this matter very much, and soon sent someone to deliberately mention in the ear of Yue Wang that the emperor intends to marry the two of them. These two people can It is said that they are a pair made in heaven and earth, but His Royal Highness King Yue heard this, guess what?"

Erlang raised his eyebrows, and said nervously, "How?"

The storyteller clapped his hands again, and said: "His Royal Highness the King of Yue entered the palace wearing court clothes, and personally pleaded guilty to the emperor, saying that he already has a wife, and must not delay the eldest princess."

As soon as these words were finished, the bodyguards objected, and everyone laughed and said: "Nonsense, I have been running the bodyguard road of Yuezhou for at least four or five years, but I have never heard of His Royal Highness Yue. Get a wife!"

"You storyteller, how can you make up some nonsense by yourself."

"Fake, fake, you are making up things in the palace, be careful, I will sue the officials and arrest you, a poor storyteller!"

The storyteller snorted and said: "What do you know? I have a brother who works in the palace. I naturally know about these palace secrets. Anyone who wants to sue me will go. If you hear it, you won't be able to run away! Also, if you want to Don't listen, if you don't listen, I won't talk!"

Erlang hurriedly waved his arms and said, "Listen, listen, I'll listen, sir, tell me."

Mr. Storyteller ignored the laughing bodyguards, and continued to say: "His Royal Highness Yue Wang has a wife, and that person is a beauty of Yizhaoyue, but she has a poor face and died of illness very early. His Royal Highness Yue Wang has a wife for his dead wife. It is deep affection. After the beauty died, His Highness King Yue didn't even have a maidservant. Of course the emperor knew about this, so he said to His Highness Yue: "I am only as old as Chang Aiqing, and now my eldest princess It's the year of leaving the cabinet, and Aiqing is still alone. The person Aiqing thinks of may have been turned into bones. Aiqing is still young, and there must be someone by her side in this life.' His Royal Highness Yue Wang burst into tears, He replied sadly: "It is enough for me to be accompanied by his memories in this life.""

Hearing these words, several female family members hiding in the carriage couldn't help but let out a "wow" sound of envy.

Erlang's eyes were also shining, staring at the storyteller without blinking.

The storyteller continued: "After the word got out, not only the emperor, but also the eldest princess was very moved. In the end, in order to fulfill His Royal Highness, the eldest princess voluntarily gave up His Royal Highness and worshiped him as her elder brother. It became a beautiful story."

Erlang then asked: "Then what kind of person is the lady who died of illness of His Royal Highness King Yue?"

The storyteller regained his energy, and said with fascination: "It is said that she is a beauty of Zhaoyue. All the judges also know that His Royal Highness King Yue is also very good at painting. He often draws portraits of the dead lady. It is said that someone accidentally saw the beauty in the painting and was fascinated by it."

Erlang asked again: "What does it look like?"

"How do I know that?" The storyteller clenched his chin and said, "I just heard that she is a beauty who likes to wear light blue clothes. Later, someone wanted to curry favor with His Royal Highness King Yue, so he gave him a beautiful woman wearing light blue clothes. Yue Meiren, who would have thought that His Highness the King of Yue would be furious, not to mention the beauty, and even attack the person who gave the gift. From then on, no one dared to send a beauty to His Highness the King of Yue, and in Yuezhou, no one dared to Wearing a light blue shirt."

Erlang was fascinated by what he heard, and asked excitedly, "Then what happened next?"

"Later? No later. After His Royal Highness King Yue and Princess Chang became brothers and sisters, they returned to Yuezhou. It happened half a month ago. Nothing happened later, and I haven't written to the end of my notebook yet. "

Erlang was dissatisfied that the story ended here, and said: "Sir, then tell me again the part where His Royal Highness the King of Yue led fifty dead men to climb the cliff to rescue King Zhaoyue!"

The storyteller said: "How many times have I told it in the past two months, do you still want to listen?"

Erlang said: "I like to listen to it. I always feel that listening to the master's words makes me feel like I'm on the scene. It's like watching His Highness King Yue standing on the bridge, fighting one hundred against one and fighting the enemy bravely."

After Erlang finished speaking, not only the storyteller, but even the bodyguards burst into laughter. Cheng Jin pulled off the horse rope, walked back to Erlang, and said with a smile: "You are from Zhaoyue, and you also worship our Dasheng." A hero?"

"Can't you? A true hero should be like that! Why can't I respect His Royal Highness the King of Yue?" Erlang said with his face up, "Maybe I was also a member of the Rong family army in my previous life, and I was one of the fifty dead men!"

"You calculate your age yourself. At that time, you were already in your father's stomach. How could you be one of the fifty dead men?"

Erlang thought for a while, and it seemed to be the same, so he became a little unhappy. Cheng Jin was about to pinch Erlang's face, and Erlang whispered angrily, "I told my father that you bullied me."

Cheng Jin stopped immediately, and wanted to peek into the carriage through the curtain, but he saw nothing, so he raised his whip in a panic and walked away.

The crowd started to play again, and the storyteller told other people's stories. Erlang was not interested, so he put down the curtain and retreated into the car.

He saw his father holding "History of Famous Chess Players of Past Dynasties", but his eyes were always rigid, and he didn't read the content of the book at all.

Erlang pulled La Xinmu's sleeve and asked, "Father, what are you thinking?"

The author has something to say: I'm a bit stuck today, so I updated it briefly.

Recently I was thinking about whether I should make this a personal _Zhi I quite like this book and want to make a commemoration_(:з)∠)_

But I feel that no one will buy TAT

In addition, I will go out to play tomorrow, so the update is uncertain~

good night