love day

There is an organization in Jianghu that specializes in inquiring about information, called Qingyuan Pavilion, the name is nice.

No one knows where the headquarters of Qingyuan Pavilion is, but the biggest point of Qingyuan Pavilion is located in Qi County.

Qi County, turn back to the inn.

Inside the inn, there was a man in white, sitting by the window. This man was dressed in men's clothing, with a dignified demeanor, and there were three valiant guards sitting with him.The four of them sat in gentle postures, and just called a pot of boiled water, and then put something in the boiled water, and then a clear fragrance came out, and they called it tea.

Then one of the guards first poured a cup of tea for the man in white.I couldn't see the manner of the man in white drinking tea, but watching the behavior of the three guards drinking tea was very gentle.

This scene attracted the attention of many people.

"Let me tell you a classic of our Ming Dynasty." The storyteller's voice was loud and clear. The so-called classics were actually known by the locals, but they just listened tirelessly. "That is the story of Mo Tianqiong, the youngest son of the first emperor of our country, the Happy King."

I saw the man in white shaking his hand holding the teacup, and a little water dripped out of the cup.

"It started five years ago when the second son of Prince Yu, who is the adopted grandson of the empress dowager and the warm son Mo Qingtian who gave the emperor's surname, disappeared."

"Wait." Listening to the book, someone asked, "I've only heard of the adopted son, where is the adopted grandson?"

"You don't understand that." Mr. Storyteller has already handled this kind of problem with ease. "At the age of Mr. Wenqing, of course he can only be the grandson of the Empress Dowager."

"Then there must be something special about this warm young man." The other party asked again.

"Mr. Wenqing has been raised in the palace since he was five years old. He became a monk in Huangjue Temple when he was eight years old. When he was ten years old, Master Xuankong, the abbot of Huangjue Temple, passed away. In the same year, he returned to the emperor's capital to visit the Queen Mother. He also disappeared at that time. But It is said that when he returned to the imperial capital to visit the empress dowager, the empress dowager personally went to greet him outside the imperial city. At that time, many people saw him. .”

The man in white held the teacup with great strength, causing the cup to make a loud noise when it was placed on the table, but the inn was very lively at the moment, and no one paid attention to the sound.

"Why did the tender son disappear?"

"I guess it's because the warm young man is too beautiful?" Someone said obscene words.

"What are you talking about, no matter how beautiful you are, you are still a man. If it is a woman, with an alluring appearance, maybe the emperor has taken a fancy to her."

"Shameless." The guard next to the man in white cursed, picked up the chopsticks in the bamboo tube, and flew towards the man who had just spoken.

"Green clothes." Only the man in white called the other person's name, the voice was as clear as running water, light and quiet.At the same time, the man in white moved his fingertips, and the chopsticks changed direction and stuck directly on the opponent's head.

what……

The other party screamed, and the scene began to be chaotic.I can't say enough about this book.

"Master." At this moment, a white pigeon flew into the inn through the window, and landed on the shoulder of the man in white.The man in white took off the note on the white pigeon, which contained the names of some medicines. "I'm tired, please come to the room to tell that gentleman."

"Yes."

Qi County is not only the biggest branch of Qingyuan Pavilion, but also the location of this martial arts conference.And this Huihui inn is a big inn in Qi County, and the price of a big inn is naturally not cheap, and the price in this extraordinary period is even more expensive.Even so, there are still a lot of people in this inn. Apart from those who live in the inn, there are also some people who don't live in the inn, and they often come to walk around.

In this way, the people in white are quite conspicuous.From the moment they appeared to the moment they left, many people paid attention to them. Of course, their actions just now were also seen by others.

Back in the wing room, the man in white took off his gauze hat, his perfect outline could be vaguely seen on the face underneath, but unfortunately, he was wearing a silver mask.

"Master." Lu Chang invited the storyteller.

"Come in." Qingtian was lying on the rocking chair, which was why he chose this room. The rocking chair was by the window, and it was quite comfortable to lie on.Especially in this warm spring season, spread a blanket underneath.

Suddenly, Qingtian remembered some things in the past.

When he was a child, in the empress dowager's bedroom, in his room, the floor was covered with the coveted furs of the empresses in various palaces. The empress dowager was afraid that he would bump into him while walking.

Later in Xiaoyao Wang Mansion, even though he shared the bed with Uncle Tianqiong, there was a blanket beside the bed, because he stayed in bed and uncle was busy, but he was afraid of coming back from work, so he rolled out of bed.

Thinking of this, Qingtian couldn't help laughing.

Although the silver mask blocked his face, it couldn't block his lips. The upward curve of the corners of his mouth was extraordinarily charming.At least that's how Mr. Storyteller sees it.

The thin figure in front of him has an unparalleled noble temperament. He casually leans on the rocking chair with a peaceful smile. He is covered with a thin blanket, and his black hair is scattered around his shoulders. For a moment, he can't tell the difference between men and women. .

"Sir." Lu Chang reminded, "You just tell the story, what you shouldn't read, what you shouldn't memorize, please go out of this door, and forget everything."

Mr. Storyteller is not an ordinary person who has never seen the world. People who have such an attendant by their side are not ordinary people, and the demeanor of the master in front of him seems even more noble.He said that he only wanted to make a living, and he didn't want to lose his life.

"Don't worry, son, I know."

After Lushang withdrew, Qingtian looked straight at the storyteller: "Please sit down, sir, and tell me the story of King Xiaoyao."

"Thank you, boss." The storyteller sat down politely, "Which passage do you want to hear about King Xiaoyao?"

"Let's start with Mr. Wenqing. How did Mr. Wenqing disappear?" Qingtian looked out of the window. He closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

"In other words, after Mr. Wenqing succeeded as the abbot of Huangjue Temple, he went back to the imperial capital to visit his relatives. After entering Prince Yu's mansion, he never came out again. King Xiaoyao doted on Mr. Wenqing, so he asked Prince Yu for someone in the court. Prince Yu is the father of Young Master Wen Qing. How could the disappearance of Young Master Wen Qing have something to do with Prince Yu? This matter is a mystery, but Wang Xiaoyao is a prince with a good reputation, so naturally he will not want someone for no reason. So, what's going on in the middle? Everyone doesn't know."

"Then what happened later?" Qingtian suddenly made a sound.

"Later in the court, King Xiaoyao was furious and stabbed Prince Yu with a sword. King Xiaoyao had already made great achievements, so a group of officials wrote a letter to join King Xiaoyao. When the emperor was in a dilemma, King Xiaoyao took out his ancestors The relic, the relic represents the highest power of the royal family, and it can be used to abolish the faint king and the treacherous officials. But because of this, it has attracted more criticism. So King Xiaoyao swore that he would never step into the court in this life."

Bang... There was only a loud noise, and the storyteller was moved by what he said. When he came back to his senses, he found that the teacup beside him had been broken.His legs trembled, and he barely knelt down and kowtowed.

"Are you a storyteller? Or is it a fact?" Qingtian got up, his flat voice could not hear any emotion, but the coldness of his voice was somewhat murderous, which made the storyteller startled.

"It's a storyteller, a storyteller." The storyteller knelt down in fright.

"If it's a storyteller, where did you hear it? Telling the right and wrong of the royal family is a capital offense." He grabbed the storyteller's neck with one hand.

Mr. Storyteller looked at these beautiful hands choking his neck. These hands should be used to play the piano, but now they are used to kill people.

"Don't lie to me." Qingtian squinted his eyes, and with his fingertips, he scratched the storyteller's throat.

"Don't dare, I really heard it. Everyone knows about this matter. I am not the only storyteller in Qixian County. Every inn has a storyteller who is talking about this matter. There are so many people in the Ming Dynasty, and there are others. It's the same with places. I've been to many places, different versions in different places, and I just put them together and modified it myself."

Qingtian pondered the authenticity of his words, but from the storyteller's eyes, he couldn't see the hypocrisy.The storyteller was scared and trembling, but his eyes were serious.

Qingtian let go of his hand. "Later, the story of King Xiaoyao, can there be a follow-up?"Uncle Tianqiong, how have you been these five years?

These five years... Qingtian told himself to stay calm, if there is anyone in this world who can touch his emotions, it is Mo Tianqiong.

"Later, King Xiaoyao disappeared from the court, from the royal family, and from everyone's sight. The country is so big and the people are so many, but no one has seen him again. Some people say that he became a monk in despair, and some people say that he is hidden in the In the mountains and forests, some people also said that he might be crazy, or that he might be dead..." But this is what people said.

Xiaoyao Wang Mo Tianqiong is a peerless talent in this world, but now he has vowed to withdraw from the court. Regardless of whether this matter is true or not, this is a great loss for the Ming Dynasty.

Uncle Tianqiong... His heart hurts so badly that he wants to cry.Even though he has endured physical torture for five years, he hasn't shed a single tear, but just hearing about it now, he can't bear it anymore.

Why is this?