The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

They said they were sending Zheng Ling back, but in fact the main purpose was to prevent him from escaping. You can see that this is definitely not a good student.

Yun Yan sent him back to the gate of the academy, wanting to see him go in.Zheng Ling held his hand reluctantly, "Your mother made something for me, so you come to me, and I will say hello to the gatekeeper."

"Come in, you!" Yun Yan pushed him back, "Be careful, don't get beaten again."

He hesitated for a moment, but still said to Zheng Ling: "If someone bullies you, you can order them to come to Daxiangguo Temple to find me."

Zheng Ling looked at him eagerly.

Yun Yan replied: "Hey, it's still okay to wear a sack."

Zheng Ling thought of Zhou Huilin, the victim of the sack for a moment, and then himself who was implicated, so his expression was very strange, mixed with various emotions.

After the two separated, Zheng Ling entered the academy, and was immediately found by his school boy, who was crying with tears all over his face.

"What's wrong, why are you crying?"

The book boy choked with sobs and said, "Alang suddenly came to the academy this morning, but he couldn't find you, so the master found your classmate, and after that, I found out that you lost in a fight..."

Zheng Ling didn't expect such a coincidence, and said depressedly: "Is my father still in the academy?"

"Here, I even sent people to Kaifeng Mansion to ask them to find you for help." The book boy cried, "The little ones have been beaten up..."

"Don't cry, I'm so annoying." Zheng Ling hurriedly ran into the academy.

……

Zheng Ling's father slapped Zheng Ling's buttocks, and he couldn't help but think that he had a head injury, so he would have slapped him on the head, "You little bastard!"

"Father, please don't hit me yet!" Zheng Ling yelled, "Don't you want to know where I stayed last night?"

Zheng Ling's father was stunned for a moment, and shouted: "I don't want to!!"

Zheng Ling didn't expect that his father would not follow the routine, and hurriedly shouted: "I'm at Daxiangguo Temple!"

Zheng Ling's father turned a deaf ear and pressed him on his lap.What's so strange in Daxiangguo Temple?It is the downtown area of ​​Bianliang.

Zheng Ling shouted again: "It was a younger brother who looked very similar to me who rescued me, and his mother also resembled me very much!"

When Father Zheng Ling heard this, he paused for a moment, then continued to beat him up, "Go on."

Zheng Ling burst into tears, "My head is broken, and you still beat me...Father, do you think that is my aunt? Why does she live in that place? I have seen her tapestry , it’s clearly the technique of our family’s female relatives!” And it’s impossible for someone from the same family to know it, because it’s a technique inherited from his great-grandmother from her natal family.

Father Zheng Ling stopped, frowned and said, "Shut up!"

"I won't shut up, tell me, what happened to my aunt, why have I never heard of her existence? She is so sad!" Zheng Ling wailed, originally because of Zheng Ping's evasive attitude, he was not sure, But what was meant to divert attention before was actually cheated out, so I simply continued to cheat.

"Just talk nonsense," Zheng Ling's father said coldly, "Where did you find your aunt outside? That's not your aunt at all!"

……

After Yunyan sent people back, she spread out the paper and started to write in the notebook, writing and revising at night, and a prototype came out.The next day, I sketched the sentences again, and then sent them to lay monks for rehearsal.

Hui Chong was very surprised when he saw that there was a new book, "Didn't you say that new stories will come out slowly?"

"Don't mention it, something happened." Yun Yan said with her hands in her hands, "A few days ago, Zhang Shan was building a bridge, and we knew that our master was in trouble. There were two leaders crying and wanting to marry him!"

Hui Chong: "..."

Yun Yan replied: "It's all because of the stories you usually tell. The ladies thought it was true, but they didn't believe it was a story. They were fascinated."

Hui Chong said jealously: "Why didn't such a good thing happen to me?"

Yun Yan looked at him with a smile that was not a smile.

Hui Chong was afraid that he would sue him, so he quickly said solemnly: "It's just a joke, I devote myself to the Buddha..."

Hui Chong sometimes felt that it was no wonder Master liked Brother Yan. In the entire Daxiangguo Temple, in terms of being the most qualified monk, Brother Yan would definitely be among the best, but he was not shaved.Sometimes Hui Chong would feel ashamed when discussing Buddhist gatha and principles used in stories with Brother Yan.If Brother Yan came to be a monk, would there still be a place for him to chant sutras?

Yun Yan replied: "This story needs to be rehearsed by all the brothers, and it will be released in a few days."

"Naturally, otherwise, this matter is so evocative, but if it spreads, it will hurt Master's reputation." Hui Chong also understood the deep meaning of Yun Yanhui's rush. Although he was upright and not afraid of the shadow, the common people liked it. Watching the fun, otherwise there would be no rumors to refute, and some people think that Qing is really a person who has nothing to do every day and even poops.

Yun Yan returned to this new book, actually starting from this aspect, simply describing the disillusioned stories of the elegant lady and her idol after being together, for example, the lady always understands her sweetheart's behavior from her own point of view, and the final result It's completely different, and I found out that my sweetheart is just an ordinary person, with all kinds of emotions and six desires, and wants to eat and drink.

It’s funny on the surface, but deep down I hope that people who hear the story will be able to wake up. As for how others think that everything is illusory, it doesn’t matter. Yun Yan said that she actually does not believe that everything can be equated with illusory .

It's not a very long story. On the day of the appointment with Zhou Ren'ai, the lay monk also rehearsed it, and hung it up to tell a new book today.

Zhou Renai took several daughters to Wazili to listen, and Zhang Shanren followed.

This story is very attractive at the beginning. The woman lives with her idol. The first few things can be said to be interesting, making them very devoted and smiling, but later it is thought-provoking. himself.

Especially at the end, lay monks also seem to emphasize unintentionally that the story is just a story, not adapted from real events, and any similarity is purely coincidental.It made them think, is it really just the person in the story that they fell in love with?

Zhang Shanren also smiled when he heard it, and went backstage to find Yunyan after it was over.

"How about it, have my eldest nieces woke up?" Yun Yan was ready to go back, and if one story didn't work, she would tell another story. If it didn't work, she had to take them to peek and spit.

"Looks like he's awake." Zhang Shanren looked at him with a smile, "It's just your story, aren't you trying to compete with me for business?"

Just because there are more amusing elements in this story, but there are not so many parts involving "Zen".In the past, Yun Yanhui was controlling the proportion, but this time because of the purpose, he didn't care so much.The layman watched the excitement, and the expert watched the doorway. Zhang Shanren could see it all at once.

But in fact, in the original history, in the later part of the scriptures, the scriptures were also dominated by jokes. This is the choice of the market, and the public prefers to listen to jokes.Now everyone thinks it is fresh, but after the novelty wears off, gradually, they will feel that the colored scriptures are more in line with their tastes.

Artificially enhancing the fun of speaking scriptures and controlling the proportion of comical scriptures can only delay the arrival of this day.After several years, Yun Yanhui could no longer control her.And on that day, the real competition between the monk and the talker will come.

Zhang Shanren may not be able to predict this ending, but he is keenly aware of it, and he can tell this story.

Yunyan looked back to see if no one noticed, and cupped her hands at Zhang Shanren, "Brother, just let me go."

"You use this method, change it, and send me some stories." Zhang Shanren said with a smile.

"But you don't come from this way at all!" Yun Yan replied, although Zhang Shanren was making jokes, but he mainly satirized current events, and this one, the style of painting is obviously more silly and sweet.

Zhang Shanren said: "I still have disciples... You can't just take care of your niece and not your nephew, can you?"

As soon as he mentioned those nephews who could be his father, Yun Yan got a headache, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I will change."

The core of the story is there. If we cut out the Buddhist principles from the beginning to the end, we can create a series of stories.The people of Zhang Shan still have a heart. Now some people take it and change it without saying hello. Anyway, if they change their appearance, they can pretend that they are their children. Of course, such unruly people are cast aside by the industry.

Just after Yunyan finished talking with Zhang Shanren, Zhao Yunchu also appeared over there.

The child entered the backstage and ran back towards Yunyan, "Brother Yan."

Yun Yan looked back and saw that the tip of his nose was sweating, and pressed him down, "Have tea."

Zhao Yunchu poured a cup of tea obediently, "Brother Yan, what you asked me to inquire about..."

"Wait." Yun Yan pressed his shoulder back.

After all, Zhang Shanren is an old Jianghu, so he chuckled, "I'll go and see Renai." Then he turned and left the backstage.

Only then did Yun Yan ask, "How?"

Although he had already seen Zheng Ling again, but because of Zheng Ping's attitude, it was really difficult to know Zheng Ling's bottom line.

Zhao Yunchu said: "That Zheng Ling, it's like this, his family has been an official for several generations, his grandfather Zheng Xun is a scholar of the Imperial Academy, and he is also a judge of the official court, his father Zheng Xun..."

"Wait," Yun Yanhui suddenly felt that something was wrong, training words? "Which one is it, which one is it?"

Zhao Yunchu said in a daze, "Yan Chuanxun, what's wrong with the cursive at the beginning?"

Yun Yan's face went blank for a moment: "...what the hell?"

Zhao Yunchu: "??"

Although in ancient times not all women were able to be named according to the family name, but Zheng Ling's father's name training, from the words, Zheng Ling's grandfather is the first name of the cursive, if Zheng Ping is Zheng Ling's aunt, it is impossible to be named like this. !

Obviously, Zheng Ping could only be Zheng Ling's grandfather's sister...

The corner of Yunyan's mouth twitched, thinking of Zheng Ling's words, to be honest, if it weren't for Zheng Ling's words "I treat you like a younger brother", he wouldn't feel so thunderous right now.

This is embarrassing, you want to treat me as your younger brother, but I am your cousin...