A traitor

On the small road between the mountains and fields, the vegetation is lush and green, and the scenery is beautiful.

Su Qinglang, Mei Liusheng and the others walked towards a tea shop not far away, dressed in civilian attire.

Lu Xun followed behind and asked Su Qinglang, "Master Su, what happened and why are we in such a hurry?"

Su Qinglang waved his folding fan and said, "Because I found out that the shop is a black shop."

Lu Xun was very surprised, thinking of how close Su Qinglang was to the proprietress just now, he couldn't believe it.

"How come, that store... I look pretty good."

Su Qinglang glanced at him slantingly, and continued to flicker without changing his expression: "Brother Lu, haven't you heard that there are inns in this Jianghu that specialize in murder and robbery? Not only that, they will also chop up the murdered guest officials Meat sauce, made into steamed buns, for the next batch of guests to eat.”

Hearing this, Lu Xun froze on the spot as if hit by a bolt from the blue.

After a while, the originally rosy face gradually turned pale, and then turned black again. He covered his mouth and suppressed vomiting: "You...you mean..."

Seeing Lu Xun rolling his eyes and almost fainting, Sun Zizhong coughed lightly, frowned and said, "Qinglang..."

Then, he turned to Lu Xun and said, "Qinglang was just joking with you, that inn is very good, and the food we eat is also very clean."

Lu Xun took a deep breath and said with a bitter face: "Master Su, can you stop scaring me?"

Su Qinglang raised his eyebrows and let out a hey, obviously playing tricks and said: "I just said that there are inns that cannibalize people in this world, but I didn't say that the one we stayed in is the one, which scares you?"

Mei Liusheng followed behind him, looking at Su Qinglang indifferently, and saw that he was dressed in snow-white and clear clothes, his long black hair was tied with a silver crown, and two hair ties hung down straight down. He was dressed like a boy.

Ringed with jingle bells, cloud silk and brocade, holding a folding fan in his hand, he walked leisurely in front of the team, like stars supporting the moon, full of vigor and infinite dazzling.

Thinking of his abnormalities these days, and what he had said with Su Qinglang in the morning, Mei Liusheng felt depressed, and looked away as if angry with himself.

There is no one around in the mountains, only one tea shop, a thatched tea shed, spacious and bright enough to accommodate dozens of people.

The owner of the shop is a couple, about 30 to [-] years old, quick hands and feet, diligent and enthusiastic, busy inside and out.

Su Qinglang walked into the tea pavilion first, but saw four or five guests sitting sparsely inside, one of them was sleeping in a corner, ragged and dirty, talking about something from time to time, only the robe and the crooked Only the gossip yin and yang diagram printed in the hair crown can determine that this person is a Taoist priest.

Seeing the flies flying all over the sky around this man, Su Qinglang frowned, and chose the place farthest away from him in disgust.

As soon as I sat down on my seat, I raised my voice to order a pot of good tea, but saw a pair of grandparents and grandchildren singing at the door of the tea booth.

Su Qinglang looked at them with great interest, only to hear the old man in the lead say: "I'm sorry, the guests, the little old man brought his granddaughter to escape from the famine and came here, but he had no choice but to sell and sing for a living. Please give me your appreciation." Thank you in advance, little old man.”

The others looked at each other and heard Su Qinglang chuckle: "Since you are a singer, you must sing well. If you just talk but don't practice, how do we know whether we should give money or not?"

The old man was very happy to see someone answering the call, and responded with a smile: "This guest officer said well. In this way, if you sing badly, please forgive me. If you sing well, you will give me a copper coin. Turn around, little old man." Buy a steamed bun for my granddaughter."

Once the crowd was mobilized, the atmosphere suddenly became lively, clapping and applauding, booing them to sing quickly.

I saw the little girl behind took out the allegro, and the old man put on the pose of singing a book. As soon as the words came out, the faces of everyone in the booth turned cold.

What they sang was a story of great rebellion, which happened in this dynasty and this world.Moreover, the hero of the story is on the spot.

It is said that many years ago, a young man was born in the family of a certain minister in the court. This young man was very good-looking, like a fairy descended from the mortal world, and his mind was also very smart. He was deeply liked by the teachers and classmates in the Imperial College. When the current emperor saw him, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, treating him like his own son.

However, the good times didn't last long. When the little boy grew up, a catastrophe happened in his life. Several bookstores with his classmates conspired against each other, which made him suffer as well. They were all locked up in the sky prison, and they were about to be executed for questioning.

The little prince was caught between loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, and finally decided to exterminate his relatives, exposed the crimes of his classmates, saved his family, and was rewarded by the court, becoming a generation of important ministers.

The cheerful and uplifting tone of words showed people a legendary story of promoting justice, but it was like a cloud of clouds that shrouded everyone's hearts.

Mei Liusheng looked at Su Qinglang tentatively, and saw that the corners of his lips were raised, listening with gusto, without paying any attention.

Sun Zizhong's face was very ugly, his face was always blue and black, he nodded slightly, his eyes were cold, and he looked at the grandparents and grandchildren without anger.

After a long time, I heard someone chuckle: "Hey, I said you old man, are you talking irony, singing irony?"

The old man became anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "How dare, how dare, this is all made up based on real people and real stories, and it is about the story of our court's current Minister of Rites, how dare you add more oil and vinegar, and brag about half a word?

Mr. Su was both wise and brave back then, he fought against traitors, personally supervised and beheaded his classmate, that is called being ruthless and selfless, and he is really a model of killing relatives with righteousness! "

The other party burst out laughing again, patted the table and said: "I see which mountain nest you came out of, you can't even tell the difference between loyalty, traitor, good and evil, everyone in the world knows that the Shangshu lord you are talking about, He is a treacherous villain, forming a clique for private interests, framing Zhongliang, a dog wagging his tail in front of the emperor, who only wants to make the emperor happy, and has no conscience at all."

The old man shook his head like a rattle, and insisted: "No, no, that's how the little old man sang along the way. Everyone was very happy to hear it, and gave a lot of rewards."

"Ants become elephants, bears become heroes, it sounds natural and fresh..."

The person who was talking to him continued: "They didn't think you were right, so they rewarded you. Perhaps, they thought you were an irony, deliberately mocking Mr. Shangshu."

The old man was very confused, standing on the spot at a loss, his round eyes were full of shock after being told the truth.

Together with the "hero" in his libretto, he turned into a clown, which made people laugh out loud and was even more interesting than singing.

After laughing, I was reminded again: "You old man, you have little experience, but you are quite courageous. If you dare to arrange Master Shangshu like this, I can tell you that that person is a celebrity in front of the emperor. This song will not be played again in the future." sang.

If you are listened to by someone with a heart, report it to the government, and the masters of Qingtian will send an official to arrest you and punish you. "

The old man shrank his head and said hurriedly: "Don't dare, don't dare to sing anymore..."

Except for those on Su Qinglang's side, everyone else had smiles on their faces. When everyone was immersed in laughter, Su Qinglang took a folding fan and clapped his hands a few times: "Okay! It's been a long time since I heard that." It’s such an interesting song, if I’m not going out for business, I really want to invite you to sing in my mansion, three times in the morning, noon and evening, until I’ve heard enough.”

As he spoke, he unfolded the folding fan with a hula, took off the purse, put it on the fan and said, "Come on, what you say is true, I will reward you."

Sun Zizhong frowned, and reminded a little reluctantly: "Qing..." However, under the watchful eyes of the people in the pavilion, he swallowed his words back.

Seeing that Su Qinglang had rewarded so much, the old man immediately burst into laughter from ear to ear, hurriedly cupped his hands in thanks, and urged his granddaughter to come forward to collect it.

The little girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, and she looked very fresh. Xu followed her grandfather to travel all over the world, and she was a little less timid than ordinary children.

She went up, took the purse, stood in front of Su Qinglang, looked at his face, and was in a daze for a while.

After a while, he couldn't help but stare, and blurted out: "My lord, you look so good-looking."

Su Qinglang raised his eyebrows, and half-hid his face with his fan: "I wonder if the adult in your libretto is more beautiful?"

The little girl nodded desperately, and replied: "That person is a bad person, but you are a good person, young master, so you are naturally prettier than him."

Hearing this, Su Qinglang bent over with laughter, raised his fingers and said: "The little girl has a really sweet mouth, but I like it..."

After saying that, he took off the sachet and jade pendant around his waist, threw it to her and said, "Come, I will reward you."

Silk sachets, gold embroidered threads, and beautiful jade pearls are all very valuable. When the old man saw that the visitor was so arrogant, he was afraid that his granddaughter would offend the nobleman by saying something wrong, so he hurried over.

Holding his granddaughter in his arms, he bowed to Su Qinglang and said, "Thank you, Young Master, for the reward."

He raised himself up, looked at Su Qinglang's face, and said: "The little old man used to learn face reading from the master in the past, but now he is gifted by the young master, and he can't repay you. Why don't you show the young master how he looks?"

Su Qinglang was more interested, and lifted the hem of his clothes: "That's naturally good, please take a look, when will I start a family, when will I have children, when will I be promoted, and when will I get rich?"

The old man straightened up, looked at Su Qinglang's face carefully, and after a while, said seriously: "Judging from the young master's face, he should be a man of great wealth and honor, and there are many peach blossoms in this life, but only one is the real marriage of the young master.

If you can seize this opportunity, you will be able to have a son soon. As for the promotion... Hehe, rest assured, you have a bright future in your life. "

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a disdainful snort from an inconspicuous corner.

A lazy voice said: "The sun rises in the west and sets in the east, you old man is interesting, if you are good, you will always say the opposite..."