Chapter 235: Masters compete, simple and unpretentious
The summer is hot, the sun is scorching the earth, and the sound of cicadas is heard.
Even the docks on both sides of the Bianhe River gained a brief moment of tranquility under such a scorching sun.
Huachuan Winery and the teahouse have a different lively atmosphere.
In the small restaurants on both sides of the pier, a group of shirtless men were crowded together.
In such a hot weather, the tea brought from home has long been drunk. Even the laborers who are searching for more have to spend a few copper coins to have a rest in a small teahouse.
Although the restaurant is small, it still employs a storyteller.
The storyteller is an old man with a white beard. He is a bit older and speaks slowly and slowly. He is not as impassioned and engaging as the storyteller in the big restaurant.
Because of this, his asking price was not high and he was hired by the owner of the small restaurant.
The old voice of the storyteller carries traces of time, just like the flowing Bian River, which has been used to the joys and sorrows of the human world for hundreds of years.
"The isolated city was destroyed and devastated. A ten-year-old boy covered in blood crawled out from under the corpse."
"The changes in the wind and dust, the red ground for thousands of miles, all the swords and arrows were broken, and the bones were exposed. The boy's eyes were empty, Family, friends, and loved ones were all lost overnight.”
"The little boy sat under the ruins for a long time and murmured, the mountains, snow, rivers and ice fields are desolate, and the green is the bones of white people in the smoke of war. From now on, my name is Qing Fengbai!"
The storyteller is not in a hurry. , there is no cadence, and the tone is so calm that it seems to be telling a long-lasting story through time.
An isolated city, a deadly battle, an orphan, and an uneasy feeling...
The noisy little restaurant slowly became quiet at some point.
Those hardworking men on the dock no longer cursed and complained about the stinginess of their employers, and they no longer talked about which girl in the flower alley was cheaper and more attractive.
They followed the storyteller's voice and watched the child who named himself Qing Fengbai begging all the way. After several years, they came to Kyoto and wanted to investigate the truth of that year.
Time is a ruthless butcher's knife. It is like the yellow sand in the north, mercilessly covering the withered bones of the lonely city.
Qing Fengbai watched this dynasty soberly and painfully. From the beginning, he felt sorry and admired Yun Gucheng, but later when the army came to the imperial city, everyone was unable to resist the enemy, but he was angry at Yun Gucheng for not holding it.
After the imperial city paid a large sum of gold and silver, silk and satin, and beauties like clouds to coax away the enemies in the north, everything returned to normal.
The flowers are in bloom, the girls on the flower boat are laughing and playing, playing and singing, and the nobles are drinking and singing, as if nothing has ever happened, no one is called Yun Gucheng, and there is no such lonely city.
Woo!
Obviously the storyteller has no emotion at all, but I don’t know why, sitting in this tavern next to the Bianhe River, watching the tall ships coming and going on the Bianhe River, blowing the breeze from the direction of the Bianhe River, You can still vaguely hear the sound of silk and bamboo on the flower boats, but a sense of sadness ignites in your heart.
The gentle-hearted man could not stop wiping his tears.
But no one laughed at him. The rest of the people either ate pancakes with their heads down or looked at the sparkling waves on the Bianhe River in a daze.
In the small restaurant, the storyteller is still telling distant stories, telling how Qing Fengbai went through all kinds of hardships to find the final answer...
And the tranquility in the small restaurant is not the same. Likewise, the Fuquan Tea House was still full of tea guests. At this time, they were filled with indignation and banged the table. "Those people who have lived in temples for a long time do not have the courage to go to the battlefield themselves, and they dare to doubt the integrity of Yun Gucheng!"
"I asked why reinforcements are not coming? It turns out that someone with ulterior motives spread rumors that Yun Gucheng is collaborating with the enemy!”
"Even if I think with my toes, I know this is impossible! How could Yun Gucheng and those sects do such a thing? They are the most loyal!"
"The common people's talk book The emperors here also have no brains. They just believe what others say!"
"We are different! , We are people who have seen the world! We can only gossip a few words on weekdays. In the face of life and death matters such as collaborating with the enemy and treason, we never say anything without ironclad evidence!"
People are very confident. Just like a few days ago, people everywhere were saying that Marquis Yongchang was going to rebel, but how many people in Kyoto believed it?
On weekdays, it is common for people to live in the palace and watch the excitement.
They will not live in vain for such a major event as annihilating nine tribes!
A smart tea drinker will inevitably connect the two things together.
Could someone be trying to frame Marquis Yongchang to deal with his wife?
That’s why Mrs. Yongchang Hou wrote the second part of The Legend of Gucheng to deal with such conspiracies!
If you think about it this way, everything makes sense!
I heard that Baihua Printing Factory's orders have been queued up to the end of autumn, but this book, the second part of The Legend of the Gone City, was temporarily cut in line and printed overnight!
There is also a little bit of rumors that there has never been a second part before. With the popularity of "Tales of the Lonely City", this is incredible!
The tea guest told the friend next to him about his suspicion. The friend was shocked at first, but then understood.
This guess is the most reliable!
One person can pass on two people, two people can pass on four people, and four people can pass on sixteen people. Soon, this guess has almost become the standard answer in Kyoto!
However, considering that Mrs. Yongchang Hou did not dare to directly knock on the door, it can be seen that the other party is powerful, so this guess is known to everyone, but it must not be made public!
Kyoto, which appears calm on the surface, is actually undercurrent.
Small courtyards that were usually deserted suddenly had people coming and going, all traveling in horse-drawn carriages.
The neighbors came to visit curiously, but were scolded by the boy driving the carriage.
"What a sinister thing, just like a Yaksha. Who knows what shameful things he is doing!" The neighbors cursed secretly, but they no longer dared to open the door to peek.
In the small courtyard, the incognito officials began to meet.
"How is the evidence prepared?"
The Imperial Academy Jiujiu took out a letter, which said that spring is coming to winter: "The letters are all ready."
The Imperial Academy held a wine ceremony, so I couldn't help but feel lucky that no one named anyone in these letters, so it would make sense to blame the Marquis of Yongchang.
“Then I’ll leave it to the Censor tomorrow!”
The censor often wanders around the market looking for inspiration. He always feels that the recent wind direction is strange, and he can't help but hesitate: "The reaction of the people is not what we expected, can it be done?"
"Don't panic! People's support All I want is paper The most important thing is to see what the person above thinks. Your Excellency is ready to enter the palace!"
After hearing these words, everyone finally calmed down and decided to take action. Naturally, it is 9 out of 10 stable!
At the same time, Gu Nanxi also put on her best clothes, held a small clay pot, got into the carriage, and drove towards the palace in a swaying manner.
Gu Nanxi and Grand Master Tong unanimously chose to go to the emperor to complain!
When masters compete with each other, they are often so unpretentious.
(End of this chapter)