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People in border areas are good at making wine. For lunch, they use lactose, real snow, Mei Huajiu soaked in snow and fermented dumplings. They are still paid by Mu Yan, and then he takes them to an elegant teahouse next to the market to listen to stories.

We won't go shopping again. Regal, which I have forgotten for a long time, has a view that a man will not love to go shopping with a woman as long as he has a heart, because he has to pay for something that a woman likes. A man is just a leather bag, which hurts his self-esteem. If a woman doesn't like anything, it is simply impossible. Of course, this narrow view cannot be applied to Mu Yan and me. We went to the teahouse to listen to storytelling because the sun above us was too hot in June.

The teahouse was full, so we had to spell the table at the stairs. Mu Yan took out a folding fan from his sleeve and spread it out. It was a twelve-bone paper fan without a fan. The fan shook and there was a cool breeze on its face. The old man who is telling a story is sitting in a precarious position. What he said was a cold place: "On May 15th, on a moonlit night, the second son Xie Su heard a tip-off from an internal reference saying,' Chen Hou was ill for many days and swallowed his last breath in a moment. When he died, he had to wait in front of the couch with Prime Minister Yin Ci. Half a moment ago, Yin Ci had sent his confidant eight hundred miles to welcome Prince Su Yu back to China to inherit the title, the second son. Xie Su worked hard for many years, waiting for this day. At that time, my father died, and my brother, who should have assumed the title, wandered around the world because of his love injury. There is no better time. That night, Xie Suqiang attacked the palace, all the way to the palace, Wei Weiguang and Lu Xun defected, and the city of Qilihao was reflected as a burning city by fire, and the whole king was filled with the smell of blood and turpentine. In this palace change in the absence of the Prince, everyone thinks that the overall situation has been decided, and the next Chen Hou is undoubtedly Xie Su. But you never know, before Xie Su put the bloody sword in its sheath, the closed door suddenly creaked and slowly opened ... "

I said, "This palace gate must be in disrepair."

After that, I realized that the old man who was telling a story couldn't hold on any longer. He was drinking water and panting, but the people in the teahouse were still immersed in the cold atmosphere of the palace and did not recover. The whole second floor was as silent as night, which made my sigh particularly clear. ...

Mu Yan shook his fan with a smile in his eyes, but said nothing.

I vomitted to stick out my tongue, prone on the table to accept everyone's contempt. Outside the window, the sun is shining, the willow leaves are rolled up by the sun, and the cicadas hiding in the thick leaves are hoarse.

After drinking the water, the old man continued: "It is said that Chen Shizi Su Yu tamed 300 shadow guards, and these shadow guards became 300 swords, which together became an unstoppable cavalry. Before this night, most things about Wei were just legends, but when the palace was forced to rebel and the overall situation was decided, after the palace door was wide open, 300 shadow Wei appeared for the first time on iron hoofed horses. The shadow guard's iron hoof swept a desolate bloody path behind the palace gate, and a black hoof slowly strolled out of the snow at the dimly lit palace gate. Su Yu, who should have been thousands of miles away, was sitting on horseback, and Xing Wuji, the chief executive of Wei, held a bloody head in his hand. Things suddenly got worse. Half of Wei Yan's adjutant was promoted by the reputation of the prince, and Xie Su was a tiger with wings. This kind of situation is also difficult to deal with ... "

I feel that I am about to fall asleep, and the voice of telling stories only echoes in my ears. I tried to hold my head and whispered, "This story is really long."

Mu Yan took a sip of tea: "Do you want to hear the final result? The result is simple. Chen Hou didn't actually die, just slept for a while. When he woke up, he saw that Buboy was forced to die under the condition of serious illness. A few days after Xie Su, the second son, was executed, the neighboring State of Chen was attacked by the State of Jin, and the State of Tang came for help. Before long, Chen Ho was stimulated. Secondly, he thought that the battle between Tang and Jin might benefit from watching and was unwilling to send troops. Su Yuli, the prince of Yan, advised Chen Hou to send troops to help Tang for several days. In the end, Chen and Tang allied forces defeated Jin. "

After that, I raised my eyelids slightly and looked at me: "You certainly don't want to hear these stories."

I looked at him and almost cried: "I just thought the story was a bit long, but I didn't say I didn't want to hear it." Why are you messing with me? Still such an obvious spoiler. I hate you! " ! ! "

Mu Yan: "..."

The above jokes are printed in Hua Xu, Kyushu, and the copyright belongs to the author Tang Qigong. Please don't copy.