Chapter 223 This guy deserves to be killed

"'Kiuzhou relies on wind and thunder for its anger, and it is pitiful for thousands of horses to stand silently. I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind.' When Wu Ding sighed like this, he was standing in front of Fuhao's tomb and weeping."

When Ni Tu mentioned this, everyone in the audience burst into tears.

Ni Tu couldn't bear to be interrupted, so he gritted his teeth and continued telling the story that lasted for two hours.

In such a scene, Ni Tu should have woken him up when he was talking about it, but seeing so many lovely ladies listening so enthralled, he gritted his teeth and persisted very compassionately.

"Fu Hao's life was fixed at the age of thirty-three, and Wu Ding was grieved. Wu Ding did not follow common sense and buried her next to the palace where he handled military and political affairs, so that he could always guard her."

"The floating clouds are shadowing me, the sad wind is swirling around me, and I have made three vows clearly. At that time, the world was filled with grief and anger for me. How could I bear to abandon my beloved wife and let him go to hell alone..."

Tears were already streaming down his face, and everyone present was despised by him.

Ni Tu could not express his feelings, so he could only sing with a beautiful voice:

"Axin, lives somewhere in Yinxu, like a vulture, perched on the top of the mountain..."

"Axin, there is sunshine in front of the Jokhang Temple, make a pot of sweet tea, and let's chat about the past..."

"Asin, you always dress yourself up like a boy, but you are more tenacious than Gesang. You are like the wind blowing through the bumps..."

"Axin, love is a seed of sadness, you are a tree, you will never wither..."

Angela Chang's loud and melodious tunes have traveled through thousands of years, hovering melodiously over the Tang Dynasty.

Everyone present had already burst into tears.

"Even though the tragic song was like this, Wu Ding was still worried that no one would take care of her after her death, and he still felt that his protective power was not enough to reach the netherworld. So, he led his children and grandchildren to hold large-scale sacrifices for Fuhao again and again."

"And many ghost marriages were held for Fuhao, and her ghost was betrothed to three ancient Shang kings: Wuding's sixth-generation ancestor Yi, eleventh-generation ancestor Taijia, and thirteenth-generation ancestor Chengtang. In the end, Fuhao was

After being betrothed to Chengtang, Wu Ding finally felt relieved, thinking that with as many as three great ancestors taking care of her, her wife would be safe and cared for in the underworld."

"Whenever there was a war in the country, Wu Ding would personally lead his descendants and ministers to hold large-scale sacrifices for his wife, asking her spirit in heaven to bless him to win. This shows Wu Ding's affection for his wife."

"She is not only a general who is good at fighting and drinking well, she is also a noble lady who loves beauty and is good at grooming. She is also a noble lord with independent financial ability and owns a large group of slaves.

Fuhao is the first truly legendary woman and great queen in Chinese history."

"Pa!" Xingmu knocked, and Ni Tu finally finished:

"This is the end of the story of the marriage of the first heroine of all time. Thank you for listening. The next chapter will be about the monkey king making trouble in the heaven."

"Crack!"

The gavel fell again, and everyone present still stood there, immersed in the grief and indignation of Fu Hao's death.

"It's snowing!"

Someone exclaimed, and then everyone looked up at the sky, letting the ice and snow fall on their cheeks and melting, and when the coldness penetrated their hearts, everyone slowly woke up.

"It's snowing!"

call……

The people at the scene began to talk about it.

Umbrellas were opened one after another, like duckweeds in the water or lotus leaves in the lake, floating in all directions along the street.

After a while, the originally bustling place became silent.

The clerks still cleared away the tables, chairs and benches.

Ni Tu had already stepped down and helped the old master carefully walk on the slippery snow particles.

Arriving inside the shop, the excitement among the drinkers has just begun.

Warm up a steaming pot of wine and fill it up for the old master.

He picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp.

Pour again, drink it all again.

Until he drank all the wine in the bottle, his face turned red and tears welled up in his eyes.

The old master suddenly covered his face and began to cry bitterly.

Xue Sanniang's eyes also turned red.

As soon as Ni Tu raised his head to look at her, she turned around, covered her face and ran to the backyard.

The figure on the back was obviously crying.

Ni Tu didn't know what was going on. When he turned around, he suddenly felt that the noisy tavern suddenly became quiet.

Ni Tu looked around the hall and found that everyone was in silence with their heads lowered.

Every eye was filled with tears.

Some of them had already burst into tears, wiping their tears over and over again on their sleeves.

Zhen Zhen'er, who was originally lively and active, also rushed in through the door.

Ni Tu wanted to grab his sleeve and ask everyone what was going on.

Unexpectedly, this boy's eyes were red and swollen. He flicked the sleeve that Ni Tu grabbed and walked toward the backyard without raising his head.

"This..." Ni Tuben wanted to question, didn't he just tell a story? How could these people fall into the plot of the story so simply and be unable to get out?

If television and movies were invented, these people would cry to death.

But after some questioning in his mind, Ni Tu felt that he was too ruthless.

This kind of world is a world of true nature that values ​​love and justice.

And in the world of the previous life, apart from being busy chasing profits and busy working for a living, what else could there be? If compared with people in this life, I am a steel that is immune to all poisons and will not be confused by all emotions.

Warrior, but isn't that forced by the cruel and ruthless life and world?

Although this world is not rich in material and the spiritual world is limited to a certain narrowness, people's true temperament is well preserved, creating a simple and true world.

At this time, Ni Tucai was afraid that he was too cruel, telling them this great tragedy, and trying so hard to perform it so hard.

Since then, Ni Tu planted a sinful and tragic seed in the hearts of the people of the Tang Dynasty.

Ni Tu originally wanted to use the story to make people in the Tang Dynasty laugh, but he didn't expect that he became the biggest joke.

Depressed and angry, Ni Tu stood at the door of the store, looking up at the sky, letting the ice and snow fall on his face, melting away the heat and anger on his face.

Ni Tu was feeling depressed and angry.

In a luxurious Luan Jia, Wu Mei'er nestled in Li Zhi's arms and burst into tears.

Li Zhi gently stroked Wu Mei'er's sleeve and patted it as if coaxing a baby. "Okay, okay, it's all that brat's fault! I made my beloved concubine sad. I'll give this boy to him later.

Cut it off and give it to my beloved concubine."

Wu Mei'er slapped Li Zhi's chest coquettishly, pursed her lips and said: "Your Majesty, please calm down and kill him. How can you still make money? How can you listen to other good stories? I feel sorry for my wife's good background. She is so young."

It’s such a pity that the immortal has passed away!”

"Yes, how wonderful it would be if everyone could live forever!" Li Zhi felt extremely melancholy, thinking of his father who sought immortality.

He really hopes to have such a magical elixir, but he is very contradictory. If he had it a long time ago, would it be his turn to be the emperor? If his father had lived a long life, he might not even be a prince now. Or,

Even if he is, he has always been a prince.

That would be so sad!
Chapter completed!