He Lingchuan stood up to pay the bill, and then said: "How about going to Tianyan Teahouse to listen to a book?"
"Let's go."
Tianshui City has been so lively recently. It’s already past dinner time, but the Tianyan Teahouse is still full of people. People are talking about business, reminiscing about old times, chatting about family affairs, and playing chess... Of course, more people come here to listen to books to relieve their boredom.
, to kill a boring afternoon.
But the stage was still empty, and the storyteller was moistening his throat.
He Lingchuan sat down and ordered a pot of chrysanthemum-scented tea. He had just eaten a barbecue and wanted some herbal tea to clear his mouth and relieve tiredness.
As soon as I inquired about it, I found out that the person who was about to start the lecture was none other than the mainstay here, the gold medal storyteller of Tianyan Tea House.
Dong Rui wanted to hear what the local storyteller said about the Black Armor Army, so he threw half a tael of silver on the waiter's tray: "Give me some questions, Emperor Jiuyou!"
The uncle who gives the reward can ask questions. Whatever he wants to hear, the storyteller can tell.
The guy bent down and quickly sent it over.
The storyteller accepted the reward, bowed his hand to Dong Rui, straightened his clothes again, then shook his clothes and sat down with his big horse and golden sword.
He coughed twice, and the surroundings became quiet, knowing that he was about to open his voice.
"The old man at the window asks the question, Emperor Jiuyou!"
This storyteller's voice is not pure and a bit high-pitched, but he grasps the ups and downs of the rhythm quite well, not inferior to Fu Liushan.
He Lingchuan happened to take a sip of tea when he heard that the scholar started:
"Let's pick up the next one! Let's talk about Emperor Jiuyou and his concubine in the eighteenth room..."
"Pfft", He Lingchuan couldn't hold it back and spit out all the tea in his mouth.
Dong Rui was stunned.
Chapter completed!