"Why are you coming to the Qinhuai River in broad daylight?" Zhu Gaoxu, who had just been practicing military training for soldiers in the Security Department, was a little unhappy when he was pulled out.
Zhu Zhanzhen said: "Second uncle, do you listen to music and read novels?"
"I can play music, but I don't read novels. Occasionally, I hear Mr. Storyteller say a few words. What's so good about an old man telling stories?" Many people in this era know that novels are told by Mr. Storyteller, because the education level is generally not high, and the literacy rate is not high.
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After Zhu Gaoxu finished speaking, he looked at the two girls who followed Zhu Zhanzhen out of the palace, one was Chu'er and the other was the North Korean princess Li Xiaozhu.
"Aren't you a North Korean wife unhappy? Why don't you feel like you're smiling all day long?"
"She's like this. I rarely see her smile."
"You have to tell her to smile more. If you don't smile, you will not be blessed. Your mother likes girls who smile best. Your eldest brother's new daughter-in-law is said to be blessed when she smiles, and your mother likes her very much."
Zhu Zhanyang was surprised: "Second uncle, have you seen my eldest brother's new wife?"
"My wife went to the palace and met her once. She came back to describe it to me."
"I can't help her if she doesn't like to laugh." Zhu Zhanchen was helpless.
Although Lee Hyo Joo is quite good-looking at a young age, her world-weary face is not popular in this era.
"Second Uncle, where are there many people listening to music and reading?"
"Over there." Zhu Gaoxu pointed to the building not far away. It was a teahouse named [Yunde Building].
"It's the liveliest teahouse in the city. Songs are sung every day. There are many storytellers and storytellers. The tea pavilion on the first floor tells mostly stories about the past, especially Romance of the Three Kingdoms by Luo Guanzhong. Occasionally I listen to it."
"Usually I go directly to the second floor, where I'll be served good music, good tea, and good music."
"What about the third floor?"
"The third floor." Zhu Gaoxu's face turned visibly disdainful: "It's where the intellectuals who have high self-esteem but lack of talent gather."
It can be heard from the tone that the second uncle does not like this group of people. Considering the status of the King of Han, it is easy to dismiss this group of people.
But it's unnecessary, it doesn't suit his identity, and these people all like to write stories. When the time comes to write a bunch of stories to entertain the King of Han, he himself will feel uncomfortable.
"So, the third floor is full of people who like to write novels?"
"The writer of novels stinks."
"Second uncle, you have some personal emotions in this."
"This group of people failed to pass the imperial examination. They are all arrogant and have bad habits. They have little talent and little knowledge, and have high vision and low skills." Zhu Gaoxu doesn't like the troublesome civil servants in the court, nor does he like the literati who write poems and lyrics in the market. Of course he likes to write poems and lyrics.
The Qinghuan people are not included.
Stepping into Yunde Building, the shopkeeper obviously knew King Han. He wanted to salute as soon as he entered the door, but King Han waved his hand to excuse him.
Zhu Zhanzhen and the two women looked around curiously.
The first floor was busy talking about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, where Liu Xuande led the people across the river and Zhao Zilong rode alone to save the savior. A group of people were eating melon seeds, drinking tea, and listening to the storyteller's vivid narration.
The storyteller can imitate the sound of horse hooves, the sound of wind, and the chirping of birds, and tell stories vividly with just one mouth.
Reading novels is one thing. Everyone has their own imagination. There are a thousand Ximen Jinlian in a thousand people's hearts. Listening to others is another thing. Listening to the stories described by others and feeling the thoughts of the storyteller.
"This storyteller is quite interesting." Zhu Zhanchen praised.
The shopkeeper of Yunde Tower didn't know who the young master beside King Han was, but naturally he couldn't be an ordinary person. It was probably King Han's own son.
"This young master, this is the boss of our teahouse, Mr. Lin Miao."
"Oh? It's your big shopkeeper, I didn't expect that."
The owner of such a big tea house went to storytelling himself, not for money, but because of his true love, and there were many people who came to him.
"Zhan Zhen, what he is talking about is the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which is the most widely read nowadays. There is also another one called Water Margin, but it is banned by the imperial court and cannot be told publicly."
"Second uncle, I'll talk to their shopkeeper later."
"What are you waiting for? Tell him to come down now."
Zhu Zhanzhen had a dark look on his face, but his second uncle was still domineering, and the shopkeepers who were following him panicked.
"It's okay, wait a minute, let's go up to the second and third floors first."
Going up to the second floor, the entrance is blocked with a thick cloth to prevent the noise from downstairs from being transmitted up.
As soon as I arrived on the second floor, I heard a burst of Wu Nong's soft words. The sound made people's bones go numb, and the second uncle became obviously interested.
"Who is it today?"
"It's the Dieyu girl from Cuixiang Tower. She's just sixteen. This is her third time to perform. In just these three times, she has become famous all over the city. She won many rewards from the young masters last time. She will perform at dinner tonight and is still practicing.
, if it weren’t for you, Prince Han, no one else would be able to come up.”
The King of Han smiled, and strode over with an evil look, took an imperial chair and sat down.
The sixteen-year-old Qinghuan, who looked lively in butterfly language, was practicing tonight's music when he suddenly saw a burly man barging in and sitting in front of him. His face turned pale with fright.
Mother Sang, the old nun next to her, hurriedly asked Shopkeeper Shou: "Shopkeeper Lin, what's going on? Didn't we agree that no one can come in while we are practicing Butterfly Language?"
Shopkeeper Lin whispered a few words to the old woman in a low voice. The old woman's expression changed and she immediately started whispering to Die Yu.
After hearing this, Dieyu bowed slowly and her voice was very nice: "I wonder if the prince of Han is here. If the prince likes to hear it, Dieyu will make a fool of himself."
Sensible and wise, this little girl can be famous.
The prince of Han was very satisfied. He looked half-lying down and said, "I won't accompany you upstairs until later. You can go alone. I'll listen to the music here. Come and call me when you leave."
Zhu Zhanchen had no choice but to take two guards and follow the shopkeeper upstairs.
Walking to the third floor, I heard a resentful voice as soon as I entered.
"The study is lonely, sighing at the autumn rain and the cold; the faint candles are dim, and a song is filling the cold mountains with winter; fame and wealth, poetry, wine, music and books; encountering spring flowers and autumn moon, encountering a clear river with no rain; riding a horse with apricot blossoms.
I am so busy that I dare to compete with the uncrowned champion."
"Tsk, tsk, I compare myself to the number one scholar." Li Xiaozhu, who rarely spoke a word, even spoke.
Looking up, the third floor was empty at this time. There was only one scholar holding the railing and sighing. He was the author of the passage just now.
The lonely scholar, even his clothes were patched, walked up to the shopkeeper when he saw him.
"Shopkeeper Lin, are you ready for lunch today?"
The thin shopkeeper was a little impatient. These poor literati came here to eat and drink for free, but the big shopkeeper liked to be with them, and often invited them to write dramas and novels with them, which was like keeping them in the shop for nothing.
The third floor is a small place, so we usually arrange them here.
The thin shopkeeper said impatiently: "It's not lunch time yet. I want to come here to eat every day. Young Master, please stay away."
Feeling that he was being discriminated against, the scholar glanced at Zhu Zhanxi and turned his back to them angrily: "Humph, if it weren't for Mr. Lin Miao, I wouldn't be willing to stay in this vulgar place for a moment. I'm covered in silk clothes.
, a pair of powerful eyes."
"Hey, you..."
Zhu Zhanzhen stopped the shopkeeper and asked, "What's your name?"
"Qinhuai poet." The man replied in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
"In the Ming Dynasty, was there anyone with the surname Qin Huai? Or should we say Qin?" Li Xiaozhu asked innocently and curiously.
"That's my stage name." Zhu Zhanzhen was a little speechless, and even more speechless was the young man himself.
"If you don't change your name in practice, you won't change your surname in sitting, Qinhuai poet Ji Zhenlun."