In fact, Zhuang Ke and the others just came here to listen casually for Yan Mingzhu's sake. They didn't even think about how interesting the storytelling could be.
What's more, the storyteller on stage was a pretty girl. The young men who were summoned by Zhuang Ke showed disdain on their faces when they saw that it was a female storyteller.
Liu Niang's time on the stage was not very long, and Ming Yuexuan's business was bleak before, so there were only a few listeners all day long.
But today, the audience was crowded, and all of them were young men from noble families. Liu Niang rarely became nervous.
When she looked down the stage, she happened to meet Yan Mingzhu's calm gaze. Yan Mingzhu smiled at her, with a look of trust in his eyes.
Liu Niang suddenly felt a lot more confident. She took a deep breath, sat down on the chair, picked up the wake wood, slapped the table, and said: "It is said that there is a cold and charming female general who fights on the battlefield as a woman.
illustrious military exploits,
It's a pity that God is jealous of talents, and the female general died young. I didn't expect that seventeen years later, the spirit of the female general would return and be reborn in a woman..."
At first, everyone in the audience showed no interest, and after hearing about the female general, they knew that Liu Niang was telling another story about the Ming general.
The deeds of Azhu of the Ming Dynasty have long been tired of being told by storytellers in teahouses. What kind of story has the audience not heard?
Unexpectedly, this female gentleman actually found another way and came up with a story about the rebirth of a female general, which sounds strange.
And as the story goes on, the reborn female general actually gets involved with the Cold War God Prince of the Qing Dynasty.
The two people join forces, and the rivalry scene can be said to be very exciting. It makes people scratch their heads and can't wait to listen to all the next chapters.
Yan Mingzhu also listened with great interest. She just made a suggestion yesterday. Unexpectedly, Liu Niang not only put it into practice, but also the story she wrote overnight turned out to be so soul-stirring, vivid and interesting.
Looking at the attentive expressions of the listeners in the audience, Yan Mingzhu knew that as long as today's story was told, it would be through the mouths of these young masters from aristocratic families.
If you spread the word, the business of the tea house will gradually improve.
Zhuang Ke was listening intently, and a cool breeze came from the back of his neck to his ears.
Zhuang Ke scratched his ears. He didn't pay attention at first, but he felt his ears were getting more and more itchy. Then, a cold voice sounded: "Does it look good?"
Zhuang Ke replied without thinking: "It's wonderful, don't disturb me, or I'll beat you to death!"
The voice sneered again, "Who are you beating?"
Zhuang Ke suddenly came back to his senses, and belatedly realized that the voice was particularly familiar. He turned his head and met a pair of eyes as cold as frost.
His eyes widened instantly, Zhuang Ke was overjoyed, his butt lifted off the stool, "Jingxue, you're back!"
When Yan Mingzhu heard the commotion here, she turned around and saw that Mr. Zhuang, who was always arrogant and refused to admit defeat, was almost completely attached to a man at this moment.
The man was tall and tall, with a handsome face. There seemed to be a frost between his brows. In addition, he was wearing a dark black brocade suit, which made him look even more ruthless.
But for such a cold and unsmiling man, when he looked down at Zhuang Ke, there was a hint of smile floating in his eyes.
"When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me in advance so that I could pick you up?"
After the excitement was over, Zhuang Ke regained his balance and patted the man on the shoulder.
The man explained two words carefully: "Just arrived."
Zhuang Ke was not annoyed that the other party talked less, but acted as if he was used to it, and even pulled him to introduce Yan Mingzhu.
"Miss Yan San, this is my good friend, Ji Jingxue, the current commander of the Northern Xinjiang Army, and the most courageous general under my nephew!"
Yan Mingzhu looked at the man in front of her, and it turned out that he was the famous Northern Xinjiang commander Ji Jingxue.
And Yan Mingzhu knew this name entirely because the storyteller in the teahouse would always bring this name Ji Jingxue whenever he told Qi Jue's deeds.
It is no exaggeration to say that Ji Jingxue is Qi Jue's right-hand man, both of whom are indispensable.
Yan Mingzhu stood up and saluted, "I've seen Commander Ji."
Ji Jingxue's expression was cold and she just hummed indifferently as a response.
Zhuang Ke quickly touched his waist with his elbow, "Jingxue, don't be so stern and be more enthusiastic towards Miss Yan San, otherwise you will regret it later!"
Ji Jingxue frowned and looked down at Zhuang Ke with confusion. He didn't think there was anything in the world that he could regret, unless it involved His Highness Prince Dingbei.
Zhuang Ke looked at him with an expression like "You can't teach a child, you are hopeless" and introduced him: "This is Yan Mingzhu, Miss Yan San, the granddaughter of Yongyi Hou Mansion. From now on, you can just call me Jingxue."
Miss Yan will do it,
Remember, you must have a correct attitude and don't keep a straight face. If you scare Miss Yan San and your nephew sees you, be careful he will punish you!"
When Ji Jingxue heard this, she found it funny and said coldly: "How could His Highness punish me because of a woman? It's ridiculous."
Zhuang Ke said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, brother, I hope you can stay strong for a while, because soon you will be slapped in the face and regret it!"
"Zhuang Ke, be quiet. Didn't you hear the storyteller above? I just heard you chattering there by yourself, like a parrot."
Ming Zizhan was very impatient with Zhuang Ke saying ambiguous words in front of Yan Mingzhu, and he always felt like he was being leveraged into a corner.
Zhuang Ke straightened his neck, took Ji Jingxue's arm, pointed in the direction of Ming Zizhan, and complained: "Jingxue, you haven't been here these days, and Ming has bullied me again.
He also slapped me in the face and almost ruined my handsome appearance. You must avenge me and beat his face into a pig's head before I can vent my anger!"
As he said that, Zhuang Ke still had his hands on his waist, with a fighting cock posture of "I'm here to support you, you're finished".
Ming Zizhan rolled his eyes, "How old are you? If you are shy, you know how to complain to others."
"Why should I be ashamed? My Jingxue's martial arts skills are incredible. Am I stupid if I don't make good use of them? Right, Jingxue, beat him up and beat the shit out of him!"
Although Ming Zizhan couldn't beat Ji Jingxue, as the saying goes, a loser never loses, so he rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists without any fear.
"Let's fight. Whoever admits defeat will be the grandson!"
How come these two people are talking so well and then start fighting again?
Yan Mingzhu coughed lightly: "Second Young Master Ming."
Ming Zizhan's arrogance was instantly reduced by half, and he muttered: "He was the one who provoked me first."
Yan Mingzhu looked at Zhuang Ke again, her eyes light but with a sense of oppression.
Zhuang Ke was instantly frightened and quickly defended himself: "I was just trying to scare him. Miss Yan San, don't be angry."