In the blink of an eye, it’s August 13th, and it’s almost the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The festive atmosphere in the palace is getting stronger and stronger, and the palace has begun to distribute festive gifts to the guards. Before Zhu Hao entered the palace, Jiang Lun had said that he could also get gifts from the palace during the festival, but the festival was coming soon, but the gifts were missing. Maybe he really wanted to
We won’t know until we get home the day we get home.
In the past few days, Sui Gongyan made few appearances and even entered the palace very rarely. Whenever Sui Gongyan was not in the palace, Zhu San and Zhu Si would come to the school together with Zhu Hao, Jinghong and Lu Bing.
When studying, Zhu Hao still plays the role of "Mr. Zhu".
"You can go back earlier tomorrow."
Lu Song brought news.
It was already after school on August 13th. Zhu Hao and Jinghong were sitting under the grape trellis set up in the dormitory yard, setting up a table to play chess.
A guard came over to take a look, maybe he knew how to do it, but after watching it for a while he felt bored and left on his own. Only Lu Song stood aside and stared for a long time.
Zhu Hao actually wanted to ask, Lao Lu, can you spot any flowers on this chessboard?
Hearing this, Jinghong raised his head and asked, "When will you leave the house tomorrow?"
"I will go over and let you know when I will leave in the afternoon, and I will leave the palace with you then."
Lu Song's main task recently is to keep an eye on the school building. After all, Zhu San and Zhu Si are studying here. Lu Song Dianzhan doesn't seem to be the little prince's personal guard, but he will show up next to Zhu Hao from time to time.
Face it.
Zhu Hao smiled and said, "I can go home again. Let's take a look at how my bookstore is doing. I should be able to have a good time."
Jinghong cast an envious look.
Zhu Hao achieved financial freedom at a young age, but he still had to suffer from the constraints of his family. He couldn't understand why Zhu Hao had money to start a business and seemed to be doing well in it.
Zhu Hao actually said these words to Lu Song, hoping to attract him to invest in the company.
Lu Song said nothing and left the courtyard to arrange the security of the palace for the evening.
"I'm going to listen to a book tonight, it's up to you whether you go or not."
Zhu Hao's words made Jinghong excited instantly.
It seems that it doesn't matter whether you have financial freedom or not. Being able to hang out with him is the greatest convenience Zhu Hao provides.
the next morning.
It was Zhu Si's turn to not show up, and Zhu San came to the school yard alone. Zhu Hao asked briefly and found out that Sui Gongyan did not enter the palace that day, but Zhu Si had other things to do and could not do it.
Zhu Hao didn't ask what Zhu Si was doing. What does it matter what you do? Does it have anything to do with studying with me and lurking in the palace, waiting for the dragon in the future?
"Zhu Hao, I heard that there is a storytelling place outside. It's very lively. Many people go to listen to readings every day. Let's go and have a look at noon today? It seems to be west of the palace."
Even Zhu San heard about the grand occasion of the bookstore.
Jinghong was startled. He wanted to say, in fact, Zhu Hao opened the bookstore, but he held back the words. It was better for Zhu Hao to talk about this kind of thing. If Zhu Hao didn't want to say that he was too talkative, Zhu Hao would
If you are not satisfied, what should you do if you don’t take him out to listen to books in the future?
"Hey, I am not a wild child running around outside now, but I am working as a reading companion for you in the palace. If I take you out of the palace without authorization, it will be a big sin. Maybe Mr. Yuan will be angry and just drive me away.
They all say not necessarily.”
Of course Zhu Hao would not agree to Zhu San's request.
Zhu San said with a straight face: "Why are you so timid and afraid of getting into trouble? Fortunately, I still think you are heroic."
Timid?
Heroic?
Sorry, the provoking method doesn't work for me.
Jinghong said: "Actually, you don't need to listen."
What he originally wanted to say was that the novels in the bookstores outside were all written by Zhu Hao, so why not just let Zhu Hao talk about it? But after he said it, he regretted it. Selling Zhu Hao was definitely not a good choice.
"What's the meaning?"
Zhu San glanced at Jinghong, who had a weak sense of presence, "Do you want me to invite the storyteller back and speak to me alone? Do I have that much respect?"
Jinghong glanced at Zhu Hao subconsciously, as if to say, there is a ready-made storyteller sitting here, aren't you done just looking for him?
But this time he was very sensible. He turned around and returned to his seat, picked up the book and started reading with his head shaking, as if he didn't hear Zhu San's question.
Zhu Hao said angrily: "What Xiao Jingzi means is that I actually know all the storytelling that I told in the bookstore outside. You don't need to leave the palace, just listen to me tell the story."
Jinghong's eyes widened and he looked at Zhu Hao in disbelief, as if to say, why do you still call me "Little Jingzi"?
"real?"
Zhu San's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and he looked at Zhu Hao happily.
"Fake." Zhu Hao said.
Zhu San's eyes narrowed, and the top string instantly turned into a bottom string: "Are you kidding me?"
"Hehehehe"
Jinghong ignored the change in Zhu Hao's title and kept his mouth shut in amusement.
Zhu Hao said: "You can listen to the story if you want, but you must study carefully in the morning. I will take a test at noon. If you pass, I will tell you the story."
Listening to stories is a huge motivation for Zhu San to learn. With her intelligence and talent, as long as she puts her mind to it, her potential is endless.
Both Jinghong and Jinghong wanted to continue hearing about Yue's story, especially to make up for the parts that he hadn't heard completely. The learning atmosphere created by the two of them inspired Lu Bing, and the little guy Lu Bing actually picked up a book.
He was reciting the Analects of Confucius there, and it seemed like he was doing the same thing. Zhu Hao was the only one sitting at the window and continuing to write and draw.
"Mr. Zhu, we have learned everything you taught us. Let's take the test."
As noon approached, Zhu San stood confidently in front of Zhu Hao, just like a student waiting for an exam in front of his teacher.
Zhu Hao nodded and said: "Looking at your hard work, there is no need to take the test today. Sit down. Are you going to eat?"
Zhu Sandao: "What are you going to eat? Just eat stories."
"Yeah." Lu Bing nodded.
Even Jinghong seemed to think that listening to stories was much more important than eating.
The three "good students" all moved their futons over and sat down to listen to the story. Zhu Hao said: "I will tell you a story about the Northern Song Dynasty."
Jinghong interrupted Zhu Hao as soon as he came up: "Isn't it the Southern Song Dynasty?"
Zhu Haodao: "You want to hear about the Southern Song Dynasty? Well, I will tell you a story about the Southern Song Dynasty. It was said to be the last years of the Southern Song Dynasty."
"Is there a mistake? It's the early Southern Song Dynasty, or you should start from the late Northern Song Dynasty." Jinghong corrected him again.
Now Zhu San was dissatisfied and glared at Jinghong and said: "Is it you or him? Xiao Jingzi, why do you talk so much nonsense? Listen to the story!"
Only then did Jinghong realize that he was just a supporting role today. As a listener, he was not qualified to give advice to Zhu Hao, the storyteller.
Zhu Hao smiled and said: "What I am telling you is not the story of Yue Jiajun, but a brand new story. It is said that during the Ningzong period of the Southern Song Dynasty, in a place called Niujiazhuang in the south of the Yangtze River, two families lived in seclusion.
Here, one family is named Guo and the other is named Yang."
Since Zhu Hao wanted to tell a story to his children, of course he couldn't tell about Yue Yue. It was a story written for old people who listened to books. Of course, the best stories to attract children are stories about knights and knights.
The three children listened with their eyes wide open. There was a fierce conflict at the beginning of this story, which caught their hearts at once.
It's the Condor Shooting.
"Qiu Chuji is a top-notch master in the world. He is the one with the highest martial arts skills among the Quanzhen Seven Sons. He will also be the leader of the Quanzhen Sect in the future. When he learned that two families were killed, he returned to Niujiazhuang without stopping. Unfortunately, for
It’s too late”
Zhu San had a sad look on his face: "How could this happen? Zhu Hao, your story is not good, why did you end up destroying every family?"
"Can you please stop disturbing Zhu Hao? I want to know what happened next." Jinghong was fascinated, completely forgetting Zhu San's identity.
Zhu Haodao: "The protagonist of the story is not this generation, but the next generation. What I want to say is that the children of two families grew up in different environments. One followed his mother and was deceived into remarrying the harmful man.
The sixth prince of the Jin Kingdom, Wanyan Honglie, whose family was ruined, and the other was born on the grassland. According to their late father's agreement, one was named Kang, but because his mother remarried, he could only be named Wanyan Kang, while the other was named Guo Jing.
"
The story continues.
Unconsciously, it was past noon, and Zhu San and Lu Bing did not return to the inner courtyard for dinner, so Lu Song came over to check on the situation.
But seeing several children sitting there, listening to Zhu Hao telling stories, Lu Song frowned and asked, "Aren't you going back?"
Zhu San didn't look back, and raised his hand to interrupt Lu Song: "Lu Dianzhan, don't disturb Zhu Hao's story. The story he told is very pleasant to Zhu Hao. Does that Hua Zheng like Guo Jing very much? But Guo Jing is such a stupid person.
Wooden lump, how can you be lovable?"
Lu Song was speechless after hearing this.
What and what?
Zhu Hao ignored Zhu San's questioning, stood up and asked, "Lu Dianzhan, did you inform us that we can leave the palace?"
"Not yet."
Lu Song persuaded him kindly, "Your Majesty, Xiao Bing, it's time for you to go back to the inner courtyard for dinner. Master Zhu and Master Jing also have to hurry up and go to the cafeteria. If you are late, there will be no lunch."
Zhu San pouted and said, "It won't kill Zhu Hao if you're hungry. Please tell me."
Zhu Hao did not continue talking, but looked at Lu Song.
Seeing Zhu San's enthusiastic look, Lu Song was speechless for a while. When he turned to look at his son, he found that his son was also staring directly at Zhu Hao, his face full of enthusiasm.
In the end, he simply sat aside and waited. He wanted to know what kind of story Zhu Hao told to actually make several children not go to lunch?
Could it be that those old folk tales can also attract children almost to the point of madness?
But when Lu Song himself listened to a part, he realized that this story
Really attractive.
Even adults like him can't help but step into it and enter the ups and downs of the martial arts world.
Lu Bing was a martial artist, and he was originally interested in martial arts stories. In addition, the ups and downs of the story were so familiar with the essence of martial arts novels that after listening to them for a long time, Lu Song also forgot what he was here for.
"Eighteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Guo Jing has grown into an eighteen-year-old young man. He and the Seven Strangers of Jiangnan"
"It's six monsters. Didn't one of them die?"
Zhu San was quick-witted and immediately corrected him.
Jinghong said: "The Seven Monsters are a name. They are a whole. If you know if one of them will die, just listen to Zhu Hao."
Zhu San glared at Jinghong with his lips pursed, and continued to listen to the story regardless of his stubbornness.
"Guo Jing was ordered by his teacher to go south first. This was also Guo Jing's first time traveling far away. He had little experience and felt that everything was fresh and new. Especially the prosperity of the Central Plains amazed him. At this moment, he met a little beggar.
Although this little beggar is ragged, his lips are red and his teeth are white."