Chapter 1001
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The story of a storyteller and a heartless man.
The story is very simple and bloody.
On his way to northern Xinjiang, a handsome prince who was forced to kill his wife by himself met a storyteller whose father had just died and wandered around without any relatives. Naturally, some stories will happen.
Then the king took the storyteller to Tianmen pass, the northernmost part of the summer. It was very cold there. The night was much more than the day. It was not a dangerous place for ordinary people to survive. However, he thought that he met the storyteller she had relied on in her life. He did not complain and tried his best to serve the king's life and daily life.
At that time, the tribes of the snow people in the far north were not at peace. They often went south to do some stealthily robbing tricks. Therefore, the king who was ordered to guard the northern Xinjiang would lead his troops to go out to battle every other period of time, which usually took months.
The long windy white face of her is always waiting for her.
Because every time at the gate of the palace, looking at the prince who was wearing blood armor and killed the enemy, the girl would think that this was the hero in her story.
"Everyone likes heroes of the world. Every girl in the boudoir who is waiting for the word will more or less fantasize about her lover. She will ride a white horse, wear helmets and armor, and come to meet her with an army full of iron and blood."
In the quiet lobby of the Shanzhong restaurant, the voice of the storyteller's shopkeeper faintly rings in everyone's ears. Although this sentence doesn't have much emotional fluctuation, I don't know why, in the whole lobby, the rough hearted hunters are stirred.
To be sure, it is also the dream of every Xia man to be armed with armour and fight against the enemy.
Then, on the storytelling platform in the courtyard of the lobby, the sound of storytelling with a faint sigh continued to ring out:
"however, in the long history, not everyone is the Empress Dowager of resting fish. Our emperor Taizu has only one grand feat, which stretches for eight hundred miles to welcome relatives and gather with people from all over the country. It's very rare that it can be done once every ten thousand years There are always more sad people. "
At this point, the voice on the storyteller's stage suddenly stopped. After a pause of more than ten minutes, a voice of sadness and hatred was heard:
"the storyteller always thinks that the king likes her.
"Because every time she comes back from the war, the scarlet and murderous eyes of the latter will gradually dissipate their strong and extremely fierce anger when they look at themselves, because every time the storyteller cooks, the king will eat all the food left.
"It's also because one day, the king took her to the south wall of Tianmen pass, pointed to a large white land under the heavy snow in front of her, and quietly asked her, saying that the court would build a prosperous city on it, and then asked her what she wanted.
"The storyteller looks away, indicating that she just wants to stay with him."
At this point in the story, the hunters in the lobby of the restaurant changed slightly and looked complicated. Before that, we could often hear anecdotes about the old king of Bei'an in the mouth of the shopkeeper, but today's story is very different.
As everyone knows, this may be the story of the storyteller of this restaurant, but it is obviously a tragic ending.
Sure enough, the words continued to spread out from the courtyard below, and the words turned to be plaintive and sobbing:
"the turning point of the matter happened on an afternoon when the heavy snow had dissipated. Outside the Tianmen pass, there came a figure with a vague face, which was called the female saint of the ice field. The female Saint came to the towering wall, and the prince came from the wall After a full half day's confrontation between the two, the female saints were soft and peaceful, and the situation in the North was completely stable and the whole country was celebrating.
"With the stability of the situation in the north, the construction of Nancheng is about to start, but the king's temperament suddenly changes. He begins to yearn for the place of fireworks all day long, surrounded by Yingying Yanyan all day long, which is quite different from the previous appearance. However, on the other side, the storyteller has heard the Lord, who controls the thunder and is fearless, howling in the quiet room at night Cry.
"He was crying in the room, and the storyteller was crying outside."
"Because the storyteller knows that his heart is very hard, and he does not love her. He can't love her for a long time. Even though she has taken care of him for a long time, the latter still needs to have fun to paralyze."
After the words were dropped, the people in the restaurant hall were suddenly in a commotion. The upright hunters looked angry, raised their glasses indignantly, drank them down, and then murmured: "what a heartless man."
"Yes, he is indeed a heartbreaker."
The voice of the storyteller below continued to ring, but perhaps the figure hidden behind the curtain had not been found. Unconsciously, she had replaced the word "Wang Ye" with him. Then, with the flicker of the light on the storytelling platform in the courtyard, the woman's voice once again reached everyone's ears"Later, the storyteller went to the prince and told him that she was going to leave the palace. Instead of detaining him, he gave her a restaurant in Nancheng and raised the plaque in person according to the requirements of the storyteller.
"Since then, the storyteller has changed into a storyteller. She has picked up the old business she once relied on for a living, but Wang Ye is no longer the one she once knew, and his life is more extravagant.
"Maybe there are still feelings and fantasies in her heart. The storyteller did not leave Tianmen pass and went to the Central Plains, but she had hatred in her heart. Therefore, she publicized those absurd things of the old prince in the restaurant, making it become the conversation material for everyone in the world after dinner."
When storytellers arrive here, the figures in the courtyard below no longer speak. At the same time, the story of storyteller and Lord Wang comes to an end. However, the diners are still full of sighs. Although the story told by the figure below is not emotional, it has a love hate relationship beyond the words.
"As Jiang Yue said, it's really a love debt that spans a long time. No wonder the whole Bei'an palace has allowed this restaurant in the mountains to exist for so many years, and the whole story of the old prince is allowed to spread throughout the whole summer. Maybe this is what the old prince himself meant."
On the table beside the patio, Sima Annan's low voice sounded. Then, Jiang Yue, who had been tense since he got up just now, relaxed slowly, closed his eyes, and gently opened his mouth and replied:
"in fact, for the old man, in the whole summer's reputation, he has long been indifferent. I hope that he will die without regret. ”
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The story of a storyteller and a heartless man.
The story is very simple and bloody.
On his way to northern Xinjiang, a handsome prince who was forced to kill his wife by himself met a storyteller whose father had just died and wandered around without any relatives. Naturally, some stories will happen.
Then the king took the storyteller to Tianmen pass, the northernmost part of the summer. It was very cold there. The night was much more than the day. It was not a dangerous place for ordinary people to survive. However, he thought that he met the storyteller she had relied on in her life. He did not complain and tried his best to serve the king's life and daily life.
At that time, the tribes of the snow people in the far north were not at peace. They often went south to do some stealthily robbing tricks. Therefore, the king who was ordered to guard the northern Xinjiang would lead his troops to go out to battle every other period of time, which usually took months.
The long windy white face of her is always waiting for her.
Because every time at the gate of the palace, looking at the prince who was wearing blood armor and killed the enemy, the girl would think that this was the hero in her story.
"Everyone likes heroes of the world. Every girl in the boudoir who is waiting for the word will more or less fantasize about her lover. She will ride a white horse, wear helmets and armor, and come to meet her with an army full of iron and blood."
In the quiet lobby of the Shanzhong restaurant, the voice of the storyteller's shopkeeper faintly rings in everyone's ears. Although this sentence doesn't have much emotional fluctuation, I don't know why, in the whole lobby, the rough hearted hunters are stirred.
To be sure, it is also the dream of every Xia man to be armed with armour and fight against the enemy.
Then, on the storytelling platform in the courtyard of the lobby, the sound of storytelling with a faint sigh continued to ring out:
"however, in the long history, not everyone is the Empress Dowager of resting fish. Our emperor Taizu has only one grand feat, which stretches for eight hundred miles to welcome relatives and gather with people from all over the country. It's very rare that it can be done once every ten thousand years There are always more sad people. "
At this point, the voice on the storyteller's stage suddenly stopped. After a pause of more than ten minutes, a voice of sadness and hatred was heard:
"the storyteller always thinks that the king likes her.
"Because every time she comes back from the war, the scarlet and murderous eyes of the latter will gradually dissipate their strong and extremely fierce anger when they look at themselves, because every time the storyteller cooks, the king will eat all the food left.
"It's also because one day, the king took her to the south wall of Tianmen pass, pointed to a large white land under the heavy snow in front of her, and quietly asked her, saying that the court would build a prosperous city on it, and then asked her what she wanted.
"The storyteller looks away, indicating that she just wants to stay with him."
At this point in the story, the hunters in the lobby of the restaurant changed slightly and looked complicated. Before that, we could often hear anecdotes about the old king of Bei'an in the mouth of the shopkeeper, but today's story is very different.
As everyone knows, this may be the story of the storyteller of this restaurant, but it is obviously a tragic ending.
Sure enough, the words continued to spread out from the courtyard below, and the words turned to be plaintive and sobbing:
"the turning point of the matter happened on an afternoon when the heavy snow had dissipated. Outside the Tianmen pass, there came a figure with a vague face, which was called the female saint of the ice field. The female Saint came to the towering wall, and the prince came from the wall After a full half day's confrontation between the two, the female saints were soft and peaceful, and the situation in the North was completely stable and the whole country was celebrating.
"With the stability of the situation in the north, the construction of Nancheng is about to start, but the king's temperament suddenly changes. He begins to yearn for the place of fireworks all day long, surrounded by Yingying Yanyan all day long, which is quite different from the previous appearance. However, on the other side, the storyteller has heard the Lord, who controls the thunder and is fearless, howling in the quiet room at night Cry.
"He was crying in the room, and the storyteller was crying outside."
"Because the storyteller knows that his heart is very hard, and he does not love her. He can't love her for a long time. Even though she has taken care of him for a long time, the latter still needs to have fun to paralyze."
After the words were dropped, the people in the restaurant hall were suddenly in a commotion. The upright hunters looked angry, raised their glasses indignantly, drank them down, and then murmured: "what a heartless man."
"Yes, he is indeed a heartbreaker."
The voice of the storyteller below continued to ring, but perhaps the figure hidden behind the curtain had not been found. Unconsciously, she had replaced the word "Wang Ye" with him. Then, with the flicker of the light on the storytelling platform in the courtyard, the woman's voice once again reached everyone's ears"Later, the storyteller went to the prince and told him that she was going to leave the palace. Instead of detaining him, he gave her a restaurant in Nancheng and raised the plaque in person according to the requirements of the storyteller.
"Since then, the storyteller has changed into a storyteller. She has picked up the old business she once relied on for a living, but Wang Ye is no longer the one she once knew, and his life is more extravagant.
"Maybe there are still feelings and fantasies in her heart. The storyteller did not leave Tianmen pass and went to the Central Plains, but she had hatred in her heart. Therefore, she publicized those absurd things of the old prince in the restaurant, making it become the conversation material for everyone in the world after dinner."
When storytellers arrive here, the figures in the courtyard below no longer speak. At the same time, the story of storyteller and Lord Wang comes to an end. However, the diners are still full of sighs. Although the story told by the figure below is not emotional, it has a love hate relationship beyond the words.
"As Jiang Yue said, it's really a love debt that spans a long time. No wonder the whole Bei'an palace has allowed this restaurant in the mountains to exist for so many years, and the whole story of the old prince is allowed to spread throughout the whole summer. Maybe this is what the old prince himself meant."
On the table beside the patio, Sima Annan's low voice sounded. Then, Jiang Yue, who had been tense since he got up just now, relaxed slowly, closed his eyes, and gently opened his mouth and replied:
"in fact, for the old man, in the whole summer's reputation, he has long been indifferent. I hope that he will die without regret. ”
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The story of a storyteller and a heartless man. The story is very simple and bloody. On his way to northern Xinjiang, a handsome prince who was forced to kill his wife by himself met a storyteller whose father had just died and wandered around without any relatives. Naturally, some stories will happen. Then the king took the storyteller to Tianmen pass, the northernmost part of the summer. It was very cold there. The night was much more than the day. It was not a dangerous place for ordinary people to survive. However, he thought that he met the storyteller she had relied on in her life. He did not complain and tried his best to serve the king's life and daily life. At that time, the tribes of the snow people in the far north were not at peace. They often went south to do some stealthily robbing tricks. Therefore, the king who was ordered to guard the northern Xinjiang would lead his troops to go out to battle every other period of time, which usually took months. The long windy white face of her is always waiting for her. Because every time at the gate of the palace, looking at the prince who was wearing blood armor and killed the enemy, the girl would think that this was the hero in her story. "Everyone likes heroes of the world. Every girl in the boudoir who is waiting for the word will more or less fantasize about her lover. She will ride a white horse, wear helmets and armor, and come to meet her with an army full of iron and blood." In the quiet lobby of the Shanzhong restaurant, the voice of the storyteller's shopkeeper faintly rings in everyone's ears. Although this sentence doesn't have much emotional fluctuation, I don't know why, in the whole lobby, the rough hearted hunters are stirred. To be sure, it is also the dream of every Xia man to be armed with armour and fight against the enemy. Then, on the storytelling platform in the courtyard of the lobby, the sound of storytelling with a faint sigh continued to ring out: "however, in the long history, not everyone is the Empress Dowager of resting fish. Our emperor Taizu has only one grand feat, which stretches for eight hundred miles to welcome relatives and gather with people from all over the country. It's very rare that it can be done once every ten thousand years There are always more sad people. " At this point, the voice on the storyteller's stage suddenly stopped. After a pause of more than ten minutes, a voice of sadness and hatred was heard: "the storyteller always thinks that the king likes her. "Because every time she comes back from the war, the scarlet and murderous eyes of the latter will gradually dissipate their strong and extremely fierce anger when they look at themselves, because every time the storyteller cooks, the king will eat all the food left. "It's also because one day, the king took her to the south wall of Tianmen pass, pointed to a large white land under the heavy snow in front of her, and quietly asked her, saying that the court would build a prosperous city on it, and then asked her what she wanted. "The storyteller looks away, indicating that she just wants to stay with him." At this point in the story, the hunters in the lobby of the restaurant changed slightly and looked complicated. Before that, we could often hear anecdotes about the old king of Bei'an in the mouth of the shopkeeper, but today's story is very different. As everyone knows, this may be the story of the storyteller of this restaurant, but it is obviously a tragic ending. Sure enough, the words continued to spread out from the courtyard below, and the words turned to be plaintive and sobbing: "the turning point of the matter happened on an afternoon when the heavy snow had dissipated. Outside the Tianmen pass, there came a figure with a vague face, which was called the female saint of the ice field. The female Saint came to the towering wall, and the prince came from the wall After a full half day's confrontation between the two, the female saints were soft and peaceful, and the situation in the North was completely stable and the whole country was celebrating. "With the stability of the situation in the north, the construction of Nancheng is about to start, but the king's temperament suddenly changes. He begins to yearn for the place of fireworks all day long, surrounded by Yingying Yanyan all day long, which is quite different from the previous appearance. However, on the other side, the storyteller has heard the Lord, who controls the thunder and is fearless, howling in the quiet room at night Cry. "He was crying in the room, and the storyteller was crying outside." "Because the storyteller knows that his heart is very hard, and he does not love her. He can't love her for a long time. Even though she has taken care of him for a long time, the latter still needs to have fun to paralyze." After the words were dropped, the people in the restaurant hall were suddenly in a commotion. The upright hunters looked angry, raised their glasses indignantly, drank them down, and then murmured: "what a heartless man." "Yes, he is indeed a heartbreaker." The voice of the storyteller below continued to ring, but perhaps the figure hidden behind the curtain had not been found. Unconsciously, she had replaced the word "Wang Ye" with him. Then, with the flicker of the light on the storytelling platform in the courtyard, the woman's voice once again reached everyone's ears"Later, the storyteller went to the prince and told him that she was going to leave the palace. Instead of detaining him, he gave her a restaurant in Nancheng and raised the plaque in person according to the requirements of the storyteller. "Since then, the storyteller has changed into a storyteller. She has picked up the old business she once relied on for a living, but Wang Ye is no longer the one she once knew, and his life is more extravagant. "Maybe there are still feelings and fantasies in her heart. The storyteller did not leave Tianmen pass and went to the Central Plains, but she had hatred in her heart. Therefore, she publicized those absurd things of the old prince in the restaurant, making it become the conversation material for everyone in the world after dinner." When storytellers arrive here, the figures in the courtyard below no longer speak. At the same time, the story of storyteller and Lord Wang comes to an end. However, the diners are still full of sighs. Although the story told by the figure below is not emotional, it has a love hate relationship beyond the words. "As Jiang Yue said, it's really a love debt that spans a long time. No wonder the whole Bei'an palace has allowed this restaurant in the mountains to exist for so many years, and the whole story of the old prince is allowed to spread throughout the whole summer. Maybe this is what the old prince himself meant." On the table beside the patio, Sima Annan's low voice sounded. Then, Jiang Yue, who had been tense since he got up just now, relaxed slowly, closed his eyes, and gently opened his mouth and replied: "in fact, for the old man, in the whole summer's reputation, he has long been indifferent. I hope that he will die without regret. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
