Chapter 615 Listening to Books

"What happened in southern Xinjiang? Xu Chengjin can hold his temper, but this General Chi can't hold it? And seeing the queen mother's reaction, it must be a big deal..." Zhong Zhiheng tapped his fingers lightly Xiaoji thought for a while, then suddenly looked at Dai Jingfeng, "What booklets did the Southern Xinjiang camp send to the capital recently?"

Dai Jingfeng thought for a while, and then said: "I would like to inform the Lord Long Live that at the beginning of the month, the southern Xinjiang camp sent a good news. Half a month ago, the Zhennan General Zhezi arrived in Beijing. The zhezi detailed how to deal with the six small tribes that surrendered this time. Others There will be no more."

Zhong Zhiheng nodded, the problem of heart should come from these two scriptures, is it a good news or a fake? Or is Xu Chengjin's note wrong?

He couldn't figure it out for a while, and frowned unconsciously, and looked at Dai Jingfeng again: "You go to southern Xinjiang yourself, I think there is something strange here."

"Yes, this subordinate obeys." Dai Jingfeng hurriedly replied.

~...

Jiasheng thirty-three years in June thirty-three

Ning Guta.

Nanshan Bieyuan.

"There is a man named Sun Tzuchu in the east of Guangdong. He is a celebrity. He has six fingers in his life, has a simple and honest personality, and is slow to speak. He always believes it when others tell him. Then he left. Everyone knew that he had such a temper. They deceived him to come and let the singer tease him. He was so ashamed that his face was flushed and sweat was dripping. Everyone laughed at him and spread it everywhere. From then on, grandson Chu became more The nickname, called Sun Chi..."

The storyteller was so eloquent on stage that Meiya Xiao'an was so fascinated by it that he didn't even eat candied fruits and melons.

The storyteller finished "Painted Skin" two days ago, and today he started to talk about "A Bao". Meiya has never had the opportunity to hear Mr. Shu's storytelling at such a close distance. I have heard it, but the rules of the wealthy and nobles are very strict, the books that can be listened to are nothing more than those kinds, and there are always a lot of girls and servants around, and they have to cover their mouths if they want to laugh, so it is still a headache for Xiao An to listen to books like this. once.

Zhong Mingwei played a few games of chess with Kong Wenjie in the backyard. He really couldn't stand Kong Wenjie's stinky chess. After dismissing Kong Wenjie, he leaned on the soft couch and read a book for a while. When he got out of the front yard, he thought he was talking about "Painted Skin" today, but only after he came in did he realize that a new story had been changed, and hearing the storyteller's tone, it didn't seem like a scary and bloody story, so he sat in Meiya's room right away. around.

"Aren't you saying you can't come?" Meiya watched him sit down, she suddenly looked puzzled, and hurriedly grabbed a handful of melon seeds and put them in Zhong Mingwei's hands, "Today, Mr. is talking about "A Bao", which is better than "Painted Skin". It sounds good."

Then before Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth, Meiya stared straight at the storyteller with her chin resting on her cheeks. She listened very seriously and didn't blink for a long time. Her mouth was slightly long, which seemed a bit stupid no matter how you looked at it, but Zhong Mingwei I just like her silly little appearance.

How could there be such a beautiful little girl?

How could he be so lucky?

Zhong Mingwei looked at Meiya's side face, couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile, completely unaware that at this moment, in the eyes of others, he was much more stupid than Meiya.

...

As soon as Zhong Mingwei came in, Xiao An couldn't help being a little distracted, and glanced at him and Meiya from time to time. After all, he was too afraid of him before, and Zhong Mingwei was really too present, and then Xiao An watched helplessly. Seeing how Zhong Mingwei gradually became the stupid son of the landlord's family from the immovable uncle, Xiao An also gradually changed from shock to a knowing smile, then turned his head away, and continued to listen to the storyteller book.

"After the grandson Chu returned home, his old illness relapsed, he would not eat or drink, and he called Abao's name in his sleep. He hated that his soul could no longer go to Abao's house like last time. A parrot died suddenly. A child was playing with the dead parrot by his bed. Sun Tzuchu looked at it and lamented in his heart. It would be great if I could become a parrot so that I could spread my wings and fly to Abao’s. He went into the room, he just thought so stupidly, but he didn't expect that his body had turned into a parrot, without staying for a moment, it immediately flew out of the window, and flew all the way to Abao's room."

Speaking of this, the storyteller suddenly dropped the Xingmu in his hand, and said: "Foretell what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down."