Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 795 Storytellers

Suddenly, more than half of Shaowu's six years have passed, and the time has come to August.

Yuquan Villa has been visited by the emperor for many years, and its scale has been expanded again and again, and soon reached [-] mu. Tall trees from Fujian and Taiwan came from the sea to help.

According to the emperor's will, although the form of the palace wall is symmetrical with that of the Forbidden City, it expands to the north, east and west to build Qushui islands and add pavilions and pavilions.

There are not only majestic and majestic palaces, but also pavilions, pavilions, cloisters and curved bridges that make people feel relaxed and smart. Rockery, lakes and meandering rivers are dotted among them.

Compared with the indifference of the Forbidden City, Yuquan Villa has a bit of the softness and euphemism of Jiangnan.

At the same time, after leaving the Forbidden City, those cumbersome rules and prohibitions were also relaxed a bit. Although the emperor's constraints were not strong, they couldn't stop the public opinion from killing people.

For ordinary people who don't understand the government, not going to the court means ignoring the government and slackness, and the emperor who gets up late means lusting after women and being licentious.

So he escaped to Yuquan Mountain Villa, left Beijing City, and became a whole of his own. Who can understand him?

And the concubines also took off their heavy disguises, became more cheerful and lively, and each had a house, allowing them to play and play. They can watch plays and have fun every two days, which is much more interesting than the Forbidden City.

It is precisely because of this that Yuquan Mountain has become an official summer resort for the royal family.

"Xuande's mind is fixed. As soon as he arrived at the small pavilion, he had already set up a jug: a plate of green plums and a bottle of boiled wine.

The two sat opposite each other and drank happily.When the wine is half full, suddenly the clouds are deserted, and the rain is coming.From a distance, people point to the dragon hanging outside the sky, Cao Cao and Liu Xuande lean on the fence to watch it. "

Then Liu Xuande couldn't make up his mind, so he could only say with difficulty: "I don't know the details..."

On the stage, a young girl was dressed in a long robe, her long hair was rolled up, her lips were red, her teeth were white, her neck was slender, fair and tender, her cheeks were slightly puffed up, with a little baby fat, she looked like a handsome young man, standing in front of the table.

With a straight face, she slapped the table with a wooden board seriously: "Pa——"

"Suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, and I saw that Liu Xuande was so frightened that his hands were unsteady, the tea dropped, and he was lying under the table in a state of anxiety, trembling all over, obviously he was very frightened."

"Cao Mengde laughed, he let go of his precautions, and said: "Do you know the change of the dragon?"

"Liu Bei's mind just stopped, his lips turned white, and he cupped his hands and said: "I would like to hear the details. "

"Cao Cao's dark face is upright, and he sits upright: the dragon can be big or small, can rise or hide; the big can make clouds and fog, and the small can hide and hide; the rising can fly between the universe, and the hidden can hide in the waves. It is now deep in spring, and the dragon rides the seasons to change. It is like a man who achieves his will and travels across the world. The dragon is a thing, which can be compared to the heroes of the world. Xuande has traveled far and wide, and he must know the heroes of the world. Please try to point out..."

"Snapped--"

"Foretell what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

"Huh? Miss Zijin, you should keep talking, why did you stop talking?"

Under the hall, a group of concubines were eating melon seeds, eating snacks, and drinking a cup of sour plum soup to quench their thirst from time to time. The maid behind her was lying comfortably on her shoulders and thighs.

The court ladies and eunuchs behind them devoted most of their attention, and they were caught in the Three Kingdoms and could not extricate themselves.

When it is broken down next time, everyone will be relieved.

Before I knew it, it was evening.

"Your Majesty, the sun is about to set, and the time is going to be bad."

The storyteller begged for mercy, looking simple and honest.

"Hmph, are you afraid you won't be able to get out of the palace?" The damselfly put her hips on her hips and snorted arrogantly, "The empress is in the hall, you can go out anytime."

"Yeah, let's talk about it again, it will be so hard to wait until tomorrow!" Mu Han'er, who had always been dissatisfied with her, also agreed at this time.

When Sun Damianang heard it, her eyes widened.

"Okay." Sun Xueniang shook her head and smiled gently: "I'm sorry to trouble you today, go home quickly!"

"Feng Shou, send Miss Shi out of the palace!"

"Thank you madam."

As soon as the queen spoke, everyone had no choice but to break up.

It was such a pleasant day.

Mu Han'er and Sun Damianang stayed at the end and started bickering.

"I can't hold on for a quarter of an hour, but I'm ashamed to challenge me."

Mu Han'er crossed her chest, raised her chin proudly, and said disdainfully.

"You——" Sun Damiana didn't suffer from such a disadvantage, and hated it: "My old lady is bigger than you, adults and children like to eat..."

"Hmph, short wax gourd—" Mu Han'er continued shouting after comparing her height.

"My mother has bigger breasts than you—"

Hearing that the naive two were bickering with each other again, everyone pouted and could only disperse.

It's okay to listen to it occasionally, but it's uncomfortable to listen to it often.

As a female storyteller, Shi Zijin, as soon as she left the palace, her father would wait for a long time in a donkey cart and take her back home.

The neighbors on the road also cast envious glances, and the slaves in Xishan Town were even more courteous.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the huge Xishan Town is decorated with lanterns and festoons, making it very lively.

With the establishment of Yuquan Mountain Villa, it became a royal garden, and there were hundreds of villas and manors near Yuquan Mountain overnight.

Yuquan Mountain is the summer resort of noble and high-ranking officials. It is located at the foot of the mountain, so at the foot of the West Mountain, relying on the emperor's ministers, a large market was artificially formed.

A large number of servants and guards gathered, and there were countless domestic servants. Xishan Town had to establish a small yamen, and the county magistrate personally took the township.

Since it is Jing County, there are several Zuoer officials in the county government, and there is a shortage of sub-towns.

Seeing the lively scene, Shi Zijin's eyes were full of joy.

"Daughter, what's the reward for this one?"

Unable to restrain the joy in his heart, the old man hurriedly asked.

"Some pastries." Shi Zijin said softly.

"It's only been a few days since I entered the palace, who in the whole Xishan Town dare not let us?"

Dad raised his chin proudly like a big rooster.

"You don't know, the gifts are piled up, and you can buy dozens of acres of land if you pick them up casually. Our family is well-developed."

"Father, return all the presents, the rewards for these few days are enough." Shi Zijin said helplessly.

Going in and out of the palace, although she doesn't know the dangers of the officialdom, but the wind and rain in the inner court makes her terrified, these things are not something she can control as a woman.

The things sent by these people are nothing but extensions of imperial power, full of desire for power.

Sure enough, when she came home, Ruo Ruo Wu came to the door if she had any requests.

The flattery of the ladies and the thirst of the officials were clearly revealed at this moment.

She didn't admit it at all, and just focused on storytelling.

As a result, the reputation of the storyteller beauty spread throughout the entire West Mountain, and even the emperor heard of her name.

One day, after galloping with the two daughters, Zhu Yixi said, "You invited this woman into the palace?"

"That's right." Sun Damiang said naively, "She's a good storyteller."

Mu Han'er came to her senses: "It's just a good storyteller."

(End of this chapter)