Jinyi champion

Chapter 70 Storytelling
In a blink of an eye, it is August [-]th, and it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon.

The festive atmosphere in the palace is getting stronger and stronger. The palace has begun to distribute festive gifts to the guards. Before Zhu Hao entered the palace, Jiang Lun once said that he could get the gifts from the palace during the festival. I won't know until the day I get home.

In the past few days, Sui Gongyan rarely showed up, even entered the palace. Whenever Sui Gongyan was not in the palace, Zhu San and Zhu Si would come to the school to be with Zhu Hao, Jing Hong, and Lu Bing When studying, Zhu Hao still plays the role of "Mr. Zhu".

"Tomorrow you can go back earlier."

Lu Song brought news.

It was already after school ended on August [-]th, and Zhu Hao and Jing Hong were sitting under the grape trellis in the dormitory, setting up a table to play chess.

A guard came over to take a look, maybe he knew how to play it, but he left after looking at it for a while and felt bored, only Lu Song stood aside and stared at it for a long time.

Zhu Hao actually wanted to ask, Lao Lu, can you tell if the chessboard is going to be successful or not?

Hearing this, Jing Hong raised his head and asked, "When will you leave the mansion tomorrow?"

"It's going to be in the afternoon... I will go over and let you know when I will leave, and I will leave the palace with you at that time."

Lu Song's main task recently is to keep an eye on the school dormitory. After all, both Zhu San and Zhu Si are studying here. Lu Song doesn't seem to be the little prince's personal guard, but he will show up by Zhu Hao's side from time to time. face.

Zhu Hao said with a smile: "You can go home again, and let's take a look at how my bookstore is doing... Hey, I should be able to have a good festival."

Jinghong cast envious eyes.

Zhu Hao achieved financial freedom at a young age, but he still suffers from being restricted by his family. He couldn't figure out why Zhu Hao had money to start a business, and he seemed to be doing well.

Zhu Hao actually said these words to Lu Song, hoping to attract the other party to buy shares.

Lu Song didn't say anything, and left the yard to arrange the security work of the palace at night.

"Go to listen to the book tonight, it's up to you whether you go or not."

Zhu Hao's words made Jinghong excited instantly.

It seems that financial freedom is not important anymore, being able to hang out with them is the greatest convenience Zhu Hao gives.

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the next morning.

It was Zhu Si's turn not to show up, and Zhu San came to the courtyard of the school alone. After Zhu Hao asked briefly, he found out that Sui Gongyan did not enter the palace that day, but Zhu Si had other things that he couldn't do.

Zhu Hao didn't ask why Zhu Si went there, but what are you doing, studying with me and lurking in the palace, does it have anything to do with Conglong in the future?

"Zhu Hao, I heard that there is a storytelling venue outside. It is very lively. Many people go to listen to books every day. Let's go and have a look together at noon today? It seems to be on the west side of the palace..."

Even Zhu San has heard about the grand occasion of the bookstore.

Jinghong was taken aback. He wanted to say that Zhu Hao actually opened the bookstore, but he held back his words. It would be better for Zhu Hao to talk about such things. Not satisfied, what should I do if I don't take him out to listen to books in the future?

"Hey, I'm not a wild kid running around outside now, but I'm reading with you in the palace... If I take you out of the palace without authorization, I will be guilty of a serious crime. Maybe Mr. Yuan is angry and directly kills me. It’s not even certain to be expelled.”

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 have heroism."

Timid?

Heroism?

Sorry, the aggressive method doesn't work for me.

Jinghong said: "Actually, you don't need to listen..."

What he originally wanted to say was that the books in the bookstore outside were all written by Zhu Hao. Wouldn't it be over if Zhu Hao talked about it?But after saying that, he regretted it again, betraying Zhu Hao is definitely not a good choice.

"What do you mean?"

Zhu San glanced at Jinghong, who didn't have a strong sense of presence, "Could it be that you want me to invite the storyteller back and tell me alone? Do I have that much face?"

Jinghong glanced at Zhu Hao subconsciously, as if to say, there is a ready-made storyteller sitting here, wouldn't you be done looking for him?
But this time he was very sensible, he turned around and returned to his seat, picked up the book and read it with a shake of his head, as if he didn't hear Zhu San's question.

Zhu Hao said angrily: "Xiao Jingzi means that I actually know all the storytelling in the bookstore outside. You don't need to go out of the palace, just listen to my stories."

Jinghong's eyes were wide open, and he looked at Zhu Hao in disbelief, as if to say, why do you call me "Little Jingzi"?
"Really?"

Zhu San narrowed his eyes into crescents, looking at Zhu Hao happily.

"Fake." Zhu Hao said.

Zhu San narrowed his eyes, and the strings turned into strings in an instant: "You're kidding me?"

"Hehehehe..."

Jinghong didn't care about the change in Zhu Hao's title, so he hid his mouth and secretly laughed.

Zhu Haodao: "You can listen to stories if you want, but you must study carefully in the morning. I will take an exam at noon, and I will tell you if you pass."

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Listening to stories is a great motivation for Zhu San to learn. With her intelligence, as long as she puts her heart into it, her potential is endless.

Together with Jinghong, he wanted to continue listening to the story of "Shuo Yue", especially to fill in the parts he hadn't heard. The book is reciting "The Analects of Confucius" there, and it seems to be the same. Only Zhu Hao sits by the window and continues to write and draw.

"Mr. Zhu, we have learned what you taught, let's take the exam."

When noon was approaching, Zhu San stood in front of Zhu Hao confidently, just like a student waiting for the school exam in front of the teacher.

Zhu Hao nodded and said: "Look at your hard work, you don't have to take the test today, just sit down...Aren't you going to eat?"

Zhu Sandao: "What are you eating? You can just eat the stories."

"Yeah." Lu Bing nodded.

Even Jinghong seems to think that listening to stories is much more important than eating.

The three "good students" moved their futons over, sat down and waited to listen to the story, Zhu Hao said, "I'll tell you a story about the Northern Song Dynasty..."

As soon as Jinghong came up, he interrupted Zhu Hao: "Isn't it the Southern Song Dynasty?"

Zhu Hao said: "Do you want to hear about the Southern Song Dynasty? Well then, I will tell you a story about the Southern Song Dynasty. It is said that it was the end of the Southern Song Dynasty..."

"Did you make a mistake? It was the early years of the Southern Song Dynasty...how about you start talking about it from the end of the Northern Song Dynasty?" Jinghong corrected him again.

Now Zhu San was dissatisfied, and stared at Jinghong and said, "Is it you or he? Xiao Jingzi, why are you talking so much nonsense? Listen to the story!"

It was only then that Jinghong realized that he was only a supporting role today, and as a listener, he was not qualified to point out Zhu Hao, a storyteller.

Zhu Hao said with a smile: "What I'm telling you is not the story of the Yue family army, but a brand new story. It is said that during the reign of Ningzong in the Southern Song Dynasty, in a place called Niujiazhuang in the south of the Yangtze River, there were two families who lived in seclusion. So, one family is surnamed Guo, and the other is surnamed Yang..."

Since Zhu Hao wants to tell stories to children, of course he can't tell "Shuo Yue".

The three children listened with wide-eyed eyes. There was a fierce conflict at the beginning of this story, which could catch their hearts at once.

It is "Shooting the Condors".

"Qiu Chuji is a first-class expert in the Jianghu. He is the existence with the highest martial arts among the Quanzhen Seven Masters. He will also be the head teacher of the Quanzhen Sect in the future. When he learned that the two families were killed, he returned to Niujiazhuang without stopping. It's too late..."

Zhu San looked sad: "How could this happen? Zhu Hao, your story is not good, why do you want to make everyone ruined?"

"Well...can you not bother Zhu Hao? I want to know what happened next..." Jing Hong 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 talk about is the children of two families. They each grew up in different environments. One followed his mother and was tricked into remarrying the murdered one. Wanyan Honglie, the sixth prince of the Jin Kingdom whose family was ruined, and the other was born on the grassland. According to the agreement of their deceased father, one was named Kang, but because his mother remarried, he could only be called Wanyan Kang, while the other was named Guo Jing. ..."

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The story continues.

Unknowingly it was past noon, Zhu San and Lu Bing didn't go back to the inner courtyard for dinner, so Lu Song came to check the situation.

But seeing a few children sitting there, listening to Zhu Hao telling a story, Lu Song frowned and asked, "You...don't go back?"

Zhu San didn't look back, and raised his hand to interrupt Lu Song's words: "Lu Dianzhan, don't disturb Zhu Hao's storytelling, the story he tells is really nice...Zhu Hao, does that Huazheng like Guo Jing very much? But Guo Jing is so stupid How can the elm lumps of the elm be pleasing to people?"

Lu Song was speechless.

What is it?

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 tried to persuade him, "My son, Xiao Bing, you should go back to the inner courtyard for dinner. Master Zhu and Master Jing also have to hurry up and go to the cafeteria. There will be no lunch if they are late..."

Zhu San pouted and said, "You won't die if you're hungry...Zhu Hao, tell me quickly."

Zhu Hao didn't continue talking, but looked at Lu Song.

Seeing Zhu San's enthusiastic expression, Lu Song was speechless for a while. When he turned to look at his son, he found that his son was also staring at Zhu Hao, his face full of enthusiasm.

In the end, he simply sat on the side and waited. He wanted to know, what kind of story did Zhu Hao tell, so that how many children could not go to lunch?
Could it not be those old folk tales, which can also attract children almost to the point of madness?

But when Lu Song himself listened to it for a while, he realized that this story...

Really attractive.

Even an adult like him can't help but enter into the ups and downs of the world of martial arts.

Lu Bing is a warrior, and he was interested in the stories of warriors from the beginning, coupled with the ups and downs of the stories, he is well versed in the essence of martial arts novels, so that after listening for a while, Lu Song also forgot why he came here.

"...In the blink of an eye, eighteen years have passed, and Guo Jing has grown into an eighteen-year-old boy. He and the Seven Monsters of the South of the Yangtze River..."

"It's the six monsters, didn't one die?"

Zhu San was quick-witted and immediately corrected him.

Jinghong said: "The seven monsters are a name, they are a whole, you know that one can die... Listen to Zhu Hao."

Zhu San glared at Jinghong with pursed lips, and continued to listen to the story, ignoring his stubborn mouth.

"Guo Jing was ordered by his teacher to go south first. This is also the first time Guo Jing has traveled far. He has no experience, and he feels that everything is very fresh. He is especially amazed by the prosperity of the Central Plains. At this time, he met a little beggar. Although this little beggar is dressed in rags, his lips are red and his teeth are white..."

(End of this chapter)