Extra 1--Ask the hero, who is the hero

"There is a way that every loyal minister dies unjustly, and the scourge will be left for thousands of years..."

The storyteller on the opposite side said happily.

The fragrance of wine was permeated. Yunshang leaned his head against the back of the chair, raised his feet, put them on the poplar tea table in front of him, half squinted his eyes, pinched the wine cup with two fingers, and dried his head, but did not swallow, and slowly tasted it in his mouth.

Next to an empty table, a big man in strong clothes turned around and glanced at it with a little contempt.

Yunshang raised the wine glass upside down to him, as if to indicate that there was nothing in the glass. Then he smiled, threw the cup to the sky and caught it - the cup was immediately full of wine. It was as magical as the trick, and the big man was stunned.

This corner was originally a little far from the bookstore in the middle, and it didn't bother others. However, the rules of the book and tea house do not sell wine, and no one wears a poor-quality Lingluo costume like Yunshang to drink alone. The tea man looked at him three or five times, but he couldn't see where his wine came from. When it was finally confirmed that what was in that cup was definitely not the fragrant tea sold in their teahouse, I made up my mind to come forward to remind that a pair of eyes of Shang Yunshang would be swallowed back when it came to my mouth.

It's getting longer, and gradually the guests of several tables also noticed Yunshang and looked this way frequently. The man who despised him just now also touched a young man with a sword around him with his elbow. The man looked back from the storyteller on the stage and followed the man's guidance to look at Yunshang.

In addition to dress and manners, Yunshang is nothing special, but her face is more delicate than others, her skin color is paler than others, and her eyes are bigger than others... She is dark and transparent, and the water is flexible.

The man's eyes at Yunshang did not hide as quickly as others, nor was he as confused as Xiao Er. He only smiled apologetically at Yunshang, looked back at the man as if he was scolded, and then turned his eyes back on the stage.

But Mr. The storyteller seemed a little restless. It's about to talk about Zongzi (Commentary**), but no one laughed at a wonderful burden, and he was completely bored... The old gentleman finally seemed to be unbearable. He woke up and said, "If you want to know whether the loyal and brave Duke of Liang will be killed by the old treacherous thief, let's listen to the next decomposition!"

sparse applause, a few weak cheers. Everyone was relieved, and they slanted their eyes and inquired low: "Isn't this the new corner in the opposite theater?" I heard that the original spring official was taken in by the prince of Liu Shangshu, and the sedan chair will be sent to pick it up this afternoon..."

Unexpectedly, no one in the audience cares about the place where the storytelling should not be stopped! Yunshang laughed and saw that the old man took out a veil to wipe his sweat. He looked around disappointedly for a week and patted Xingmu loudly again: "Guys, do you know that I have gone south and north. Why do you talk about these loyal ministers and thieves, traitors and heroes?"

Everyone's attention was turned back and they laughed: "Is the old man Sichun? Look at the Mr. Liu family, whether he is a man or a woman, he can go up if he wants, and he can rob him if he wants. He is really happy and cheerful. He is as enviable as the old uncle and traitor in the old story of the old man.

"What a fool." Mr. storyteller's old face also turned slightly red. He was in a hurry and said with some anger, "Now that the mountains and rivers are broken and the national affairs are in danger. Everyone is greedy for a little peace in the capital. They think that if they don't think about it, there is really no country's candid people to peep at it, and the bandits are rampant?"

Everyone was scolded a little stunned and a little wronged, so they shouted and asked, "The old man is concerned about national affairs, but it's just a few wild stories. If you really have the ability, who is the treacherous cycophant in my Dafeng Dynasty today?"

When I choked so much, the story seemed to be a little regretful. I just said, "How can I not know? It's just that there are many people and many words, so I only say one. The treacherous minister is greedy. I often hear people say that the princess of the Lou family, who is born from the daughter of the prime minister, is very good at the yellow and white thing, and deserves the number one treacherous minister in the Dafeng Dynasty.

Someone laughed in the crowd, "I guess I'm going to talk about him. If Prime Minister Lou is still alive ten days and a half months ago, how dare an old man dare to talk about his right and wrong?

The storyteller squinted his eyes and smiled treacherously, "But the title of the first treacherous minister in the Dafeng Dynasty is really well-deserved by the Lou family? I heard that he is honest and poor, and deserves to be a clean official. However, his daughter is not like a father at all. She is just greedy for money and lust. At this point, the old prime minister really doesn't know how to live under Jiuquan.

"Yes, after all, he is a poor prime minister. No matter how poor he is in his life, an eldest son committed suicide in the palace, a second son becomes a fool, and a son... Well, what's the name? It's the romantic one... Love is not a man who can do great things. Unexpectedly, there are only two daughters left in this building. After all, the little princess accumulated money everywhere and accumulated so much money for nothing. Isn't she marrying for others? I heard that the princess refused to keep the funeral for a few days.

"Mourning? How can I take care of it? Princess Lou Xiao is the richest man in the world. Now, I'm afraid that how many people are staring at those real money, how many people are calculating, and how many people are slinging?

Yunshang drank lazily and listened lazily.

"Old sir," the sworded man who had been sitting silently drinking tea raised his head and said, "Since the treacherous minister has passed down, it is naturally a blessing for the community. Instead of caring about these gossips in the market, Lu wants to hear from him talk about the heroes of today's world." His tone was faint and his voice was not high, but he listened to it in everyone's ears, but it seemed that he had heard an order that could not be disobeyed. At that time, everyone stopped talking and waited for the storyteller to comment.

"Hero?" The storyteller paused and looked up and down at the man with the sword. Seeing that he was powerful, heroic, and faintly, he shook his head and sighed, "Since the shame of my Dafeng Dynasty broke the country a hundred years ago, I really don't know who really deserves these two words..." As soon as he finished his words, the big man beside him Immediately angry, he opened his eyes and shouted, "How many people do you know?" We..."

"Kong Jie!" The sword man whispered but shouted with dignity.

The big man suddenly silenced. Even the people around them were a little silent. I don't know why the conversation turned to such a ** current event, and the atmosphere seemed dull and strange.

But at this time, in silence, a leisurely sigh came.

Everyone's eyes turned to Yunshang again.

"Good wine! Really good wine!" Yunshang somehow conjured up a wine gourd from nowhere and shook it to everyone as if showing off, "The daughter of Cardamom's newly brewed green plums. Are you interested in trying it?"

It turned out that the drunkard was showing off his wine. Everyone shook their heads and turned to look at the storyteller with relief.

The old gentleman's eyes have been fixed on the sword man and the big man. For a long time, Fang arched his hand and asked, "Are you two from Xiangyang?"

The big man was annoyed by what he said just now. He snorted and did not answer. Instead, the man smiled and nodded slightly and said, "Sir, what a good eye."

The old gentleman's eyes lit up, "When it comes to the soldiers who guard the border, they are naturally good men who protect their families and the country. However, I just said that there are no heroes in the world today. I really feel that the great phoenix dynasty was broken a hundred years ago, and half of the country fell into the enemy. So far, no one can be ashamed. It's really difficult to talk about heroes in such a situation..."

"What the old gentleman said is very true." The man's eyes were bright, and he nodded and said, "If you can sail the Yangtze River, drive out the Cang soldiers, and restore China, you can really deserve this hero."

Hearing what the two said, the big man's face was calmer, but he was still a little unwilling. He still muttered, "If you say this, isn't even Wu Shuai a hero?"

The old gentleman smiled and said, "I heard that Wu Shuai defended Xiangyang a few days ago, trapped 50,000 enemies with 3,000, defeated the provocation of the Cang soldiers, so that the border would not start the war lightly, and made great contributions. Who doesn't appreciate that he is the capable minister of my Dafeng Dynasty and the backbone of the country?"

The storyteller said this, which made the big man stunned. He lowered his voice and asked his companions around him, "Didn't Beijing suppress the good news of Wu Shuai's retreat from the enemy? How many days will it take for the emperor's birthday to be announced?"

The sword man was also a little confused, but he still shook his head and motioned not to say more.

The people who listen to the book have indeed never heard the news. Although they are usually scoundrels, they have an interest in gossip and ** in national affairs. What's more, such good news related to personal interests, they are eager to ask whether it is true or false. Several more people sighed, "Is it true? It seems that you don't have to worry about when the Cangxun people will come to the capital every day in the future.

Although Yunshang was not moved, he took care of himself to take care of a cup of wine from the wine gourd and looked up.

"Since Wu Shuai has made such a contribution, can't he praise him as a 'hero'?" Suddenly, there was a warbler chirping, which was particularly different in the noisy discussion.

Everyone stared at it, but they saw that in the small book and teahouse, they didn't know when there was a beautiful beauty, green eyebrows and snow skin, cherry lips and teeth... The best thing was that she was complicated in red, and there was no wind, like a cluster of blooming flames, standing there with a smile, waiting for the storyteller to answer.

For a moment, everyone was confused, that is, the man who was unwilling to be angered just now, was also distracted by the sudden beauty, and he only looked at her in a daze.

"In fact, it is a small matter for Wu Shuai to stop the soldiers this time." The storyteller smiled at the right time and pulled back everyone's mind. "Even if Wu Shuai can trap 50,000 tigers and wolves with 5,000 troops, he is only blocking the enemy for a while, which really makes the Canglu people dispel the idea of going south for another reason."

The old gentleman answered the question, but caused a gasping sound.

"Oh? Sir, please describe it in detail. The beauty was also very interested, but a pair of big eyes were dripping around. When she looked back at Yunshang, the apricot eyes blinked gently and actually threw a wink eye.