Lanke Chess Edge

The first day of the new year in Gyeonggi Province is also full of festivities.

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Of course, in the cold weather, Ji Fate will not wear thin clothes, at least she has to make herself look warm.

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After Lao Long returned, Ji Yuan did not disturb Yin Zhaoxian's plans, but first went to the Xinpu Chess Hall habitually.

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Walking to a narrow street where the chess hall is located, I found that the restaurant actually opened on the first day of the new year. Although the door was closed to keep out the cold, there was a welcome sign outside.

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Ji Yuan went in and walked around for a while, and there were only a few guys in the store. There was no one playing chess in the chess hall, and the owner was not there. There was only an agent shopkeeper.

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After greeting each other with the New Year's greetings from the clerk in the store, Ji Yuan withdrew, intending to go back to the attic where he had been living lately to make up for his sleep.

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The surname of that big family is Chu, and although the mansion is close to the imperial city, it doesn't seem to be a court official.

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The bookstore really looks like a decoration. After Ji Yuan has spent these days, he has seen servants come to clean it twice. Then no one from the Chu family came in, and at most they came to fetch books.

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Of course, it may also be that the bookstore is too big and too cold. If you want to read and write, it is more comfortable in the house in front.

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This is a bargain. The third floor of the bookstore is isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city. The environment is quiet and there are many books. In addition to rest and practice, you can also flip through books in your spare time.

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Although books are not too rare in this era, valuable books are still relatively precious, and it is relatively difficult for ordinary people and even poor scholars to acquire knowledge.

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This is also one of the reasons why those academies are so popular. Compared with individual students who study at home, the academies not only have the guidance of the old master, but more importantly, there are many books. Those county exams and sometimes state exams, if you let the basic skills test What kind of classics do people write silently? Some scholars have never even read the classics. How to write them?

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Walking on Yongning Street, Ji Yuan breathed out a trace of spiritual energy while watching the people along the street paying New Year's greetings to each other. When he was about to turn in the direction of Chu Mansion, a familiar voice in the distance caught his attention.

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"One bowl of porridge, one side dish, and two meat buns, don't forget to make a pot of hot water, thank you!"

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"Okay, Mr. Wang, don't worry, I'll bring it to you in a while. I just bought the buns in the morning."

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One of the two people who spoke was Wang Li, a storyteller in the palace of the King of Jin. He would never admit his mistake if he heard it, and the other had a clear voice and should be a child.

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After thinking for a while, Ji Yuan followed the position remembered by the voice, left Yongning Street to the left, and entered an old alley.

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The alley is about the width of two carriages. There are houses with walls on the left and right along the way, but the walls are very short, and they belong to the kind that are no more than shoulders. On the contrary, the courtyard gate is higher. Most of the houses in the courtyard have two or three houses. connected.

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Every household has things like the Chinese New Year couplets, and some people have red lanterns hanging on them. However, there is no such thing as the **** of the kitchen, and naturally there are no such statues.

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Ji Yuan came to find the sound and stopped outside the courtyard of one of the homes. About four people could be heard moving inside. Three of them were talking and laughing in the two rooms on the right, and the aroma of hot air came out. The other is in the private room on the left, it is the storyteller Wang Li.

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This storyteller still aroused some interest in Ji Yuan last night, and Ji someone now believes in fate. Since he has encountered it, he intends to go and see it.

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Picking up his blindfold, he jumped into the hospital with a light jump. Although the door was closed, he heard the sound of grinding ink and slightly excited murmurs inside, which convinced Ji Yuan that this person was very excited and did not feel sleepy at all.

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'This person even talked about ventriloquism and storytelling in the middle of the night last night. He was supposed to be the most tired person in the whole family banquet of the Jin Dynasty. Even Master Yin was so sleepy that he went back to sleep. Why is this guy so energetic? ’

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Of course, Wang Li couldn't sleep. What was a night of exhaustion? It was nothing compared to the impact of what he saw last night.

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This room is not large, and there is another Four Immortals Table, which acts as a desk, and is placed against the bed. Wang Li is sitting beside the bed grinding ink.

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After the ink was grinded in Taizhong, Wang Li, who was hungry and cold, shivered. He pressed the paper on the table with a paperweight. After he picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, he began to write on the paper, mumbling incessantly while writing.

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"On New Year's Eve at the Jin Palace, Wang was invited to tell a story. It was a fairy tale, and it looked like an emperor's family..."

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Wang Li's thinking is extremely clear, he writes quickly, and his handwriting is relatively sloppy.

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"Sitting next to the emperor for a moment, the sweat on the back of Mr. three rises, and there is no way to talk about ghosts and gods, so he racked his thoughts and tried to answer... The hour was approaching the hour, and the palace servants declared the salute... Suddenly I heard exclamations from outside the hall, joyful voices. The sound of spring has been heard, the guests have followed the emperor, and there is auspiciousness in the atrium..."

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Writing this, Wang Li didn't know whether it was cold or excited, the pen in his hand trembled slightly, and he continued to write again with ink.

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"Hundreds of trees in the garden are green in spring, the flowers in the courtyard will turn a thousand reds, the emperor shouts to invite the gods, and no one responds to the white mist..."

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"Ho...hh..."

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When Mr. Storyteller wrote this, he put down his pen for the time being, rubbed his hands together and exhaled, and simply pulled the quilt from the bed behind him and put it on him.

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"Dong, dong, dong~"

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"Mr. Wang, your food is ready, I'll bring it to you!"

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"Oh oh oh well, here we come!"

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Wang Li hurriedly stood up from the bed, and went to the door to help the children who came to deliver food with them.

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Opening the door, a gust of cold wind spreads the surface, causing Wang Li to shrink even more. A boy of about twelve or thirteen years old stood outside with a tray containing steaming rice porridge, side dishes and steamed buns.

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The boy also didn't let Wang Li carry the tray. Seeing that the gentleman was slumped, he was worried that he might hit the plate, so he took the initiative to bring it into the house and took out the things on the tray.

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Ji Yuan also entered the house with the boy, and Wang Lize hurriedly closed the door. Although the door was inevitably dark, the light transmission of the oil paper on the doors and windows did not affect the indoor lighting.

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"Mr. Wang, are you writing? Are you writing a story?"

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Wang Li went back to the bed, held up the safflower porridge bowl with both hands to warm his cold hands for a while, then picked up his chopsticks and started stirring the rice porridge in the bowl, changing his answer.

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"Yeah, I was invited to tell a story by a big family last night. The remuneration is second, and it is also a witness to an auspicious story. It's a worthwhile trip, huh...huh..."

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"Zi Liu... **** ho... Zi Liu..."

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Breathing in the heat, he ate slightly hot rice porridge, and after swallowing a few mouthfuls, his body warmed up.

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"Mr. Wang, your writing is not as good as those big gentlemen on Wenqu Street."

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The boy looked curiously at the scribbled handwriting on the paper, while Ji Yuan looked at Wang Li's temperament, and looked at him to talk about last night's events. He could be regarded as having a clear temperament and a bit of talent, although the writing was really not that good. .

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"Hey, they are all orthodox scholars, how can I compare, and I'm used to writing faster, as long as I can understand it myself."

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When Wang Li said this, he picked up a steamed bun and tore it open, then swiped it twice in the porridge bowl, as if using the porridge as a dipping sauce and sending it into his mouth like this, it tasted delicious.

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"What big family did Mr. Wang go to last night? Tell me about anything interesting!"

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This gentleman has been renting here for half a year, and the boy has long known him.

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"I'm afraid you won't believe it when I say it. I was invited to the palace yesterday. Do you know the palace?"

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"The palace? Where does the emperor's son live?"

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"That's right, that's where the emperor's son lives!"

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Wang Ligang picked up a piece of pickle and put it in his mouth, holding up his chopsticks and pointing at the boy repeatedly to show that he was right.

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"I also saw the current emperor!"

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The boy's eyes widened immediately.

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"What does the emperor look like? Is he particularly tall and strong, and is he really as scary as a tiger?"

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Wang Li was taken aback by this question, but Ji Yuan also smiled and looked sideways at the boy.

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"Well, he's very tall and strong. Sitting next to him, I can't even breathe, but the more interesting thing is later. After the hour came, the palace garden actually melted and the flowers bloomed. Many people said that it was the sky. Down with auspiciousness."

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The boy scratched his head. He couldn't imagine the scene, but after listening to the rhetoric that the husband said, he felt very powerful.

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As if realizing that the boy didn't understand, Wang Li changed his words.

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"It was a **** who cast a spell last night, causing all the flowers, plants and trees in the palace garden to sprout, and the flowers that only bloom in spring, summer and autumn all bloom at that moment. That's so beautiful!"

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"Wow!"

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Now the boy understood, and after exclaiming, he became somewhat disbelieving.

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"It's true or not... Mr. Wang, you didn't lie to me. My father said that you are a storyteller, and you are the best at editing..."

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Wang Li was sullen for a while.

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"Your father... huh... Xiaodong, the story of the storyteller is not groundless, most of it is based on the prototype, some things are exaggerated but some are actually true, such as the one I just told, sir, I haven't made it into a story yet. Well, so I still experience it myself, it's true!"

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"Oh! By the way, I'm going to bring hot water for Mr. to soak his feet!"

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The boy scratched his head, remembering that there was still something to deliver, so he hurriedly opened the door and went out. Ji Yuan also happened to go out together, leaving Wang Li to eat indoors and think about the details~www.NovelMTL.com~ Before leaving, look back at this place. Storyteller, look at the paper again, this person should be more suitable than Master Yin.

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After the boy left for a while, halfway through eating the porridge, Wang Li, who accidentally caught a glimpse of the paper on the table, was suddenly stunned.

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"Papa..."

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The chopsticks slipped to the ground.

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Wang Li put down the porridge bowl and carefully approached the paper, only to see three unfamiliar characters appearing on it.

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Looking around nervously, there is no other person in the room besides himself.

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The imposing and agility of this handwriting is extraordinary. At first glance, it is the work of calligraphy masters. The key is not how good the handwriting is, but that it appeared out of thin air.

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"Bai Lu Yuan?"

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Wang Li wrapped his fingers slightly and touched the paper subconsciously. The moment his fingertips touched the paper, his mind became dizzy, and he fell asleep on the bed in a trance.

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In a way that mortals can bear, Wang Li is having a peculiar dream...

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There was another knock on the door. The little boy waited for a while and didn't see a response from Wang Li, so he pushed open the door and went in with hot water, only to find that Wang Li had fallen asleep.

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"This big gentleman... I haven't finished drinking the porridge, so I sleep when I say sleep!"

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After muttering, the boy approached quietly, picked up the chopsticks and wiped them on the clothes and put them back on the table, then helped Wang Li to take off his shoes, covered the quilt a little, and then tiptoed to take out the hot water basin, and then carefully closed the door. .