Lanke Chess Edge

The architectural pattern of this kind of teahouse is to attract more guests. The periphery is a dismantled wooden wall. As long as it is not windy and sandy days, the wooden wall will be removed, and there are long wooden boards between the outer corridors. It can seat a whole row of people, and it is also convenient for people outside the restaurant to listen in.

Originally, I would not have removed the wall panels to keep warm in winter, but now it is indeed very bright.

When Ji Yuan came to the side of the tea house, there was no place for him, and there was not enough space to stand. When he arrived at the tea house, he could only stand at the door. Banzai was seated by the two sword scholars in front of Jiyuan.

However, people's temperament and tolerance are sometimes really useful. Ji Yuan stood at the door and looked around, but couldn't find a less crowded place. Ji Yuan took a step and sat down on the two swordsmen scholars on the outer porch. After sitting down, he saw Ji Yuan who was a step away. When he saw Ji Yuan's appearance, they stood up together.

"Sir, please sit here!"

One of the scholars stretched out his hand to invite him, and the other one also bowed his hand slightly. Of course, Ji Yuan had to say a few polite words.

"You all sit down, I'll just stand."

When he said this, the mood in the teahouse was rising, and the people at the tables near the fan-wielding man were shouting that Zu Yue was shameless.

The two scholars also turned their heads to look over there, and saw that the scholar holding a fan had not opened his mouth again, and Dr. Cha was placing refreshments and new tea on his table, all of which were ordered by the tea shop.

"Sir, don't talk too much, the elder is the elder, come and sit down!"

"That's right, we young people just need to stand."

ha? you young people?

Ji Yuan glanced at his hair on the sideburns out of the corner of his eye, and then touched the corners of his eyes subconsciously. His hair was black, and there were no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. In the eyes of these two young people, he was so young?

"Okay, thank you."

After Ji Yuan bowed his hands in return, he took two steps forward and sat on his side, with his feet on the outside of the teahouse. The Doctor Cha over there had excellent eyesight and was busy sending a message.

"How many tea do you want over there?"

A scholar next to Ji Yuan said quickly.

"Give us three springs before the rain, and count them on my account!"

"Okay~~"

Ji Yuan and the others were sitting on the outside porch, but Dr. Cha was more willing to serve them. He walked around and handed them tea cups, and poured them tea one by one.

"Every guest officer, please bear with me. There is really no table or stool to put the tea cup on. The guest officer can only hold it by himself for the time being."

"It's all right, you go!"

"Hey!"

Ji Yuan sat at the very edge of this corridor seat, although there was still a place for one person to sit on the side, the other two scholars who were obviously friends did not sit, but stood beside them, so this place Instead, it became a place for three people to put their tea cups.

At this moment, the voices in the teahouse became more and more enthusiastic, and the people inside kept shouting.

"Sir, tell me about the battle ahead!" "Yes, yes, tell me now!"

"We're all waiting!"

The man holding the fan looked like a storyteller, and subconsciously liked to indulge people's appetites. He would hold up a tea cup to moisten his mouth, and then open the paper fan with a "snap".

"To talk about these battles, it's really heart-wrenching. For a long time, no news came back. In fact, the army that rushed to help from the imperial court still suffered a loss, so they didn't publicize it. In fact, some officials and eunuchs knew it."

"Ah?" "What!"

"Is the army still defeated?"

Everyone in the teahouse was shocked. Some people had tea overflowing from the tea cups in their hands, but seeing Mr. Fan's calm demeanor, he didn't seem to be worried at all. Some smart people knew that there would be a turning point in the future.

"Sir, don't give up, let's talk about it!"

"Yes, sir, I am so worried!"

That gentleman fanned the paper fan, and there were so many people crowded in it that it seemed warm.

"Okay, let me talk about the changes before and after the war in front of me: I said that half a year ago, the troops of the thieves and bandits of the motherland and Yue country broke through my Dazhen border pass. There are 200,000 to 300,000 people. Almost everyone is a bandit. I heard that most of their soldiers thought that I was poor in Dazhen, but when I entered Qizhou, I found that the people of Dazhen were rich and prosperous. It was like bandits who saw the mountains of gold and silver. They burned, killed and looted all the way, making countless crimes. In some places, whole villages were slaughtered, their property was looted, and women were bullied. , even children and old people will not be spared..."

"Bastards!" "These **** who got knives!"

"Ah, ah... I'm angry too!"

Not to mention the people in the teahouse, even Ji Yuan frowned upon hearing this.

"The thieves and bandits are motivated by looting, and their morale is high. After the Qizhou frontier army was destroyed, the villagers in the country were completely unable to resist. Besides, I have been very peaceful and civilized in the past few years. I have also been outstanding in education. Young bandits, apart from the frontier army, there are not many soldiers in the cities of the prefecture, so the people of Qizhou have suffered a disaster, hey!”

The people in the teahouse were angry on the one hand, and sighed together on the other.

The gentleman shook his paper fan and shook his head.

"Then the news came back that the present sage ordered to fight against the Zuyue thieves, Wang Shi's three-way, successively marched into Qizhou, and fought with the Zuyue thieves... But those thieves are despicable, they are simply a group of bandits, without the pride of sergeants, use All kinds of shameless tricks... In the end, the first army lost tens of thousands of soldiers, and the second army also suffered several setbacks..."

Ji Yuan looked away from the storyteller and looked at the people in the teahouse. Many people clenched their fists, and some people clenched their swords tightly.

As for Mr. Storyteller's so-called "shameless behavior of thieves and soldiers" that caused the defeat of the first two armies, this kind of remark is obviously a beautification of King Dazhen's division.

"Damn, these thieves!" "How could my Master Dazhen lose to such a bastard!"

The two scholars beside Ji Yuan were holding the sword, one hand clenched the hilt of the sword so tightly that even the knuckles turned white.

"Sir, tell me what happened next. Judging from your expression at the moment, my Master Wang is definitely not completely defeated, right?"

Someone inside asked this question, and the storyteller laughed.

"That's natural. In fact, the three-way army of the imperial court is majestic and majestic, but the real highlight is the last one. The old General Mei She, the general of the North, is in command and leads the troops to Qilin Pass. Among those who are capable of conquering and fighting, there is also a tiger general that you don’t know about, the second son of Yin Gong, named Yin Zhong, the second son of Yin is really good, and he has made great achievements in the first battle!”

"Really?" "Ah? There are military generals in Yin Gong's house?"

"Aiya, Duke Yin is a great scholar in the world, but the second son is actually a warrior?"

"Yin Xiang's family is indeed an outstanding person!"

In the teahouse, the discussion started again, and even Ji Yuan, the elder, couldn't help but smile, Hu'er really grew up.

Mr. Storyteller got into his old troubles, and started to hang his appetite again. Instead of talking about the war directly, he extended his talk about Yin Zhong.

"Everyone does not know, before this second son of Yin set off, he was only a school captain with hanging lings, and his people said that 'without meritorious achievements, he will not be appointed as a general', otherwise, as Yin Xiang, how could he not be a general? But this time, by virtue of his military exploits, Mei Shuai directly took the position, which can be said to be worthy of his name..."

Mr. Storyteller took the tea cup to moisten his throat. Seeing that everyone wanted to hear about Yin Zhong, he quickly continued.

"General Yin is the second son of Yin Xiang, and he is naturally a wealthy person. It is rumored that he was read by the royal family when he was a child, and his grades are among the best. His martial arts are even more extraordinary. The weapons he uses are unique in the army. Unstoppable wielding, outstanding strategy not to mention, and even more courageous!"

The discussions in the teahouse seemed a bit noisy, but this was the time when Mr. Storyteller himself wanted to talk, so he grabbed Xingmu and patted it on the table.

"Clap~"

The teahouse instantly became quiet.

"I will talk about one of the most critical battles for Master Wang's northward journey, and it was also the battle in which Yin Er Gongzi became famous. Seeing the purpose of the thief army, he asked himself to gallop in the starry night, rush to the Luqiao Pass, and lead the strange troops to cut off the thieves' food. The suspicious soldiers were confused and frightened away the reinforcements of the thief army, and they led more than a hundred fine cavalry to pretend to be the defeated soldiers of the thieves army, and lured the thieves all the way into the enlistment, and even killed the generals of the thieves in the army..."

The storyteller became more and more excited as he spoke. A paper fan fanned rapidly, and everyone in the teahouse was excited to hear it.

Ji Yuan took a sip of his tea cup. The tea was fragrant and sweet, and it seemed that tangerine peel was added to the tea. Mr. Storyteller's description of the war was emotional, and Yin Zhong did a good job. When Yin Zhong was happy, he also thought divergently that if the same tactics were used by the soldiers of Zuyue, it would be another despicable tactic.

Ji Yuan listened for a while, not only listening to the story of the storyteller's front-line battle, but also listening to the words of the audience, feeling the emotions of the people here, then drank the tea and got up.

The country is strong and the people are united. Although Dazhen was frustrated for a while, it was definitely not something Zu Yue could compete with.

After a while, Dr. Tea came over with a teapot.

"Come on, ladies and gentlemen, add some tea!"

The two fascinated scholars hurriedly turned around to get their own tea cups, just as they were about to say a few words to the extraordinary gentleman just now, but found that there were only three tea cups on the porch seat at the moment, and the one with the black jade head The Mr. White Shirt was gone, and there was still two cents next to the teacup.

"Uh, this brother, what about the big gentleman just now?"

One of the scholars asked a middle-aged man standing by the corridor. The man was fascinated by the voices in the teahouse. He casually glanced at the side and said directly: "I don't know, I didn't see it."

Looking at the others next to them, their expressions were all drawn by the voices in the teahouse. The two scholars looked at each other in dismay and had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​finding a fate~www.NovelMTL.com~ Hey, that gentleman's forehead was by no means ordinary. Senior, you must be a learned person, it is a pity that we didn't have a few words to talk about! "

The scholar who entertained the guest sighed and could only collect the two pennies.

"Brother Deng, soldiers are being recruited everywhere. I heard that after the war in Qizhou has been pacified, my Master Dazhen may continue to go north to settle the chaos of the ancestors and conquer the world. I want to serve the country by joining the army, even if I can't be a counselor. , as the military secretary, what do you think of Xiongtai?"

"Brother Qi said it well, just like the second son of Yin, a scholar of my generation, you can carry a pen before a case, and you can hold a sword on the saddle..."

Another scholar was also invigorated, excited to echo a few words and just about to say the same thing, but his thoughts flickered, and he hesitated for a while, and finally he could only say.

"Brother Qi is so ambitious!"

Scholar Qi looked at his friend's frown slightly, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Brother Deng, you have parents on the top, wife and children on the bottom, how can you just leave? Everyone has their own circumstances. We will meet again in the future! Listen to what you need to hear. I'll go first, and the second child will settle the bill."

"Hey, come on!"

Dr. Cha came over, glanced at the tea cup, and quoted the price of twelve pennies.

The scholar surnamed Qi took out two pieces of Wutongbao from his purse, and was about to give them away together with the two coins from Jiyuan. arts.

After paying the money, the scholar surnamed Qi bowed his hands to his friend and strode away directly. The scholar surnamed Deng just looked at the other side's back and tried to chase after him several times, but finally slapped his legs and sat down.