"At this point, this "Enlighten the True and Wonder of Bodhi, and the Origin of the Demons and Return to the Origin of the Yuanshen" is over. If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next chapter of the decomposition."

Song Beiyun used the teacup lid as a gavel and pressed it on the table. He picked up the cover bowl and moistened his throat. He pinched a bean and stuffed it into his mouth, making a squeaking bite.

The princess held one hand on the table, recalling the story that Song Beiyun had just told. Although it sounded a bit weird, the Dongsheng Shenzhou and Xiniu Hezhou were all unaware of the reason, the story was extremely exciting and fascinating, but he refused to tell it halfway through the talk. The feeling of being stinging in his heart made the princess feel very uncomfortable.

"Tell me quickly!" Zuo Roukan sniffed melon seeds: "Is there a fairy as beautiful as a flower in the Seiyue Sanxing Cave? Can this monkey give birth to a child with someone?"

Song Beiyun narrowed his eyes and looked at Zuo Rou: "What's going on with your brain circuit? Hum?"

Zuo Rou didn't understand, so: "I'll ask."

"No." Song Beiyun replied angrily: "There is no fairy!"

Zuo Rou was a little disappointed: "I still want to hear the monkey have a relationship with her senior sister."

This thing... is a real evil. As soon as she made Journey to the West, her peach blossoms bloomed in just a few words, and it was extremely despicable. So what if there is a senior sister? Could it be that any woman could still admire a stinky monkey?

"Good brother...you can go on." The princess pulled Song Beiyun's hand coquettishly: "I'm just thinking about what happened to the monkey later. You can't be so enchanting."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." Song Beiyun took a sip of tea again: "Let you feel the pain of chasing the newcomer."

At this point, the sun was not yet dusk, and the lotus wine was really early, so the three of them sat in the teahouse in Linhe to drink some tea and have some snacks.

It's also idle, so it's better to just chat, but Song Beiyun actually has nothing to talk about with them. Instead of staring at them with awkward eyes, it's better to tell stories, but it's hard for him to tell any story.

At first he planned to talk about the Red Mansion, but the Red Mansion was too pretentious, and it might be impossible to make the princess, a literary young woman, feel sad about spring and autumn, which is not suitable. Later, he planned to talk about the Three Kingdoms. After all, Song Beiyun's favorite was the Three Kingdoms before, but then he thought, few girls liked to watch the power struggle scenes that were all stinky men except Diao Chan and Qiao.

The only alternative list is Water Margin and Journey to the West. After weighing it, this Water Margin is definitely not something that cannot be said, because Water Margin is about this era, such as Jinshan Temple, Xuanzhou, and Jingyanggang, which are all true. Moreover, the story also talks about rebellion. Song Beiyun is probably thinking that this rebellion is a matter of being told in front of a royal daughter.

After thinking about it, these Three Kingdoms are the most suitable. But it’s just a stinky monkey, and no one can get involved.

After listening to the monkey story, Zuo Rou was fine. Although she was also very excited, she was not addicted. Her only thought was whether there was a beautiful senior sister in the Three Star Cave of the Silent Moon that could have such a part with the monkey.

But the princess is different. Literary and artistic young women like this random thoughts the most on weekdays. After a long time, there are some stories in her mind, but she is still unable to understand the method. Today, when she suddenly heard this interesting stinky monkey, she immediately fell into it and couldn't extricate herself.

"It's useless to be anxious. I have to make it up now. You can't just open your mouth." Song Beiyun raised his legs and crossed his legs: "Don't urge."

"Good brother~~~~~~"

The princess's little voice was really sweet. This kind of whine-like tune could make people shudder. Song Beiyun quickly waved his hand: "This monkey matter will be broken down next time. But I have other stories. Do you want to hear it, do you want to hear it?"

"Think about it!" The princess nodded repeatedly: "Good brother, hurry up."

"Do you have a beautiful senior sister?"

Soon, when the sun sets, Song Beiyun finally made them feel the pain of chasing two books at the same time. As a senior party, he can tell more than tens of millions of stories, but the princess and Zuo Rou are different.

This era is still an era of imagination. The most romantic thing is to write a poem about romance, flowers, snow and moon, making people fantasize about being in that scene, what is the fat mandarin fish in this door last year and today.

When the things were really spread flat and placed on paper, it was actually already in the Yuan Dynasty. By the Ming Dynasty, the flat things became three-dimensional again, and various operas and other things appeared.

As for the current opera, there are actually not none, but in Song Beiyun's opinion, it is just a dance god pretending to be a god, with no beauty at all.

"Why did Zhao Ling'er marry that person after being looked at by someone? What's the reason?" Zuo Rou was upset about the characters in the story: "Hateful! I don't want me. Not only did I not marry, but I would kill the bastard with one palm."

Song Beiyun felt chills in his heart, but he was somewhat grateful to think that he had not been killed by Zuo Rou.

Zuo Rou's righteous indignation formed a sharp contrast with the princess's thoughts: "Good brother, what about after arriving at Xianling Island? I think this matter will never be so simple. The traps outside the Xianling Island are definitely not for seclusion. I think who is hiding from someone?"

"I'll tell you the finale, okay?"

When the princess heard this, she immediately covered her ears: "If you don't listen, don't listen, don't say it!"

This is probably a common problem for people who follow serials. If you like to guess the plot yourself, you will tell people everywhere, but if someone really needs to spoil it for him, he can kill all his mother, extreme! Extremely extreme!

The three of them walked forward along the banks of the Fei River. The princess was observing Song Beiyun very carefully. She found a very interesting place. This guy clearly said that he was here for the second time, but judging from his speed of knowing the way, it was simply an old-fashioned style.

So the princess suddenly became suspicious of Song Beiyun, but this was not a big deal, so she ran to Song Beiyun and asked, "Good brother, why are you more familiar with the way than me, the people in Luzhou Prefecture?"

Song Beiyun stopped and stood on a bridge by the river: "Although it is different, the river is still the same."

As he said that, he stood still, looked around and found the exact location of his home. Then he quickly walked to the willow tree and pointed to a vacant land not far ahead: "In the future, this will be a state-owned factory, and then my family will live in the family area of ​​the factory. When I was a child, I always swim here with my friends in the factory compound. Every day, my mother has to stand by the river and call me before I can go home."

Zuo Rou pulled the princess over and whispered: "He is starting to be crazy again. Don't pay attention to him for common things, just a moment."

The princess walked up to her with interest and listened carefully to Song Beiyun's rumors. Although she couldn't understand many things, she found it interesting to see his shiny eyes.

After a while, Song Beiyun introduced his "home", and soon changed from being beautiful and secluded to his previous appearance. He continued to walk forward slowly regardless of the surprise eyes of others.

The river bank gradually became prosperous and beautiful, with many vendors coming and going on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, and the flow of people began to become dense.

Luzhou Prefecture is not like Jinling. Although it is not a capital city, because the fief of King Fu is here, there has been no curfew for a long time. At night, it is a scene of Suzhou and Hangzhou, which describes the fireworks in the book.

The Song people's trade was already prosperous, and the nine provinces were in the middle of this place, and they were located on the main road of the throat. There were tens of thousands of people coming and going. After signing a treaty with Jin and Liao, trade must be transferred here, so Jinling City is far less prosperous than Luzhou Prefecture.

If you stand on a high building and overlook the hinterland of Luzhou, it is as staggered and orderly as depicted in the Qingming Festival, and there is no trace of the weak Song Dynasty.

The shouts on the street gradually became messy. Song Beiyun followed his two aunts and was always wary of the thief. After all, these two were all daughters, and it didn't matter if they were stolen. If they were touched, they would be a life.

Walking through the alley for a while, sparks flowing around it, which was very lively. When Song Beiyun was passing by, he repeatedly heard someone mentioning that there was a dispute over the courtesan today, which seemed quite interesting.

"Come on, have some fried tofu." He grabbed one with one hand, came to a vendor selling tofu, and sat on the long bench: "Boss, I'll give you fifty big children of tofu."

"Cheer officer!"

The boss quickly skillfully brought the fried hot tofu into the sauce and brought it to Song Beiyun, and served three pairs of chopsticks.

"Boss, is it very lively today?"

"Keep, I heard that the accent is from the northerner. You don't know that this day before the Grain Rain after Qingming Festival is the day when I choose a courtesan. Today, several girls who have not come out of the flower boat will come out, but it's lively."

"But thank you, boss." Song Beiyun bowed to him: "I'll go there later."

"That's good. If the young master robs the courtesan, I'll come here to eat without any money."

"Hahaha, it's easy to say!"

The boss continued to be busy, but the princess came over curiously: "Song Beiyun, why can you talk to anyone? You are not afraid of losing your part as a peddler."

"There is no high or low personality. I can talk to your father and these people. People are particularly sensitive." Song Beiyun grabbed a piece of tofu and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "I didn't wait for people now, so they will naturally treat me as a waiter. If you wait for people now, they will turn around and scold your ancestors for three generations."

Before the princess could savor these words, Zuo Rou had already stood up and pointed forward: "Look, look! Jin Ling'er, your north slope!"

"What's my north slope, spit!" The princess couldn't help but spat: "That person is not likable, don't chew around me. Also, I don't call him Jin Ling'er now, you have to call me Mr. Jin!"

Zuo Rou didn't hear anything she said, just pulled Song Beiyun and said, "You don't know, this north slope has always been pursuing Jinlinger. That posture is what you said... Yes, licking dogs!"

"Listen Dog?" Song Beiyun touched his chin and laughed: "Okay! Let's follow! We will go wherever our number one goes!"

The princess frowned and said, "You have to follow him for those flower boats?"

"Hahahaha...I'm happy! Boss, I'm too late to pack a bag of greased paper."

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Today is also the first update, I am exhausted. I will continue to pay off my debt tomorrow! I will finally pay it back almost, hahahaha.
Chapter completed!