Bai Yuegang of Prince Ning's Mansion

Chapter 34

Xiao Xing left to find the car, nothing happened, Rui Xue also listened to the book with Xiao Tao.

I saw the storyteller, beaming with joy, spitting and staring, talking.

"By this time, it had been snowing heavily for three days, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere. The two sides had been fighting fiercely in this snowy field for three days and three nights.

But no one dared to relax their vigilance, for fear that a mistake would make the other party take the lead. "

With a "snap", Mr. Storyteller slapped the Jingmu, and everyone concentrated on waiting for the next article.

"There was only a loud bang, and the Northern Territory Killer Shura, riding a tall horse, holding a bright silver-tipped spear, rushed into the camp of the soldiers of Beique, killing seven in and seven out."

Speaking of this, he actually stopped, and leisurely picked up the teacup to drink tea.

There was booing from below, and some coins and fresh fruits were thrown onto the stage, "Don't be impatient, let's continue talking quickly."

The gentleman scratched the copper plate, "I laughed and laughed, let's continue." He cleared his throat and continued.

"Unexpectedly, the Shan Yu of the North Que is not someone who can be manipulated by others. Wearing a wolf robe, wearing tiger leather boots, and dancing with two knives, he has a hard time fighting with the Shura of the Northern Territory. Indistinguishable. In an instant, sand and rocks fly away, and the sky and the earth change color."

Ruixue couldn't hold it back, and laughed out loud with a "puchi", didn't you say it was a world of ice and snow, how could it be flying sand and rocks again.

Is this a war?I'm afraid it's not King Kong vs. Godzilla.

Xiaotao scolded: "Miss~!"

Fortunately, the two were far away, so they did not attract the attention of those onlookers.

With a bang, a silver ingot the size of a baby's fist hit the storyteller's desk.

The gentleman was so happy that he could see his teeth but not his eyes. He grabbed the ingot and put it in his arms, "Thank you very much."

There were boos again below, urging him to continue.

"At this critical moment, Shura's lieutenant general in the Northern Territory, carrying a child in his hand, rushed to the front of the formation with a big sting. The Beique Shanyu's eyes suddenly turned red."

"Why do you think?" The spectators asked in unison, "Why?"

"That child is no one else, but his favorite little prince. For a while, he was cautious, but he gradually lost the wind.

Shura of the Northern Territory seized the right time, took advantage of the victory and pursued, retreated hundreds of miles, killed hundreds of thousands of enemies, and dyed the white snow red all the way.

This battle lasted for seven days and seven nights.

Even though he won, the Northern Shura's cruel methods and excessive killing caused God to punish him. Two thunderbolts struck him, blinding his eyes and making him unable to see. "

Xiaotao was excited and applauded along with the spectators in front.

Ruixue just finds it funny, the protagonist of this story is probably her fiancé of the evil star.

The editor is also decent, what kind of thunder in the winter, seven days and seven nights?Are you still human?

It turned out that everyone said he was disabled because he lost his eyesight, which was a bit of a pity, because he couldn't see the peerless beauty of his old lady.

Hearing the sparse applause, Mr. Storyteller was quite proud. He earned an ingot today, so he didn't have to worry about the money for drinks in the next few days.

He said that the story should be [-]% true and [-]% false, and it should not be exaggerated, those who still don't believe him.

Put this ingot in front of them today to see what they have to say.

Just as he was smiling and thanking him, suddenly a stinky shoe flew towards him and smacked his mouth impartially.

"Who! Who threw a shoe at me!"

He stood up abruptly, spat, and looked down at the spectators sitting around.

An eight or nine-year-old curly-haired boy jumped a few feet, fell on the table, pointed at his nose and cursed.

He was missing a shoe, he was the one who threw it.

Although the boy's voice was loud, he babbled in a foreign language that Ruixue couldn't understand.

Only one sentence, "You fart!", was extraordinarily correct.

Children of this age are not afraid of anything, don't fight for three days, and go to the house to expose the tiles.

Not to mention that he was wearing gold and silver, and he was accompanied by guards, so he didn't look too easy to mess with.

The master was about to fight back, but when he saw the four big king vajras surrounded by the child, he immediately wilted away.

While slapping himself, he said flatteringly: "What the young master said is that I fart, and it stinks. It's nothing to do. I made it up to make a living. You just think I'm a fart. The adults treat me a lot. Let it go."

A bunch of old people nodding and bowing, looks funny and sad at the same time.

That child was dressed as a foreigner, and he didn't speak Dalan's language. He bullied people in Dalan's place at a young age, and some of the spectators in the tea shop had hardened their fists.

Someone who was filled with righteous indignation stood up and said a few words, but was stared at by the child's guard with a cannibalistic face, and they all shrank back.

He only dared to take a few steps back and whispered.

The timid ones have already quietly left the tea shop by detour.

This child looks like a person from Beique, if he can come to Dalan Capital, he must be rich or noble.

These ordinary people can't afford to provoke them, and they can only hold back their anger.

Dalan is adjacent to Beique, and the land area is about the same.

Due to geographical location, Dalan focuses on farming, while Beique focuses on animal husbandry, so their comprehensive national strengths are similar.

Dalan's cultural heritage is stronger than Beique's, but Beique's people are tough, and if there is a disagreement, they will fight first.

Since the demarcation of the border, peace talks have been held every year.

Every year, envoys are sent to visit each other, and it is normal to talk at the front and fight at the end.

There are big fights, small fights every day, both sides have their own winners and losers, and neither of them can defeat the other side at once.

This time you occupy my pasture, next time I will take your tribe.

The fighting in the northern border is lively, and the people are living in dire straits.

But it's far away from the capital, even if the sky falls and the earth falls, it won't affect the lives of the nobles in the capital.

So everyone usually doesn't pay much attention.

Isn't this the killing god from the northern border who returned to the capital? There was a wave of gossip, and the storyteller made up a story about the northern border and used it to amuse the bored.

Whether it is true or not, people who listen to the story don't care at all, they just have fun, and whoever has nothing to do to find out the truth of the story.

The storyteller that Ruixue met today was close to the truth, at least three points were true.

There are also some gentlemen who, in order to attract people, really make up hype, and hit the sky and the earth, which is no longer something that humans can do.

The child scolded vigorously, but few of them could understand it.

He speaks Beique and Dalan, and sometimes speaks both languages ​​at the same time. He can tell stories better than a storyteller.

Most of the words that you can understand here are catchphrases commonly used by street thugs.

My husband is wronged, but there is nothing I can do about it, who knows that people will be reincarnated, even if they have a noble status, they will bring thugs.

If you can't understand what he said, you have to bow your head and apologize, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, you are right, what you say is what you say."

I just hope that it will end soon, and it is best not to be beaten.

Holding the little ingot in his arms tightly, for the sake of money, even if you call me a dog today, I will bark at you twice.

(End of this chapter)