Mountains and rivers pray for peace

The waiter left in three steps and two turns.

The dishes have been served, including fish and meat, and the wok is filled with steam, making your mouth water.

However, Usnea was not in a hurry to pick up the vegetables. Instead, she held her head and asked, "Is the girl related to that storyteller?"

Otherwise, a girl who is such a reasonable person would really not be able to embarrass a storyteller whom she met by chance.

Huo Qi didn't answer, only said: "You have done the most credit today, and the dishes on this table are all yours. Eat first, don't worry about me."

After saying that, she poured a glass of osmanthus wine and looked at Feng Qing on the stage.

Feng Qing's dress is that of a typical poor Confucian scholar.

He was wearing a long robe. The blue-grey fabric had become thin and white after being starched several times. But this does not undermine the scholar's pride and nobility at all. He holds a folding fan, speaks eloquently, and his tone of voice is ups and downs. Even a boring piece of music can make many gourmets stop eating, and he can lead them away with joy, anger, anger and ignorance.

After half a cup of tea, the song has come to an end.

Feng Qing patted the gavel heavily, raised his hands and said with a smile: "If you want to know what happens next, let's listen to the explanation next time."

The spectators paused briefly at first, as if they were immersed in the storybook and never left. Then, like waking up from a big dream, a burst of boiling cheers burst out. Even the guests in the upper private room couldn't help but poke their heads in to join in the fun when they heard the commotion outside, and the atmosphere became more intense.

Feng Qing picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, with obvious satisfaction and pride in his eyes.

The waiter hesitated at the edge of the table, but finally stepped forward and whispered a few words beside him.

Feng Qing's hand holding the cup tightened instantly, and his high-spirited face turned purple with anger. His eyes wandered around in confusion, and the faces in the audience were all kinds of strange. Some were laughing, some were puzzled, and they were all cheering for him. But at this moment, in his eyes, it all became an undisguised mockery.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on a place in the southeast corner.

There sat a woman in green clothes, with a calm appearance and a temperament that was incompatible with her surroundings. A pair of phoenix eyes were slightly raised, as if there was irony in them. When he blinked, he felt that the irony was just an illusion.

Then, the woman raised the cup in his direction, drank the wine in one gulp, and curled her lips into a smile.

This woman did it on purpose.

Huo Qi and Feng Qing in the corner looked at each other without fear.

After learning literary and martial arts, his goods went to the emperor's family. Poor students who study hard may not understand this truth. But when the pride they drew with their pens was easily destroyed by the twelve lines of silver, these decades of burning the midnight oil and thorns in the buttocks became a complete joke.

At this moment, Feng Qing should be filled with anger and sadness.

But what she was curious about was, what decision would Feng Qing make next?

Usnea, who was enjoying her meal at the side, also noticed the subtlety of the atmosphere. She put down the bamboo chopsticks and whispered: "Girl... that Mr. Feng seems to be staring at you."

But soon, Feng Qing stopped looking at Huo Qi. He drank the tea in his hand, as if he had made a big decision, and in a blink of an eye he returned to his smiling face.

He pinched the lower corner of his gown, flicked it, glanced at the crowd, and sang loudly: "How many icicles are breaking the day, how many doors of the sky are locked? The spring has no roots, and relies on the east wind to blow one after another."

Then, he fulfilled Huo Qi's request and told a long story.

Once upon a time there was a scholar named Wang Ji. His family was poor and homeless, and he had been dependent on his father since he was a child.

His father was lame in one leg and could not do any physical work, so he could only rely on making paper kites for Wang Ji to study. Wang Ji went to the library to go to school and couldn't afford ready-made books, so he shyly borrowed his classmates' books and copied them by himself after school until late at night. Since his family couldn't afford lamp oil, he went out to catch fireflies to light up his reading at night. He couldn't afford white rice on weekdays, so he soaked a steamed bun in water and turned it into gruel, which he ate in three meals.

Day after day, year after year, his father went blind from suffering, and Wang Ji went from a high-spirited young man to a mediocre and numb middle-aged man, but he still failed to finish. People around him said that he was good at writing beautiful articles and that he was a promising person. But why can't he make the list?

He couldn't figure it out. The Four Books and Five Classics were torn through and he couldn't find the answer. Until one year, Wang Ji saw a name on the apricot list. He knew that man, he was the son of a well-known local wealthy businessman.

When did Wang Ji realize that that man was different from him?

He drank porridge, and that man went to the best restaurant in the city to eat meat. He was wearing a long gown that had been washed white, and the man was dressed in fragrant cloud gauze. After he failed the exam, he cried bitterly. When he could not face his father's hopeful eyes, that man was wearing red and flowers, shining brightly on his family's lintel.

He thought that people are probably born different.

So he accepted his fate.

In a fire, he burned all the books in his home. Ten years of hard study, like the ashes of those books, finally came to nothing.

Later, Wang Ji still lived in the shabby thatched hut where he had grown up. However, he was a scholar after all and had a good reputation in the county. Instead of making kites, he set up a stall and wrote letters for others, barely making ends meet. As the days passed, the hot turbid air in my chest gradually disappeared from the coldness.

Finally, he married a wife and had children with the ten taels of silver he saved from working.

One day, he took his young son to the river to wash his feet. The river water is crystal clear, reflecting people's faces clearly. There was a slight wave in the water, and he was suddenly startled. The youngest son was still a young son, but his face turned into that of his dead father.

After the story was told, the audience below fell into a long sigh, and even felt sorry for Wang Ji.

Feng Qing, on the other hand, looked in the direction of Huo Qi again, his face gloomy.

Huo Qi also looked gloomy.

Feng Qing is Wang Ji, but he is not Wang Ji.

She glanced down at the dishes on the table and asked, "Are you full?"

Usnea was stunned: "I'm full."

Huo Qi called the waiter: "Check out."

When the two of them walked out of Yizhaoxian, the sky outside became darker. Several lanterns were hung on the laurel trees at the door, lighting up the night.

Perhaps it was because there were fewer people on Suimian Street, but Usnea actually felt a sense of coldness that she hadn't seen for a long time. She rubbed her arms and asked, "Girl, are we going back to the hotel now?"

Huo Qi glanced at the direction he came from and shook his head: "Wait a little longer."

wait? What are you waiting for?

Usnea quickly waited for the answer.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Qing rushed out of the restaurant, looking around as if he was looking for someone.

When Usnea saw him, she thought something was wrong.

Feng Qing is chasing him out now, he must be here to cause trouble for you. He had just been provoked by an adult, and he must be angry at this moment. They were two young and powerful women fighting against an old and weak scholar. Although they had a chance of winning, they would not be able to escape if things got too big on someone else's territory.

Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy. Usluo made up her mind and wanted to drag Huo Qi to escape.

But Feng Qing soon discovered their figures and walked over step by step, with a sad expression on his face, implying some anger and unwillingness.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Usnea stood in front of Huo Qi and said, "Hey! Old gentleman, what do you want? Come to me if you have anything."

Feng Qing didn't even look at Usnea, but stared straight at Huo Qi: "You're the one who gave me the silver reward just now, right?"