On the other side of the door is the courtyard

Chapter 153 Everyone listen to my story

Wang Yanni suggested making noodles for lunch.

I originally thought that Lou Xiao'e's cooking ability would be negative, but I didn't expect that she could still do it well.

"Xiao'e is pretty good. I didn't expect you to know how to knead dough."

"I learned it from my mother at home. She is the descendant of Tan's cuisine!"

"Oh, then after you learn how to do it, you have to cook a good meal for us."

"I will study hard, Brother Xiaoyi. I'm not one of those young ladies who keep their fingers crossed."

"Then whoever marries you, Xiao'e, will be really lucky."

"Sister Yanni, I don't cook for others. From now on, I will cook for you."

"Haha, Xiao'e, then I will wait for that day."

Yang Yi and Wen Li were assigned to do some preliminary work.

such as……

"Wen Li, if you keep doing this, I won't be able to chop vegetables!"

Yang Yi sighed and looked at Wen Li, who was still naughty.

"Hehe, don't you like it, Yang Yi?"

She secretly bit her ear, and she almost cut her finger without shaking.

Although Wang Yanni couldn't see the two of them directly from this angle, playing with fire under the nose of the big house like this was really exciting!

Fortunately, Wen Li just teased her a little bit, and then went to do the work assigned to her.

After lunch.

"Yang Yi, do you have a flying chess at home? If so, take it out. There are exactly four of us, let's play together."

Yang Yi glanced at Wen Li who made this suggestion with a hint of resentment.

Damn she still remembers this joke.

The other two people didn't raise any objections.

Looking at Wen Li's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, she could only take out the flying chess piece.

"six!"

"six!"

"six!"

Three beauties, big and small, flew up, and soon all four small chess pieces came out of the cage.

Looking at his little chess piece that was still nestled at home, Yang Yi felt a pain in his balls.

"It's not a technical problem, luck, yes, luck was not on my side today."

I can only give a very pale explanation to the three of them.

at last.

"six!

Look, luck will come one day. "

Yet not a few steps have been taken yet.

"Brother Xiaoyi, I'm sorry, I'm going to eat your chess piece."

Seeing Lou Xiao'e clasping her hands together with an apology on her face - I will forgive you this time.

When all three of their chess pieces reached the finish line, two of Yang Yi's pieces were at the base camp, and two of them were still struggling on the road.

Then there's the punishment for last place.

As the champion, Wen Li has the right to propose punishments.

"My punishment is that Yan Ni sits on Yang Yi while he completes thirty push-ups."

"I don't agree! It's Yang Yi who is being punished, why should you bring me in?"

"Then... why don't you ask Xiao'e to sit on it?"

"No, no, I can't."

Although Lou Xiao'e was very willing, she still didn't have the courage to do such an intimate gesture in front of everyone.

"If you want to sit down, sit down yourself. I won't sit down."

"Then I'll really sit on it, Yanni."

Wocao, Wenli, are you really prepared to play that big?
Seeing that Wen Li was really ready to sit down, Wang Yanni couldn't bear it anymore.

"Get up, I'll come!"

Being sat on his back by his wife doing push-ups, and being watched by two other beauties - this is a plot that I feel I have seen somewhere.

so excited!
Really excited!
Thirty push-ups were done quickly.

"Yanzi, I'm not tired at all. How about we come with thirty more?"

Wang Yanni's face turned into a big red cloth with embarrassment at this time.

Ignoring Yang Yi who was having a psychosis, he sat directly on the chair.

"Come again!"

In this game, Wang Yanni focused all her attention on Wen Li.

Even if you give up an opportunity to produce six chess pieces, you must follow Wen Li's chess piece closely and look for opportunities to eat it.

Yang Yi's luck still hasn't improved, but the fight between Wang Yanni and Wen Li has made Lou Xiao'e a fisherman.

It was Lou Xiao'e's turn to give Yang Yi a question. "Brother Xiaoyi, why don't you come sing for us."

Well, the little girl is really kind.

Yang Yigang was about to speak when Wen Li spoke.

"Singing is too simple for Yang Yi. Xiao'e, another one. He has written so many books. Ask him to tell us a story."

Wang Yanni also thinks this suggestion is good. After all, if Yang Yi opens his mouth to sing a love song or something, wouldn't it be considered as singing it to Xiao'e who made the request?

"Tell him to tell a story, Xiao'e."

Of course you have to listen to what the lady says.

"Then change my request. We want to hear you tell a new story, Brother Xiaoyi."

Good storytelling!
Why don't you tell them something like "The Daily Life of a Housewife"?

Forget it, today is National Day, so I won’t talk about it anymore.

"Okay, today I'm going to tell you a story about Azolla."

"Brother Xiao Yi, I've heard of this. Man Jiang Hong was written by Yue Fei."

"Yes, Xiao'e. But the story of Manjianghong that I want to tell today begins a few years after Yue Fei's death.

Please listen carefully. "

Seeing Yang Yi acting like a storyteller, the three beauties began to listen carefully.

"Fifth year after the death of Marshal Yue Fei, Fenglingdu, Shanxi.

Qin Hui led the Song Dynasty's imperial army and prepared to start truce negotiations with the Jin Kingdom.

The story begins with a man named Zhang Da, an auxiliary soldier of the Forbidden Army.

……

When Yao Qin sang to Zhang Da,

The word "Yin" means "Sheng", the word "Xin" means "Xiangshao"

Streamer is easy to throw people away

The cherries are red and plantains are green.

Then she went to Qin Hui's room alone without any hesitation. "

At this point in the story, Yang Yi was going to drink some water to moisten his throat.

"Xiaoyi, don't let this Yaoqin die, okay?"

It was rare for Wang Yanni to make such a plea to Yang Yi for a character in the story.

When Wen Li and Lou Xiao'e heard this, they even began to sob quietly.

I'm just a ruthless storyteller now!

Ignoring Wang Yanni's request, Yang Yi continued.

"Sun Jun put the tip of his knife against Qin Hui's back, opened the window, and asked him to recite Marshal Yue's last words in front of all the soldiers.

Qin Hui took the initiative to recite it impassionedly, as if he had lost his mind.

He was so angry that he leaned against the railing, and the misty rain stopped.Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement.Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and he will be filled with sorrow. "

In the second half, everyone in the room began to recite it together.

"The disgrace of Jingkang has not yet snowed, and the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed! Driving a long chariot, trampling through the gap in the Helan Mountains. The ambition is to eat Hulu meat when hungry, and laugh and drink the blood of Huns when thirsty. Start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

Drink some water to moisten your throat and prepare to continue.

"Xiao Yi, how could Qin Hui recite Marshal Yue's words so impassionedly? This is unreasonable!"

Wang Yanni, who had a clear distinction between love and hate, couldn't help but raised her question.

“Just keep listening.

During the fight, Sun Jun fought hard and took two knives, and finally took care of the two maids who were highly skilled in martial arts.

……

Prime Minister Qin, come out.I know the person dying outside is your substitute.

……

At this point, Marshal Yue's song "Man Jiang Hong" has been passed down to this day.

My story ends here. "

The story told by Yang Yi is based on Lao Mouzi's 2023 New Year movie "Man Jiang Hong", and Yang Yi brought it here with words.

Yang Yi thinks this movie is Lao Mouzi's rare masterpiece in recent years - it can at least tell a complete story and understand it while ensuring a big scene.

"Unexpectedly, this Qin Hui's substitute is also a righteous man."

"This story is purely fictitious. Just listen to it in your room. Don't spread it outside."

"Xiaoyi, I think you should write this story. I guarantee that other people will also like it."

"Yanzi, I don't want to write anymore. If I publish the novel again, maybe those people in the Writers' Association will notice me. And you also know the virtues of those people, and I don't want to have too much contact with them."

"You are right, our family and theirs are completely different worlds.

Instead of getting tired of looking at them, it would be better not to have any contact with them from the beginning. "

There is no way to spoil Wang Yanni, but Yang Yi still feels a little relieved to see that she can understand what he is doing.

　My favorite are two poems

　　"Man Jiang Hong" by Marshal Yue and "Linjiang Immortal" by Yang Shen in the Ming Dynasty

　　So I wrote down all these 93 words.
　　Please forgive me for the lack of water!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)