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"This is too miserable."
After quickly reading all the story books, Gu Juan closed the book and wanted to express his opinion, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only hold back a miserable evaluation.
In his eyes, who have been baptized by various novels in the previous time and space, several storytelling stories in a row are all embarrassing and sensational stories for tragedy.
Fortunately, he still has a bosom lover, that is, the girl in red who will never leave him, and will never leave him, and will depend on him life and death. Otherwise, I really can't imagine what face this guy has to live in the world.
However, the description of the red dress in the book is too beautiful and noble, and is misunderstood by Gu Sheng again and again, but still maintains the truth, kindness and beauty, exuding the brilliance of human nature, which is simply incompatible with this series of stories, and abruptly creates a An almost perfect image.
"Am I really that miserable?"
Gu Juan showed his patrol axe, carefully observed his own face with the mirror-like surface of the axe, and thought it was fairly readable.
So, what does she want to do?
Has it really been refined?
Just such a series of stories that made him sweat just by looking at them will become very popular, especially those big girls and young wives, even to the point of talking privately in the boudoir, talking about life in red clothes.
Really makes people feel a lot of emotion, speechless.
Don't think about it if you don't understand it, and resolutely don't do stupid things when the conditions are not sufficient.
He quickly put this matter aside for the time being, packed his luggage and walked towards Pingxia County ahead.
After a few days of analysis and judgment, Gu Juan can basically conclude that although there are stories about him and the bride in red circulating here, she is not here, and she has not even appeared here.
Therefore, he doesn't have to be too nervous. Qian Dayu's identity can still be used, and he can enter the city if he wants to. Everything can be done step by step as planned.
Half a day later, Gu Juan, carrying the burden, passed through the city gate, and finally returned to his favorite large crowd gathering place after dozens of days.
After finding an inn and settling down, Gu Juan walked around the street, first searched around to inquire about the affairs of Xiang's mansion, and after confirming and comparing the various statements he heard, he went to a teahouse. In the private seat on the second floor, after ordering some refreshments, I narrowed my eyes and listened.
There is no storyteller downstairs, but an old man and his granddaughter playing and singing there, but the content of the song is still the story of Gu Sheng and Hong Yi.
When Gu Juan sat down, he just started to say the paragraph "Gu Sheng, a poor scholar, was not selected, and all the good land in his family was occupied".
He pursed his lips, listened to a few words indifferently, and suddenly found that this thing sounded unexpectedly good. The plot, which he thought was too embarrassing to be more awkward, was played and sung by this little girl's mouth. He has the interest of chasing down.
After listening to a paragraph, he threw a few copper coins over, and then listened to another paragraph, until his stomach was empty and hungry, so he got up and left.
It's strange to say that when he came out of the teahouse and sat down in a restaurant, he suddenly felt a little lost, and he wanted to go back to the teahouse to continue chasing more.
This is not normal.
Not normal at all.
Thinking for a while while eating, Gu Juan suddenly looked through the window of the box and saw the old man and the girl who were performing arts in the teahouse were walking along the street, and they were about to pass by the door of the restaurant.
He thought about it, and immediately gave Xiao Er a few copper coins, and asked him to go down and invite him to the box on the second floor.
"I just listened to you in the teahouse for a while, and you all sang well, so I specially invited the two of you to come over. From the time when Gu Sheng's talent was not selected, and the good land from his family property was occupied, I sang until I got addicted to it."
Pat!
A small piece of broken silver was patted on the table by Gu Pan, "Pay you half of the deposit first, and I will be happy with the master, and there will be a big reward."
The old man's expression was calm, and he played and sang soon after receiving the money.
Gu Juan sighed slightly, listened to the music with half-closed eyes, and slowly ate a sip of wine and food, looking quite comfortable and comfortable.
But after only a quarter of an hour, he broke away from that state of immersion, gave some money, and waved his grandfather and grandson to leave.
The box was quiet again. He carefully recalled the whole process of the old man and the girl talking, playing and singing from beginning to end, and finally focused on the various instruments used by the two.
There is something wrong with these instruments, and a big one at that.He couldn't detect it because the distance was too far in the teahouse before, but now he listened closely for a while, and he immediately made an important discovery.
The musical instruments in the hands of the old man and the girl gave him the feeling that they had their own life. Since the beginning of playing, they have been exuding breath fluctuations that are difficult for ordinary people to detect, attracting people to immerse themselves in it involuntarily, and it is difficult to extricate themselves.
Demonic demon sword.
Or, Pipa Jing?
In an instant, two phrases flashed through Gu Juan's mind, and became more and more clear until they occupied most of his thoughts.
He thinks his speculation is not wrong, even though these musical instruments are not as powerful as the two monsters mentioned above, they should be of the same type.
So, are they naturally formed, or are they manufactured by "human" hands?
Thinking of this, Gu Juan immediately lost the interest to continue eating and drinking, and immediately got up to check out and leave.
Catch up with the grandparents, buy the musical instruments in their hands, and smash them with a wild knife!
This is the most direct way to verify his guess.
But this idea was quickly stifled by him. It would be fine if the musical instruments were really formed naturally, but according to the analysis of the current situation, they are most likely related to the bride in red.
In this case, wouldn't chopping up a musical instrument be equivalent to asking for trouble?
Gu Juan walked aimlessly along the long street for a while, and saw a teahouse for people to rest and have fun. It seemed to be very lively, so he walked in again with questions.
On the stage in the middle of the first floor of the teahouse, there was a storyteller telling a story, and the group of people below listened quietly, completely immersed in the story that was being told.
"On the twenty-eighth day of the new year, Gu Sheng came out of the pawn shop in poverty, with only a long gown and half a pair of trousers left on his body. It was deep winter, and he met a creditor who asked for a debt. His heart was filled with unspeakable misery. , It corresponds to the celestial phenomenon at this moment, the north wind is blowing, the snowflakes are fluttering, the snowflakes are fluttering, the year is coming"
? When Gu Juan entered the teahouse and squeezed to the front row to sit down, he happened to hear that Gu Sheng went into the shop to pawn in the cold winter, and encountered a snowstorm when he went out.
He took a pot of tea from the waiter's plate, drank it one sip at a time, and focused all his attention on the storyteller himself.
The storyteller¡¯s outfit is very simple, just a fan, a gavel, and a big towel for wiping sweat and hands. When he talks about the climax, he slaps the gavel. Shaking the folding fan and talking slowly, the rhythm is quite in place.
After observing carefully for a while, Gu Juan calmly dropped two copper coins and left the teahouse without hesitation.
His analysis and inference were indeed correct.
Now it seems that there is not only a problem with selling the musical instruments of the grandparents, but also the gavel and folding fans of the storyteller.
They will continue to emit fluctuations that are almost impossible for ordinary people to detect, which can strangely achieve the effect of confusing people's minds.
Coming out of the teahouse, Gu Juan walked slowly on the street, thought for a while, and decided to act according to his own heart, so that he can feel at ease and safe.
It's still the same old saying, if he can't be provoked, he can hide, and if he is upright, he is not afraid of the shadow. Even if these storytellers make him a little worse, so what, can he lose a few catties?
As for men, sometimes you have to be more generous. When facing an unreasonable woman, taking a few steps back will make her happy, and the atmosphere will be harmonious.
Just as the saying goes, endure the calm for a while, take a step back to broaden the sea and the sky, harmony is the most important, safety first, this is the truth. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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