Lanke Chess Edge

On the first day of the new year, Gyeonggi Province is also full of festivities.

Of course, Ji Yuan would not wear thin clothes in cold weather, at least he should make himself look warm.

After the old dragon went back, Ji Yuan didn't disturb Yin Zhaoxian's plan, but first went to the Xinpu chess hall habitually.

Walking to a narrow street where the chess hall is located, I found that the restaurant is actually open on the first day of the new year. Although the door is closed to keep out the cold, there is a welcome sign outside.

Ji Yuan went in and wandered around, only a few clerks were guarding the shop, there was no one playing chess in the chess hall, the owner was not there, there was only one acting shopkeeper.

After greeting each other with a happy new year with the store clerk, Ji Yuan withdrew, planning to go back to the attic where he had been lodging recently to catch up on sleep.

The big family's surname is Chu. Although the mansion is close to the imperial city, it doesn't seem to be an official of the imperial court.

That bookstore is really like a decoration. After Ji Yuan spent these days, I saw servants come to clean it twice. No one from the Chu family came in, at most they came to pick up books.

Of course, it may be that the bookstore is too big and too cool, and if you want to read and write, it is more comfortable in the front house.

This is cheap, because the third floor of the book pavilion is isolated from the noise of the city, the environment is quiet and there are many books, in addition to resting and practicing, you can also look through books in your spare time.

Although books are not too rare in this era, valuable books are still relatively rare. It is relatively difficult for ordinary people and even poor scholars to acquire knowledge.

This is also one of the reasons why those academies are so popular. Compared with individuals who study at home, academies not only have old masters to teach, but more importantly, there are many books. Those county exams, government exams, and sometimes state exams, if you let the basic skills People write silently about the content of ancient books, and some scholars have never even read that ancient book, so how do they write it?

Walking on Yongning Street, Ji Yuan breathed out a little spiritual energy while watching the people along the street pay New Year's greetings to each other, and when he was about to turn in the direction of Chu Mansion, a familiar voice in the distance attracted his attention.

"A bowl of porridge, a side dish, and two meat buns. Don't forget to get a pot of hot water, thank you!"

"Okay, Mr. Wang, don't worry, I'll bring it to you in a while, just bought the buns early in the morning."

One of the two people who spoke was Wang Li, a storyteller from the Prince Jin's mansion, who would not be mistaken after hearing this, and the other had a crisp voice, probably a child.

After thinking for a while, Ji Yuan followed the memory of the voice, left Yongning Street to the left, and entered an old alley.

The alley is about the width of two carriages, and there are houses with walls on the left and right along the way, but the walls are very short, the kind that do not reach the shoulders, but the courtyard gates are higher, and most of the houses in the courtyard have two or three rooms connected.

Every household has posted things like Spring Festival couplets and blessings, and some people have red lanterns hanging in their homes, but there is no such thing as a god in this world, and naturally there are no such gods posted.

Ji Yuan came looking for the sound, and stopped outside one of the courtyards. He could hear about four people moving inside, three of them were talking and laughing in the two rooms on the right, and the smell of hot air was coming out. The other is in the private room on the left, which is the storyteller Wang Li.

The storyteller still aroused Ji Yuan's interest last night, and now Ji believes in fate very much, since he met him, he planned to go and see it.

Picking up the blindfold, he jumped into the courtyard lightly. Although the door was closed, he heard the sound of grinding ink and slightly excited murmurs inside, which convinced Ji Yuan that this person was very excited and didn't feel sleepy at all.

'This man even talked ventriloquism and storytelling for most of the night last night. He is the most tired person in the family banquet of the entire Jin Palace. Even Master Yin was so tired that he went back to sleep. Why is this guy so energetic? '

Of course Wang Li couldn't sleep. The exhaustion of the night was nothing compared to the impact of what he saw and heard last night.

This room is not big, inside there is a Four Immortals Desk used as a desk, placed against the bed, Wang Lizheng is sitting beside the bed grinding ink.

After the ink in the inkstone was ground, Wang Li, who was hungry and cold, shivered, pressed the paper on the table with a paperweight, picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink, and began to write on the paper, muttering non-stop while writing.

"On the New Year's Eve of the Prince Jin's Mansion, Mr. Wang was invited to tell a book. The talk was about the legend of the gods, and it looked like the emperor's house..."

Wang Li thought very clearly, wrote very quickly, and his handwriting was rather sloppy.

"Sitting next to the emperor and asking for a while, the sweat on the back of the gentleman was rising, and there was no way to talk about ghosts and gods. He racked his brains to answer... The time has come before the hour, and the palace servant Xuan Jingli...Suddenly there was an exclamation from outside the hall, and the sound of joy The sound of spring was heard continuously, the guests followed the emperor one after another, and there was auspiciousness in the courtyard..."

After writing this, Wang Li didn't know whether he was cold or excited. The pen in his hand trembled slightly, and he wrote again and again.

"The trees in the garden are green in spring, and the flowers in the garden are full of red. The emperor shouted to invite the gods and men, and no one responded to the biochemistry of the white mist..."

"Ho... hiss..."

The storyteller put down his pen while he was writing, rubbed his hands together and breathed out, and simply pulled the quilt from the bed behind him and draped it over his body.

"Boom boom boom~"

"Mr. Wang, your food is ready, I brought it to you!"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, here, here!"

Wang Li hurriedly stood up from the bed and went to the door to help the children who came to deliver food to pick things up.

When the door was opened, a gust of cold wind spread over the surface, causing Wang Li to shrink back even more. A boy about twelve or thirteen years old was standing outside holding a tray with steaming rice porridge, side dishes and steamed buns.

The boy didn't let Wang Li carry the tray. Seeing that the gentleman was shrunk and worried that he might knock the tray, he took it inside the room and took out everything on the tray.

Ji Yuan also entered the house with the boy, and Wang Li hurriedly closed the door. Although it was inevitable that it would be darker after closing the door, the light transmission from the oiled paper on the doors and windows did not affect the indoor lighting.

"Mr. Wang, are you writing? Are you writing a story?"

Wang Li returned to the bed, held the safflower porridge bowl with both hands to warm his cold hands for a while, then picked up the chopsticks and began to stir the rice porridge in the bowl, blowing and answering.

"Yeah, I was invited by a rich family to tell a book last night. The reward is a lot of money. The second thing is to witness an auspicious event. The trip is worthwhile. Huh...huh..."

"Zi Liu... Ho Ho... Zi Liu..."

He ate the slightly scalding rice porridge with steam, and his body warmed up after swallowing a few mouthfuls.

"Mr. Wang, your handwriting is not as good as those big gentlemen on Wenqu Street."

The boy looked curiously at the scribbled handwriting on the paper, while Ji Yuan looked at Wang Li's aura, and when he talked about what happened last night, he could be considered to have a clear aura and a bit of talent, although the handwriting was really not good .

"Hey, those are all orthodox scholars, how can I compare, and I'm used to writing faster, as long as I can understand it myself."

As soon as Wang Li said this, he picked up a steamed bun and tore it open, and just swipe it twice in the porridge bowl, as if using the porridge as a dipping sauce, and put it in his mouth like this, it tastes delicious.

"Mr. Wang went to some big family last night. If there is anything interesting, tell me!"

The big gentleman has been renting here for half a year, and the boy has already become familiar with him.

"I'm afraid you won't believe me, but I was invited to the palace yesterday, do you know the palace?"

"Wangfu? Where does the emperor's son live?"

"That's right, that's where the emperor's son lives!"

Wang Ligang picked up a piece of pickled vegetables and put it in his mouth, and pointed at the boy repeatedly with his chopsticks to express his correctness.

"I even saw the current emperor!"

The boy's eyes widened immediately.

"What does the emperor look like? Is he particularly tall and strong, and is he really as terrifying as a tiger?"

Wang Li was taken aback by this question, even Ji Yuan smiled and looked sideways at the boy.

"Well, he is very tall and strong. Sitting next to him, sir, I dare not even breathe, but the more interesting thing is later. After midnight, the ice and snow melted in the garden of the palace, and hundreds of flowers bloomed. Many people said it was the sky. Jiang Xiangrui."

The boy scratched his head, he couldn't imagine the scene, but after listening to the rhetoric that Mr. said, he felt very powerful.

As if realizing that the boy didn't understand, Wang Li changed his words.

"It's just that the gods cast a spell last night to make all the flowers and trees in the palace garden sprout, and the flowers that only bloom in spring, summer and autumn all bloom at that moment. That's so beautiful!"

"Wow!"

This time the boy understood, and after an exclamation, he was a little bit unbelievable.

"Really...Mr. Wang, you didn't lie to me, my father said that you are a storyteller and you are the best at making up..."

Wang Li felt depressed for a while.

"Your father...huh...Xiaodong, the stories of the storyteller are not groundless. Most of them are modified according to the prototype. Some things are exaggerated but some are actually true. For example, the one I just told, sir, I haven't made it into a story yet. Well, so I still experienced it myself, it’s true!”

"Oh! By the way, I'll bring hot water to soak my husband's feet!"

The boy scratched his head, remembering that there was still something to be delivered, he hurriedly opened the door and went out, and Ji Yuan happened to go out with him, leaving Wang Li alone in the room while eating and thinking about details.

Before leaving, he looked back at the storyteller and at the paper. This person should be more suitable than Master Yin.

Just a moment after the boy left, Wang Li was stunned when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the paper on the table when he was half eating the porridge.

"Patter..."

The chopsticks slipped to the ground.

Wang Li put down the porridge bowl and carefully approached the paper, only to see three strange characters appearing on it.

Looking around nervously, there is no other person in the room except himself.

The momentum contained in this handwriting is extraordinary, and it looks like the work of calligraphy masters at first glance. The key is not how good the characters are, but how they appeared out of thin air.

"White Deer Fate?"

Wang Li's fingers trembled slightly, and he touched the paper subconsciously. The moment his fingertips touched the paper, his mind became dizzy, and he fell asleep on the bed in a trance.

Under the vividness of things, in a way that ordinary people can bear, Wang Li is having a strange dream...

There was another knock on the door, and the little boy waited for a while and saw no response from Wang Li, so he opened the door and went in with hot water, only to find that Wang Li had fallen asleep.

"Mr. Big...I haven't finished my porridge yet, so I'm going to sleep as soon as I say sleep!"

With a mutter, the boy approached in a low voice, picked up the chopsticks, wiped his clothes and put them back on the table, helped Wang Li take off his shoes, covered the quilt a little more, then tiptoed out with the hot water basin, and then closed the door carefully .