I just like the Prime Minister

The artists on the stage were all beaming, and the first acquaintance of the rap section was the inspiration for the conversation.

"Last time, I said that Fu Sheng Yunshu failed the imperial examination, and his name fell to Sun Shan. He said goodbye and went home without face. He bought wine and said goodbye to Mr. Chu, but was persuaded by Mr. Chu to join the army. After enlisting in the army, he planned to set off today and go to Liaodong with General Wei... ..." At this point, the gentleman started to sing and listened to the tune, and the rhythm between frustrations was exactly in line with "Qinyuanchun".

It was clearly the gate of Jiang Xizhu's advanced tea house, but Prime Minister Jiang, a scholar, really couldn't squeeze through the hot market. He stood at the door and watched the crowds come and go, worried that he would squeeze one and touch the other.

On the contrary, Li Chengzuo is familiar with the road and goes to the countryside to do as the Romans do. The crowded crowd made him open a gap, grabbing Jiang Xizhu indiscriminately and rushing in, quickly snatching a position on the second floor near the railing, turning his head and smiling at Jiang Xizhu A look of spring and wind.

These fun-seeking places, the unshape emperor has always been more familiar than Jiang Xizhu, Jiang Chengxiang is still tied up in this mixed place, his elegant and proud sage style is incompatible with the noise around him, and Li Chengzuo has already called out excitedly Put on a pot of Mao Feng who is said to be Mingqian, nibbling melon seeds and shaking a fan, listening to the frothy chatterbook downstairs, I was very excited.

It's really silly and good, plus I don't know how to worry.

Jiang Xizhu didn't bother to argue with him, so he just drank tea in silence, and frowned a little after taking a sip—this place is frequented by individual tourists, and the tea that is brought out to treat people has never been good tea, and it tastes disgusting when you rinse your mouth Astringent, the emperor is actually poor so he doesn't pay much attention to it. Jiang Xizhu really couldn't understand how Li Chengzuo could drink this mouthwash with relish after he was used to drinking the frozen top oolong that was quickened by eight hundred miles.

Just when the prime minister was stunned for a while, Li Chengzuo, the careless emperor, had knocked out a plate of melon seeds like locusts crossing the border, not like an emperor but like a big rat reincarnated in a warehouse, Jiang Xizhu said nothing. The fact that Li Chengzuo is hungry can be seen from the clean porcelain plates outside there - yes, he didn't eat enough at noon, and he wandered around the capital all afternoon, if his stomach didn't turn into a bottomless pit, at least it must be a sinkhole.

Li Chengzuo lost his chewing, but he didn't want to be relaxed. He raised his hand and shouted hello to the buddy. He picked and ordered a bag of spiced peanuts, and he ate while obeying the script, the sound of pinching peanuts Crunchy and crunchy, he picked up the red peanut skin all over the table. After eating a few like this, he grabbed one out of nowhere and stuffed it into Jiang Xizhu's mouth.

Prime Minister Jiang subconsciously opened his mouth and ate it. While chewing the crispy peanuts, he recalled the scene in his house, wondering if his uncle and his father had been "disrespected" by the emperor at the dinner table I cried.

"Drunk Flower Yin" is full of noise, even if it is about his favorite book, Jiang Xizhu is not in the mood to listen to the joke at all, until the storyteller finished the passage, he belatedly prepared to listen to it, unexpectedly As soon as he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Li Chengzuo's pair of peach blossom eyes that had just turned back from the stage.

This is really a bit of putting the cart before the horse, Jiang Xizhu thought, a person who admired him so much couldn't listen to it, but a person who didn't like the book inside and outside the words listened enthusiastically, verbally disgusted, but behaved quite upright.

"Phoenix Tower" tells the story of a scholar who is conceited to have the talent of the world, but is as talented as he is pregnant. He never met Bole. The organization that the relatives of the state and the grass and lakes are willing to drive is called "Phoenix Tower", and finally realized his "ideal ambition".

This story sounds a bit like treason - this is why Jiang Xizhu wondered why Li Chengzuo, as an emperor, did not ban this book.

The storyteller was talking about the passage where the scholar failed.

"Pretend to be an official and a thief, whimsical." Li Chengzuo pinched the peanut again with his hands, and his movements were smooth and flowing. Obviously, it has not been once or twice to describe this timely dandyism in this market place, "Listen to this passage, He felt that he could not rule the world even if he was full of economics, so he joined the army and went to compete with the Khitan people in Liaodong. You said that group of stupid savages in Khitan provoked him? He was wronged... Besides, you see, he hasn't made any achievements yet. I feel that I am the number one adviser who strategizes, if you ask me, this is not called all-powerful, it is called ignorant and incompetent."

Jiang Xizhu: "..."

Everyone in Beijing knows that the former prince and the current emperor are the leaders of the "unlearned and incompetent" group.

Prime Minister Jiang really didn't expect that the seemingly hopeless "30 years of Hexi" would actually be transferred to Li Chengzuo's head-someone could give him such a personal comment from the old man, which is the "Three Years" of "Phoenix Tower". How fortunate it is to become a layman, and this life should not be in vain.

Jiang Xizhu was tormented by the emperor's demeanor that he was not afraid of boiling water, and he described it as haggard. He always felt that he would die of exhaustion at the top of the court sooner or later.

With such a master, the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty were not easy. Prime Minister Jiang sighed leisurely, and decided to pass the cold food during the Qingming Festival. In the last book, he discussed with Li Chengzuo and raised the salaries of his colleagues in the Manchu Dynasty. Flesh, body and mind.

Others in "Drunken Flower Yin" don't care how much Jiang Chengxiang, a high-ranking official, cares about the country and cares for his subordinates. The common people know each other when they have fun, and they join in when there is excitement. "Okay" shouted loudly, and was urged by the shopkeeper to ask for it, and reluctantly turned back.

When the crowd saw the storyteller coming back, their excited voices almost toppled the ceiling of the hall.

Jiang Xizhu was startled awake by the voice that turned against Yingtian, and subconsciously looked at the stage where the storyteller was standing.

While looking away, from the corner of the eye, Li Chengzuo's hand holding the crushed peanut shell was indiscernibly stagnant for a moment, and then with a flick of his slender fingers, he casually flicked out the peanut that only had Ren'er left. Immediately, he frowned and said, "This voice..."

The surroundings were too chaotic, Jiang Xizhu didn't hear what he said clearly, just wanted to ask, but the breath he brought up didn't overwhelm the crowd who were boiling against the sky, and the chaotic noise in his ears instantly drowned out the whole "Drunken Flower Yin" went in.

The tea guests downstairs had the same eyesight, staring intently at the stage.

The stringed music of the luthier played in harmony with the gongs and drums, and the sonorous sound covered the whole hall. Several luthiers lowered their heads, as if they were used to seeing the bustle of the world, and amidst the noise, only his door was as silent as the lonely night in the Gushan Temple.

Behind the headlights, there is no beauty in the world.

The rapper breathed a sigh of relief, and sang in tune with the music. His voice is good, his tune is good, but his singing style is in his own class. Jiang Xizhu listened to three sentences in a piece of disturbing magic sound before he could distinguish the It's the tune of "crane soaring to the sky".

"On the gold list, I occasionally lose the leading position. In the Ming Dynasty, the virtuous left behind, what to do. If the situation is not successful, the struggle will not be unrestrained. Why should we talk about loss? Talented poets, they are naturally white-clothed ministers..."

This song was originally the opening scene, and the lights in "Drunken Flower Yin" were brightly lit, a bit more extravagant light than daytime, and there was an inexplicable sense of drunkenness in the feasting and feasting, which made people dizzy before they knew it.

Jiang Xizhu was dazzled by the bright light, and felt a little absurd in his heart for no reason, but the singing on the stage did not stop, and the voiceless voice came out of the second half without waiting for a pause.

"Fireworks Lane, according to the promise of Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there is someone you like, and it is worth looking for. And you cuddle up against the red and lean on the emerald green, and have a romantic life, and your life is smooth. Youth is paid for it. Forbear the false name, change it and sing in a low voice~~"

The artist's voice was deliberately too high, which made the originally murmured lyrics a bit more plain, as if they could penetrate the fog. Complaining, lingering pull suddenly sharp as a knife.

Jiang Xizhu was stunned by his singing, and frowned uncomfortably. The lingering sound of the word "sing" had not yet fallen, but he seemed to be split into the chaotic heart by the high-pitched tone, and felt a strange feeling sharply. It hurt, but before he understood what it was, he was stunned by a beam of white light.

On the stage downstairs, the steady figure of the storyteller suddenly looked towards the second floor, and when he took off his cap, his face that was smiling and warm just now suddenly turned into a murderous light, and he was holding the stage in his hands. The white folding fan used as a pseudo-object suddenly opened its teeth and claws to reveal its true face - the fan bones are not bamboo, but hard and cold cold iron. the cold glow.

It happened at the same moment. The "storyteller" seemed to be pulling the puppet wires of the puppet at the same time. Behind him, the musicians who looked like figurines of musicians hugged their pianos and got up in unison. , as if invisible, followed the "storyteller" with the same hands and feet to cut through the extravagant intoxication of "Zuihuayin".

The murderous intention collapses!

Everyone was stunned when they witnessed this change, and then they quickly understood and ran away screaming.

If there is one, there are more. The crowd who just listened to the book with relish, was driven by the "Aw" voice with a lot of fleeing emotions. The crowd was like a rat nest mixed with a cat, and the crowd waited. Confused and panicked, scattered and panicked, shouting and clamoring, mixed with the crackling of tables, chairs and benches being kicked down, filled the entire teahouse in an instant.

There was an instant chaos in "Drunken Flower Yin", only the luthiers on the stage who were playing the piercing and sad sound of the piano remained motionless, pointing to the sound of ambush from ten sides, as if giving a good show The opening of the unparalleled prologue.

Most of the people on the second floor ran along the stairs in a panic. I am afraid that in the eyes of the "storyteller", the golden target of Emperor Tianqi shone like a lice on the head of a bald man, holding the smell of cold iron and rust. The killer move came straight to Li Chengzuo, without any hesitation or bias.

This is a premeditated assassination!They came to Li Chengzuo!

Jiang Xizhu was so cold from head to toe, he subconsciously went to protect Li Chengzuo, but he had nothing to do, but Li Chengzuo grabbed his wrists and dragged him behind him.

"Junchi, don't be brave." Li Chengzuo turned his back on Jiang Xizhu, but led him back a few feet in an instant, using the flimsy gold-rimmed fan in his hand as a "sword", and stopped him with one move In an instant, he caught up with Leng Tie Fan Dao in front of him.

Jiang Xizhu was taken aback by what he said, and she was so concerned with regretting that she was a useless scholar that she didn't understand the precise and neat tricks of his men.

Li Chengzuo did not resist the assassin who was pressing every step of the way, and protected Jiang Xizhu all the way back to the corner, kicking the murderous "storyteller" back seven or eight steps.

"Who is here?" Li Chengzuo snorted, but his tone was not serious, so that it was not threatening at all, but like a provocation to death, "I don't care about the lives of people who are confused, report your name, and wait for you to turn into ashes , I would like to reward you for the honor of assassinating the emperor."

Jiang Xizhu: "..."