Who lost this loyal dog?

"King Ling?"

Zhang Ze moved his ears and sat up.

Gu Qingfeng picked up the teacup, put it on the table in front of Zhang Ze with a flick of his sleeves, picked up another cup by himself, and tasted it briefly: "Brother Zhang, are you interested in the former dynasty?"

"I'm a little curious." Zhang Ze took the teacup and drank from it.

"Oh?" Gu Qingfeng pretended not to see Zhang Zeniu chewing peonies, a little surprised.

Zhang Ze casually played with the exquisitely crafted teacup, and said lazily: "The sky is high and the emperor is far away. We ordinary people don't expect to see such a big man. Moreover, the former dynasty has been destroyed for a hundred years, and it has long since ceased to exist in the world. It is only left and right. These are some stories buried in the past, and now someone is willing to dig up and tell them, so let’s listen to them at will, just as a pastime for drinking tea.”

While they were chatting, the storyteller in the hall was not in a hurry, and told the past slowly.

"The country name of the previous dynasty was Xiao, also known as Xiao Dynasty. Guozuo lasted for 500 years. When it was handed down to the last Emperor Xiaoli, the luck had declined and the accumulation was hard to return. Emperor Xiaoli killed his father and brother, and ascended to the Great Treasure by means of thunder. , Only one brother was left to silence everyone, and this person is King Ling."

Whenever the royal family's past is involved, it seems that there will always be scenes of brothers fighting against each other and fighting each other.Zhang Ze opened his mouth to take the refreshments Tianyi handed over, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction, let's chew.

It's so sweet, the taste is exactly his taste.

Gu Qingfeng stopped drinking tea, coughed lightly, pointed to the pastry on the table, and said, "Ah Qing, bring that to me."

Qingying obeyed the order, took the plate respectfully, sent it to the host's table, and bowed her head to wait for the next order.

Waving Qingying to retreat, Gu Qingfeng picked up a piece of snack and threw it into his mouth. He felt that it was not as delicious as Zhang Ze showed, and also felt that Qingying was inexplicably asking Qingying to take the refreshment. The way he does things.

Fortunately, Zhang Ze was busy listening to the play, Tianyi was busy feeding, even if Qing Ying saw it, she wouldn't say anything.

He silently pushed away the refreshments and concentrated on drinking the tea.

"King Ling is the half-brother of Emperor Xiaoli. He looks so suave, handsome, and has a noble status. He was a first-class figure in the capital at that time. According to legend, this prince can play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting , who is proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts. He is a peerless genius who can rule the country with martial arts and literature. If he becomes the emperor, maybe the Xiao Dynasty can last another 20 years. It's a pity that the more powerful King Ling is, the more powerful Emperor Xiaoli will be. The more we guard against him, we imprison him in the palace all day long, forcing King Ling to play the piano and play music, practice calligraphy and painting all day long, and be a wealthy idler."

There was a sound of regret in the hall.

Gu Qingfeng, on the other hand, turned the teacup in his hand in an unclear manner, indifferent and indifferent.

The storyteller was very satisfied with the effect. He paused for a while, and waited for the boos to subside, before continuing: "But who is King Ling, he is a man of great talent and grandeur, and he is well-versed in the world! How could he be willing to waste his life on this? Right under the eyelids of Emperor Xiaoli. Under the hood, King Ling secretly cultivated his confidants, recruited talents, expanded his power, and waited for Emperor Xiaoli to show his flaws, so that he could seize the opportunity to rise up and lead everyone to overthrow this tyrant."

When the conversation was in full swing, the storyteller slapped the table hard and spoke generously.

Everyone held their breath and sat silently, as if they were expecting King Ling to succeed in his actions and vent their anger on the common people.

Even Zhang Ze was affected by the environment, unconsciously tensed up, looking forward to the future development.

Unexpectedly, the storyteller immediately sighed with great regret: "The bad thing is that there is a traitor around King Ling, and he sent the matter of King Ling to the tyrant. How can the tyrant be easy to deal with? , sent people to raid Lingwang's mansion, and ordered that everyone, regardless of men, women, old or young, not one be left behind, and all beheaded."

The storyteller stretched out his hand across his neck, making a gesture of beheading: "All of a sudden, there were screams in the palace, and corpses lay all over the ground. The blood that flowed out stained every inch of the ground in the palace black. To avoid disaster, King Ling He and his subordinates were slaughtered by the neck and brutally killed."

Immediately, the crowd was furious, saying that King Ling's order was wrong, and that Emperor Xiaoli had harmed the people, and that the Xiao Dynasty deserved to end in his hands.

The storyteller had to slap the gavel repeatedly to calm down.

Zhang Ze sighed and shook his head, feeling that he shouldn't listen to this story on a whim.It's good now, I don't feel like drinking tea at all.

"Guest officers, please calm your anger. Although King Ling was killed, this matter is not over yet." The storyteller raised his voice and sped up his speech, "King Ling has far-sighted plans, and he has already left behind."

Is there a follow-up?

Zhang Ze and Tian Yi exchanged glances, and continued to listen.

"Before the Dongchuang incident, King Ling already had a premonition that something was wrong, so he ordered his confidantes to build a treasure house, divide the collected weapons and money into two, and put [-]% of it on the bright side to confuse the tyrant. The remaining [-]% It is stored in the treasure house. Afterwards, a reliable person was found to bring the map of the treasure house and his infant son to change his face to hide his identity. If King Ling can get through the difficulties by himself, then it is naturally good. If unfortunately he dies, there is such a With the treasure house in place, his descendants will have a chance to make a comeback."

Zhang Ze figured it out, the old man talked for a long time, and the focus turned out to be on the treasure house and the treasure map.

Sure enough, there was a lot of noise in the teahouse around the old storyteller, and some people asked directly: "Storyteller, do you know where the treasure house is? What's in it?"

The storyteller smiled cheerfully: "The little old man is just a storyteller, how can he know such details? If he really knew, the little old man would dig for the treasure himself. But the little old man knows a little about the things inside. .”

Speaking of this, he stroked his beard and said nothing, just looked around with his eyes.

"Trickster."

Scolding is scolding, those who want to hear the story are not short of this money, so invest a few coins in it.

The storyteller happily accepted it, and then revealed the mystery: "A hundred years ago, there was a great master named Penglai Sword Immortal in the Jianghu. The Dao Changsheng Jue that he practiced is the top-level inner strength mental method that is hard to find in the ages. Ling Wang was once the disciple of this sword fairy. However, from the point of view of the little old man, how could Ling Wang be willing to cut it off in his own hands for such a superb skill? He would definitely keep a copy in the treasury so that he could pass it on to his descendants. "

When the words were over, other people wanted to ask more questions, but the storyteller shook his head and refused to say any more. Instead, he talked about the juvenile elite martial arts meeting that will be held recently, and anecdotes from various sects.

Zhang Ze couldn't get enough of what he heard, his stomach full of questions tickled his heart, his eyes rolled, and he focused on Tian Yi who seemed to know everything: "Tian Yi, what do you think?"

Tian Yi was stunned for a moment, and then slowly said: "The former King Ling was indeed involved. According to historical records, King Ling was the younger brother of Emperor Xiaoli, and he was deeply favored. The two brothers have deep affection. However, he had hidden evil intentions and kept private soldiers in captivity Tens of thousands. Emperor Xiaoli was furious when he learned of this, and sent troops to besiege the palace. King Ling felt grateful for the kindness of his brother, and committed suicide to apologize. Bandits and bandits have saved countless civilians, and there are still many rumors about sword immortals among the people."

But that's all, Tian Yi shook his head and didn't know anything about the rest.

Even if Zhang Ze knew nothing about the past history of this world, he would never believe the nonsense recorded in historical materials.

The so-called "gratitude for kindness, suicide and apology" is a lie.

Perhaps seeing that Zhang Ze was too pitiful for not satisfying his curiosity, Gu Qingfeng persuaded him: "The so-called old things are just added to the story by people later, so why should Brother Zhang be so sad? Could it be that Brother Zhang also wants Treasure hunt?"

After speaking, his eyes were unpredictable and his expression was obscure, and he couldn't tell whether it was a joke or not.

Qingying knelt beside Gu Qingfeng, secretly tightening her body, ready to go.

"What am I looking for treasures for?" Zhang Ze shook his head, "If you don't bring it with you when you are born, if you don't bring it with you when you die, will you cause trouble for yourself if you find it?"

This money has to be taken and spent, and he doesn't want to experience the feeling of being chased and killed even while sleeping.

Isn't it delicious to eat and drink without worrying about eating and drinking like now, roaming around the rivers and lakes, and doing tasks?

Gu Qingfeng chuckled, and cupped his hands in a bow: "Haha, brother Zhang is open-minded, and I'm not as good as I am."

"However, if there is a real treasure, it's not impossible to go and have a look." Zhang Ze changed his tone, his eyes lit up, "If the treasure map is really in this world, there must be endless noise in the rivers and lakes. Idle is idle, At that time, Tianyi and I will watch the excitement from a distance, and when we grow old, we will find a teahouse and be a storyteller, and tell the stories we read to others, which can be regarded as an interesting thing.”

Zhang Ze imitated the storyteller's posture with a smile, put one hand behind his back, touched the non-existent goatee with the other, and cleared his throat: "Brother Gu, if you still remember, I want to come to the show."

"sure."

Hearing that the scholar was chatting about things about the east and the west, Zhang Ze yawned boredly, stretched his muscles and bones, and asked, "I'm a little tired after sitting for so long, do you want to go out for a walk, Brother Gu?"

Gu Qingfeng refused, rolled up his sleeves calmly, and poured a cup of tea for himself: "Brother Zhang is on his own. I will drink tea with Ah Qing here, listen to the interesting talks of the readers, and wait for you by the way." return."

"Alright," Zhang Ze responded, "Tianyi, let's go."

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, and quickly blended into the flow of people coming and going, without a trace.

Without Zhang Ze and Tianyi's gags from time to time, the private room suddenly fell silent, and if there was a seemingly nonexistent coercion pervading, people outside the private room who happened to pass by here unconsciously held their breath, walked lightly, and dared not noisy.

Qingying seems to be unaware of this invisible and qualitative change, and restrains her own breath until it is almost nothing.

He knelt quietly and sat half a step behind Gu Qingfeng, watching his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.

After a cup of tea, the storyteller was full of people, and the jokes he told won applause.

The emperor cast his eyes on the stage leisurely, and suddenly said: "Good job."