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Hearing the word teahouse, Yan Qitong couldn't help becoming a little interested. You must know that when communication was not developed, places like teahouses were equivalent to rumor distribution centers, and they could also be called the residence of storytellers.

The teahouse that Sangzi took her to stood at the end of the street, basically in a semi-curved shape.At the door of the store, there was a waiter with a cloth towel in his hand to greet them warmly. When he saw the two women coming, he went forward and invited them in.

The teahouse is divided into two floors. Sang Zi went upstairs and found a place facing the street to sit down. He ordered a pot of tea and two plates of snacks. After Xiaoer left, he said to Yan Qitong: "You can take it easy, here It's quieter."

The second floor is indeed relatively quiet. Although there are a few tables of guests, they are all whispering.The downstairs we passed just now was not the case, there were quite a few people resting their feet, and it was very lively.Moreover, there was a storyteller who occupied a table and put on a posture, as if he was about to start.It's a pity that Sangzi didn't look sideways, and just dragged her upstairs.

Take off the hood, and the vision is better. Open the window and look into the distance. The long houses on the side of the street have eaves and angles, and the layers of blue tiles are like fish scales in black and white ink paintings in the sun, vivid and comfortable.In this world without high-rise buildings, it seems that even the clouds flow and change faster, and the sky seems farther away.Looking far away, for a moment, Yan Qitong was like an old monk in meditation, as if he had been sitting for ten or a hundred years, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already a white cloud.

Sang Zi leaned her elbows and watched Yan Qitong's expression change from chaotic to peaceful and profound. She pursed her lips lightly, her lips were bright red, and there seemed to be a shallow cheek pocket at the corner of her lips, she didn't know what to hold.Sangzi looked at it, and remembered what the master said when he had lunch with him at noon.

She was the one who started the conversation. The master said that Yan Qitong could not cure her disease, even if he couldn't, it could relieve her pain. She wanted to know why.

Cao Xiuchun then replied to her: "That day, I only saw that she couldn't save you, and I was disappointed for a while, but I didn't take a closer look. Hearing what you said, she must have something special about you. Why don't you bring her into the Come here, let me take a look."

Sangzi naturally agreed, and briefly explained Yan Qitong's life and affairs.

Cao Xiuchun was stunned when he heard that the woman was actually the daughter-in-law of Prime Minister Yan. He didn't expect that there was such a layer in it.However, since what Sang Zi said was the person on the tablet many years ago, and no one knows that she is still alive, then there is nothing to be afraid of.

Hearing that Yan Qitong swallowed medicine to kill himself because of the scar on his face, Cao Xiuchun interrupted her and asked: "Teacher, do you think that when looking at a person, should you look at her appearance or her heart?"

Sang Zi smiled: "Appearance is important, but heart is even more rare."

"But some people would rather die than have a broken face. And if you are asked to change your appearance in order to survive, what do you think?"

Sang Zi originally wanted to defend Yan Qitong, but thought that after she was rescued, she had given up her heart and looked down on many things.But Sangzi still endured it, people who have never experienced it, let alone understand the meaning of it.Master can't bear this kind of person who wants to die at every turn, how can he listen patiently.She had no choice but to reply: "How to change? The appearance will not change, unless the whole person is changed. I know that there is a technique of seizing the body. If I die, I will take the life of others to resurrect the body."

Cao Xiuchun didn't know that Sangzi had friendship with Suming, so he was a little surprised for a while.Those two words that the national teachers kept hidden in their throats that day, it turned out that Sangzi knew about them.

This is God's will. Now that you know it, it's better to accept it.

"However," Sangzi said again, "this kind of thing is also detrimental to the yin and morality. If it were me, I would rather not live. Although life is important, people are mortal. What's the point of using someone else's body?"

Cao Xiuchun smiled faintly.He didn't have any scruples about taking a life that shouldn't have been. When Sangzi was about to die, I'm afraid she would know what it means to be an ant stealing a life. At that time, if she opened her eyes again, if she was still in this world, if her soul Or herself, that's a wonderful thing.What is there to worry about such extraneous things as skins.

But he didn't ask any more, but carefully asked her about her income on the mountain in the past few years.

When the waiter in the teahouse served tea, the two of them came to their senses.

Yan Qitong blinked hard a few times, his eyelids were dry.Bow your head from the vast world outside, your eyes are full of a cup of fragrant tea.The tea bowl is only the size of a palm, but it is also the whole world of tea.And where is her world?

Sangzi stretched his neck and probed, Yan Qitong raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I thought there were flowers blooming in your bowl, which made you look closely." Sangzi said, and took a sip of tea with a smile.

Yan Qitong responded, "That's not as good-looking as the flower on your head."

Sangzi put down the tea bowl, reached out and touched the top of his head: "I didn't bring any flowers."

"It was on the mountain, Shaoyao, did you forget?" Yan Qitong still wanted to laugh when he thought about it, "And it bloomed on your head."

"Oh," Sangzi nodded, and said gently, "That's because I know you can help me deal with the serious illness, so I'm happy."

Yan Qitong was stunned, it turned out that she was secretly having fun, but she couldn't tell that she was having fun at all.With such a master, Sangzi must have had a miserable childhood.

Sang Zi didn't know that he had turned into the word pity in Yan Qitong's mind, so he just picked up food and said: "You are very close to the Qiu family, why don't you go and ask if they want to learn from the backpack you made? Go." She felt that was more practical.

Yan Qitong shook his head hastily, those things just now are unavoidable, how could he post them upside down to cause trouble.

"Forget it, it's unique." Sangzi thought about it for a while, and was very happy.

"That's easy to do." Yan Qitong said helplessly.

"At least it's unique from your hand," Sang Zi smiled, "I've never seen the embroidery method of Zhimei."

Yan Qitong took a deep breath, trying not to blush, it was shy.As far as the mechanical cross-stitch technique is concerned, in front of the embroidery on the silk and satin that I saw in Qiu Ying's shop just now, it is really not worthy of carrying shoes.She had no choice but to change the topic again, and glanced at the entrance of the corridor with great interest: "I don't know what the storyteller below is talking about."

"You haven't heard of it?" Sang Zi asked, thinking that she must have never heard of it, why would Yan Ziliang let her go to such a chaotic place.So Sangzi got up, put on the veil and hat for her, tied the rope and said, "Go and listen, there is nothing that does not go to their mouths when you go up to the court or down to the village."

But after going downstairs, Yan Qitong regretted it.

If you ask Hongguo what is the biggest thing that happened after entering the year, there are only two, and both of them are related to the current prime minister's family.One is that the legendary "stunning beauty" is finally going to enter the palace to be her princess; the other is that the princess who just climbed the branch suddenly fell, and the streamer turned into a shooting star.

Therefore, no matter which tavern or tea shop it is, no matter where the rivers and lakes storytellers come from, they can vividly tell the story of the past and the present, as if they had experienced it personally.

When Yan Qitong and the others came in just now, they were actually talking for a while, and it happened that she was absent-minded at the time, so she didn't pay attention to the focus of the discussion at each table.

As soon as I went downstairs, I heard the storyteller slap Xingmu, and said in an eloquent voice: "I saw that Miss Qi Tong held Miss Liu Guang's hand tightly, and said with a sob: 'Sister, sister is dying now, I can't see what my sister Feng Guanxia will look like in the future. I just ask my sister to remember that we were both born in the same year and the same day, and we are both daughters of the Yan family. Since we are one, your wealth is already my sister's wealth, so my sister is in this life. There is no regret.'" The storyteller wiped the corners of his eyes, rounded his eyes and said: "I saw that Miss Liuguang was lying on the side of Miss Qitong's sick bed, crying to death. Those tears are really pearls and grains of gold. , slipped from those eyes, and wept three times when she fell to the ground. This scene moved others to the extreme, and they wished to die for Miss Qi Tong, so as to fulfill the sisterhood."

Yan Qitong stood by the stairs, holding on to the handrail, his teeth were cold.The storyteller's arrangement completely ran counter to the facts. At that time, the incident was a fake death, so how could there be such a vivid parting before the sick bed.

And the more touching the arrangement, the more chilling Yan Qitong felt.There is no impenetrable wall in the world. Things that can be hidden for five or ten years will eventually be exposed one day.At that time, how will she be reviled as a person who is sympathized and pitied by others?

Although she knew from Baoqiao what the owner of her body had done, but because she had been immersed in the fact that her soul had passed through, she didn't think about commenting on those things.Now it is also known from Sangzi that at least Yan Liuguang's disfigurement only came from Yan Ziliang's regular wife, and his identity as a daughter did not participate, so she can't be bad at all.So she never disliked her identity before and after, at most she was troubled by the trouble caused by her appearance.

But she thought that if one day, she would be pointed at her nose and scolded at her with this identity, she would feel uncomfortable at all.I have used this body, and the owner of this body has disappeared or is homeless. Thinking about it makes me feel cold and pity.Since I have unintentionally become the dove occupying the magpie's nest, don't I have to take some responsibility to feel better.

At this time, I hope that Prime Minister Yan and the so-called empress can join hands to keep the matter hidden.Until one day, everyone forgot that there was Yan Liuguang and Yan Qitong.

From the moment Yan Qitong grasped the armrest until her fingertips turned white, Sang Zi knew how disturbed she was.She thought for a while, then took Yan Qitong upstairs, and called the waiter, and gave some instructions.

After a while, the waiter brought the storyteller up.

With a smile on his face, the man cupped his hands towards Sangzi and said, "I heard that the two young ladies asked the villain to come up, what's the matter?"

Sangzi said gently: "I just heard you speak very well, and there are secrets everywhere. I was curious, so I came to ask." She casually put some broken silver on the corner of the table, "Your reward."

The storyteller immediately bent down to collect the broken silver, and smiled so much that his eyes turned into gleams: "Miss knows things very well. What the villain said is definitely the truth, children are not deceived."

"I'm willing to believe you." Sang Zi said softly, "But I don't know where you know those things. It's a bit different from what I heard from the side, so I have doubts. You also know that the family of Prime Minister Yan The mouths of the people are very tight, and no one has found out any news about the Crown Princess for many years, isn't it a miracle."

"Yeah, I've been curious too." The storyteller lowered his body, looked around, and said in a low voice, "A few days ago I picked up a good book in a bookstore at the head of the city. , the book is also the story of the two sisters. I think it is quite similar to the story of the Yan family's Shuangshu. Maybe the insider didn't dare to tell the whole story, so they used his name. But since I found it, how can I enjoy it alone. Hey, don't tell me," the storyteller said triumphantly, "There are quite a few people who came to this teahouse for me. This is the second time I've said it again."

Sangzi smiled and pushed another ingot of enough silver, and after a few words, he took the book that the storyteller was talking about.