Storytelling desk in Xuanji Building.
It was completely different from the noisy appearance of the past few days.
Tonight, a small Western table and round stools were set up in front of the stage. There was a pastry and fruit plate on the table. It looked more like a decent storytelling academy.
But because of this, the number of people that can be accommodated under the stage has been greatly reduced. If it could have accommodated hundreds of people before, now it can only seat a hundred people at most.
However, the ticket price has been increased accordingly. The most important thing is that tonight's event is exclusively for women.
If it were the same as the way he dealt with those rough guys before, it would not look so elegant.
This is also what Qixia Town has always done.
Under the night, Zhao Yan sat on the high platform and talked.
After getting the receipt, he bought a few sets of pretty good clothes at a ready-to-wear store.
After replacing the tattered clothes and tidying up, he looked like a handsome young man.
There were about thirty square tables under the stage, with hundreds of women sitting there.
Although most of them are middle-aged, they all have their own differences in appearance and temperament.
If you look at it carefully, it can definitely be regarded as a picture of a hundred flowers blooming.
Except for Qing Qing, who was sitting in the front row, Zhao Yan didn't know these women, and he guessed that they were all the wives and daughters of a former hero in the town.
What puzzled him the most were the two women sitting in the third row.
One was wearing purple palace clothes and looked as cold as ice.
The other one was dressed in light pink. Although he had a cold temperament, when he looked at Zhao Yan, there was a hint of gentleness in his eyes.
Everyone else was listening carefully to the stories he told, but these two people were mostly observing him.
Zhao Yan wanted to ask, but since the story was still in progress, he had to wait until it was over before looking for the two of them alone.
He originally wanted to tell the story about the journey to the west again from the beginning tonight, but the girls in the audience said that they had already heard the monkey story outside and wanted to hear something else.
Zhao Yan had no choice but to retell the love stories he had told Wang Yuyan before.
So what he is telling now is the story of "Butterfly Lovers".
The touching plots made all the girls in the audience immersed in them. Only the pair of beautiful women were not focused on listening to the story.
"Sister, I didn't expect that King Qi is not only good at poetry, but also has a unique ability to tell stories."
"Huh, I don't like to hear this love."
The two women are the two palace masters of Yihua Palace.
Yao Yue, who has the body of a fairy and a devil, and Lian Xing, who is gentle and wise.
The outside world would never have imagined that after the Yihua Palace closed, the two palace masters would actually come to this secluded Qixia Town.
At this moment, he was sitting leisurely in the audience and listening to the storyteller.
"If the world is peaceful, living here seems to be a good choice."
Lianxing looked at Zhao Yan who was swaying freely on the stage, and said intentionally or unintentionally.
Yao Yue's face turned colder when she heard this, but it was not towards her sister.
"I used to think that Zhang Laodao was really lucky to be blessed by such luck."
"I never thought that he would have prevented a dozen years of disaster for Jianghu people..."
"I have always had no worries, but now I owe a favor to a dead man."
She closed her eyes to relax, but she was still in a bad mood.
Lianxing glanced at her sister and then looked away.
She knew that no more persuasion would help, and she could only solve this problem by herself.
Yao Yuesheng was arrogant and arrogant, and reached the celestial realm before the age of thirty.
In her heart, she always felt that it was Zhang Sanfeng who blocked her way, otherwise the land gods would be at their fingertips.
After finally waiting until Zhang Sanfeng's army was disbanded, she finally got her wish.
Only then did I realize that the land gods were just a threshold to face the cruelty of the world.
In order to prevent people behind the door from entering the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Sanfeng stood in front of the door for sixty years.
This truth opened a hole in Yao Yue's heart, making it difficult for her to accept it.
But Zhang Sanfeng was dead, so she couldn't find anyone to repay her kindness or revenge.
If she wants to get rid of this inner demon, she can only rely on herself.
Time passed quietly, and the storytelling soon came to an end.
"If you can't get married in life, you have to be a couple in death..."
"Two butterflies flew out of the grave and have been together since then, inseparable in life and death."
"Alas...as the saying goes..."
"Whether we live together or die together, we will walk together on the road to hell. They will turn into butterflies and dance gracefully, and their love will never be without mercy."
After reading a short poem, Zhao Yan put away the folding fan and lowered his head without saying a word.
He was not affected by the story, but the slight sobs from the women in the audience made him understand that it was not appropriate to raise his head now.
Few people were moved to tears by this tragic story. Even the clerks who originally went to collect tickets as soon as it was over forgot about this operation and rolled up their sleeves to wipe away their tears.
Zhao Min even cried so hard that she lay on the piano table. The girl played the piano a few times before giving up.
But she has earned enough these days to live comfortably for a long time.
That night, even the Western group in the outer corridor, who had always secretly had sex for free, had different expressions.
Xiao Qiushui's expression was stern, but his eyes were extremely soft.
He stood alone on the side of the verandah, looking at the bright stars in the sky without saying a word.
Although others didn't say it, they all knew that he was missing Tang Fang.
Butterfly Lovers can still be reunited as butterflies, but they are truly worlds apart.
Ding Peng stared at Qing Qing, who was wiping her tears with a handkerchief, with a gentle expression.
The same was true for Zhang Danfeng. Both of them felt that God had treated them well.
Only Bai Xiaosheng is puzzled...
"This Ma Wen is the son of the prefect. He is talented, knowledgeable and good-looking. Both of them have been appointed as matchmakers by their parents. It would be great if Zhu Yingtai marries him. Why bother?"
He spread his hands and felt that his suspicion was normal.
But he soon attracted the contempt of the three people.
"Bah, you soiled love!"
Xiao Qiushui glanced at him coldly and left in an instant, as if it was a shame to stand with such a person.
"Hmph, Bai Xiaosheng, please change his name to Goubuli!"
Ding Peng snorted coldly and followed Xiao Qiushui away.
"Zhang Zhang, did I say something wrong?"
Bai Xiaosheng looked puzzled.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Danfeng also took two steps away in disgust.
"Don't come over here, I can't stand your tackiness."
“……”
On high ground.
Zhao Yan listened to the cries in the audience gradually getting quieter, stood up appropriately and walked to the edge of the stage, clasped his fists and begged for mercy:
"Sisters, please don't cry. Your eyes will be swollen from crying. Tomorrow your husband will have to trouble my little brother."
Listening to his interesting tone, the women in the audience burst into tears and laughed, and they all complained shyly:
"Who asked my brother to tell such a touching story? If my sisters didn't cry, wouldn't they be hard-hearted?"
"Exactly, I hate that my sisters are crying so ugly, but I will talk about it happily tomorrow night."
"Don't worry, brother. They all have husbands, but my sister is alone in the empty house. No one will trouble you. If you are afraid, come to my sister's house tomorrow night and tell her alone."
"Bah, vixen! I live alone too! Come to my house and talk!"
While the audience was talking, the direction of the wind changed again, and Zhao Yan hurriedly took over.
"Thank you for your support, sisters. If I can make you cry, I can also make you laugh. I will tell you something pleasing tomorrow night."
"To express my apology, my little brother will cover all the expenses for tonight's event!"
He waved his hand, and the audience immediately cheered.
It's not that these women can't afford it, on the contrary, the numbers in their hands are definitely much larger than those of the men.
But this feeling of being liked and cared for is not easy to come by.
Zhao Min was bleeding from behind with heartache, and wanted to kill him with his crazy eyes.
"Glib tongue!"
"Big pervert!"
