Li Haitang never knew that listening to books could be so addictive. When I think of taking a taxi in modern times, drivers can always find their favorite channels. The old man walking on the road habitually walks around with a radio in his pocket, and the radio always has that familiar sound.

She didn't pay much attention to these things. Unexpectedly, she came to the teahouse to escape the summer heat and immediately became addicted to it as soon as she heard about it.

Li Haitang still can't appreciate opera singing, babbling, talking and singing, but storytelling means telling stories, which is quite straightforward.

The skill of a storyteller depends on whether he can arouse the emotions of the audience. Coming to the teahouse to escape the heat on a hot day and telling various murderous cases can indeed make people feel a chill on their backs and automatically cool them down.

"One more, let's talk about one more?"

The people below had just reacted to the bizarre murder of the village chief's family, and began to cheer and reward, hoping that the storyteller would tell more stories.

Coincidentally, these stories are adapted from real events and processed by storytellers to create a tense atmosphere that makes people deeply involved.

"Bean buns, eat cakes."

The waiter brought out fluffy rice cakes, and Li Haitang fed his son. Then he stared at the audience intently, his ears perked up, fearing that he would not hear the beginning of the story and miss something.

When Xiao Lingchuan returned to the inn, he couldn't find his wife. He asked the inn clerk and found out that she had come to the teahouse to escape the summer heat, so he hurriedly followed her.

No matter how the carriage was modified, it would inevitably be bumpy and airtight. He also planned to change the time in the future, rest around noon to avoid the heat, wait for the sun to turn west, and then hurry up before it gets dark to catch up on the journey.

Starting from Beidi, we have almost completed more than half of the journey, and we are getting closer and closer to Kyoto.

As soon as Xiao Lingchuan entered, Li Haitang waved to him quickly, "Husband, here!"

Xiao Lingchuan nodded, first went around to the clean room at the back and scrubbed his face, then walked to the window and looked down.

"The story we met in Yangshu Village has been made into a story by storytellers in just three days. I just listened to one."

These jokes are limited. It is said in a cycle that she may be lucky and just catch up with the storyteller to introduce new ones.

Xiao Lingchuan nodded, poured a cup of tea, and sat across from his wife, "Does it sound so good?"

"Of course, talking about the murder today can make people cool down unconsciously."

Li Haitang took a sip of tea and squinted her eyes. Especially after the savage husband came in, the temperature dropped a little. She had not felt so comfortable for a long time.

Sitting lazily on the wicker chair, she wished she could take the storyteller on the road and tell stories at any time to relieve her boredom.

After about a quarter of an hour, the storyteller took a break and walked up to the high platform again. The audience was quiet again, and everyone shut up in unison.

"The case I'm talking about today is also true. It comes from Songhe Academy in Kyoto."

As soon as the storyteller said his first sentence, the bottom immediately exploded. Although they did not study, they also knew that there were several famous academies in Kyoto, and Songhe Academy was one of them.

Because the magistrate of their Yucheng city was a student of Songhe Academy. Later, he was named on the gold medal list and achieved a neither high nor low position.

"Songhe Academy can still produce cases? They are all scholars!"

"That's right, a scholar, gentle and thin, can't even catch a chicken, but can kill people?"

There were doubts in the audience, and it was obvious that their attention was attracted.

The storyteller curled his lips and was not angry when faced with the doubts. He smiled and said, "Not only did he kill people, he also cut the body into several pieces and threw the body everywhere!"

Killing people and mutilating corpses, how cruel is that?

The deceased is a great person, so even if there is great resentment, the integrity of the body should not be destroyed. Everyone thought that smashing the fool's lower body like the lady of Yangshu Village was cruel enough.

This time, no one said anything, waiting to hear what was going on.

Li Haitang couldn't help but feel a little attracted to Songhe Academy. Ji Qiu's wine shop was on a nearby street. She planned to open a food shop to use her skills to make some money.

The money obtained from the bandits is enough to purchase the surrounding stores. If you want to make a big one, you can also start a takeout service.

Maybe wealthy families have maids and servants to run errands and buy things, but scholars are different. In the academies, at most they are allowed to bring a boy with them. In some academies, you can only enter by yourself.

The case of Songhe Academy is also bizarre enough.

"There is a scholar named Yang Xu who lives in the North. He is the only son. His parents followed him to settle in Kyoto, and they live in a private house not far from Songhe Academy..."

The storyteller introduced the protagonist, and Li Haitang said thoughtfully, "Yang Xu, the name seems a bit familiar."

She blinked, met the savage husband's eyes, stood up, and immediately opened her mouth, right? This man is Xiangli's engaged fiancé. He lives in the North. He is exactly the same. I hope he has the same name.

"Yang Xu is talented in reading. He was admitted as a scholar at a young age."

Very good, the same as the previous one.

Li Haitang rubbed his forehead, hoping for the first time that the storyteller would not be like squeezing out toothpaste, and it would be best to summarize what happened at once!

Let’s talk about Yang Xu first, so was Yang Xu the murderer, or was he the unlucky guy who was killed?

"Songhe Academy, three people per room, and Yang Xu lives with Chen Chun and Du Ruohe."

Chen Chun was also a scholar, but the difference was that his father was in the Salt Transportation Department of a certain city in the south. He was not a big official, but he was a very fat errand. Du Ruohe's family was even more impressive. The Du family was a high-ranking family in Kyoto, and Du Ruohe He is a single member of the family, the legitimate son of a high-ranking family in Kyoto.

"So, Yang Xu killed people because he had no money and had a grudge?"

Everyone hasn't heard the outline of the story yet, so they are speculating.

In Songhe Academy, most students do not stay in the dormitory. They will stay on the mountain only when it is cloudy, rainy, bad weather, or before the scientific examination.

"Yang Xu, Chen Chun, and Du Ruo are often together, so there will inevitably be some friction, but Yang Xu knows that his family background is inferior to others, and he is humble and has many classmates."

Li Haitang was anxious. He stood and walked around with his hands behind his back, wondering in his heart. Yang Xu became the protagonist, either killing people or being killed. No matter which point, it was extremely bad news for Xiangli.

Xiangli escaped from home and experienced twists and turns along the way. She relied on the thoughts in her heart to persist until now. Li Haitang felt that it was not easy for this girl.

"Madam, sit down and have a cup of tea."

Compared to Li Haitang, Xiao Lingchuan was more calm. He was not looking forward to the story the storyteller was about to tell. The reason was that he knew it in advance.

Xiangli followed a group of people on the road, and could still touch Doubao at any time. How could he feel relieved when someone like this just sent the Cui family? When he learned that Xiangli was looking for someone in Kyoto, he simply sent people to investigate. Naturally, he knew everything about Yang Xu's situation.

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