The story of a storyteller and a negative man.

It's a very simple story, and it's bloody.

A handsome prince who was frustrated and forced to kill his wife with his own hands, on the way to northern Xinjiang, met a storyteller whose father had just died, wandered around, and had no relatives and no reason, and naturally some stories would happen.

Then the prince took the storyteller to the northernmost Tianmen Pass in Great Xia, where it was very cold, and there were many more nights than days, and it was not a treacherous place that ordinary people could survive in at all, but he thought that he had met the storyteller who he relied on in this life, and he did his best to serve the life and living of the prince.

At that time, the snow tribes on the snowy plains of the extreme north were not at peace, and often went south to do some robbery tricks, so the prince who was ordered to guard the northern frontier had to lead troops to go out every once in a while, and this time it was often a few months.

In the long wait, the biting cold wind in the north often blew the pretty face of the storyteller standing at the gate of the palace and looking at it from afar, and the snowflakes flying in the sky all the year round often dyed all the green silk on her head, but she didn't care.

Because every time at the gate of the palace, looking at the prince wearing blood armor and returning from killing the enemy, the girl will feel that this is the hero of the world in the story when she used to tell the story.

"Everyone likes heroes of the world, and every girl in the boudoir will more or less fantasize about the person she likes, riding a white horse, wearing armor, and coming to meet her with an army full of iron and blood. ”

In the extremely quiet lobby of the mountain restaurant, the voice from the storyteller shopkeeper faintly lingered in everyone's ears, although this sentence did not have much emotional fluctuations, but for some reason, in the entire lobby, the rugged Orion men were touched by the heartstrings.

It is true that wearing armor, going into battle to kill the enemy, and making immortal achievements are also the dreams of every Daxia man.

Then on the storytelling platform in the courtyard of the lobby, the storytelling voice with a faint sigh continued to sound:

"However, in this long history, not everyone is the Empress Dowager Xiuyu, and there is only one of our Majesty Taizu, who stretches for 800 miles to welcome relatives, and the prosperous feat of people from all over the world gathering in the middle of the road, it is extremely rare to be able to come out once in 10,000 years, and there are always more sad people in this world. ”

Speaking of this, the voice on the storytelling table suddenly stopped, and after a pause of nearly ten breaths, a voice with a little sadness and hatred came out:

"The storyteller always thinks that the prince likes her.

Because every time she returns from an expedition, the latter's scarlet, murderous eyes, when looking at herself, will gradually disappear from the extremely strong aura, because every time the storyteller cooks a meal, the prince will eat it all without any leftovers.

"It was also because one day, the prince took her to the city wall south of Tianmen Pass, pointed to a large white land under the heavy snow in front of her, and asked her softly, saying that the imperial court wanted to build a prosperous city on it, and then asked her what she wanted.

The storyteller looked away, signaling that she just wanted to stay by his side. ”

At this point in the story, the hunters in the lobby of the entire restaurant have changed their faces slightly and their expressions are complicated, although before this, they can often hear trivial anecdotes about the old King Bei'an in the mouth of the shopkeeper, but today's story is particularly different.

Everyone knows that this may be the story of the storyteller of this restaurant, and it is obviously a tragic ending.

Sure enough, the words that continued to come out of the patio below turned into a long and mournful voice, like a cry:

The turning point of the matter occurred in the afternoon when the snow dissipated, a figure with a blurred face came from outside the Tianmen Pass, the world called it the Ice Plain Female Saint, the female saint came to the towering city wall, the prince jumped down from the city wall, the two confronted each other for a long time, the female saint dressed softly and talked about peace, the situation in the north was completely stable, and the whole country celebrated.

With the stabilization of the situation in the north, the southern city is about to start construction, but the prince's temperament has changed suddenly, he has been nostalgic for the land of fireworks all day long, surrounded by warblers and swallows all day long, and the previous appearance is like two people, but on the other side, the storyteller heard more than once that the prince who controlled the thunder and was fearless and fearless in the dead of night room, howling and crying.

He was crying in the room, and the storyteller was crying outside. ”

Because the storyteller knows that his heart is very bitter, and he doesn't love her, and he can't be affectionate for a long time, even if she has taken care of him for a long, long time, but the latter still needs to find pleasure to be paralyzed. ”

After these words fell, everyone in the lobby of the restaurant suddenly had a commotion, and the already upright hunters looked angry, raised their wine glasses indignantly, drank them all, and then scolded in a low voice:

"What a negative man. ”

"Yes, he's a bad guy. ”

The voice of the storyteller below sounded, but perhaps the figure hidden behind the curtain was not discovered, and before she knew it, she had replaced the word prince with him, and then with the swaying of the light on the storyteller on the patio, the woman's voice once again came to everyone's ears:

Later, the storyteller went to the prince and told him that he was about to leave the palace, but the prince did not keep it, but sent a restaurant to her in Nancheng, and according to the storyteller's request, he personally carried the plaque.

Since then, the storyteller has changed back into a storyteller, and she has picked up the old business she used to rely on to make a living, but the prince is no longer the prince she once knew, and her life is even more extravagant.

Perhaps there is still affection and fantasy in her heart, the storyteller did not leave Tianmen Pass and went south to the Central Plains, but she had hatred in her heart, so she publicized the absurd things of the old prince in the restaurant, and let it become the talk of everyone in the whole world after tea and dinner. ”

At the same time, the story of the storyteller and the prince has come to an end, but the diners are still full of sighs.

"It's really as Jiang Yue said, this is really a love debt that spans a long time, no wonder the entire Bei'an Wangfu has allowed this mountain restaurant to exist for so many years, and also let the entire deeds of the old prince spread throughout Daxia, and maybe this is also the meaning of the old prince himself. ”

On the table next to the patio, Sima Annan's low voice sounded, and then Jiang Yue, who had been tense since he got up, slowly relaxed his whole body, closed his eyes, and responded softly:

"In fact, for the old man, he doesn't care about the reputation of the entire Great Xia, and I hope that he will go away without regrets before he dies. ”