The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty Chapter 30: This is embarrassing

It was said to send Zheng Ling back, but in fact the main purpose was to prevent him from escaping. It was obvious that this student was definitely not a good student.

Yun Yanhui sent him to the gate of the academy, wanting to see him enter. Zheng Ling took his hand reluctantly, "Your mother made something for me, you come to me, and I will say hello to the gatekeeper."

"Come in, you!" Yun Yan pushed him back, "Be careful of your brain, don't be beaten again."

He hesitated for a while, but still said to Zheng Ling: "If someone bullies you, you should condemn people to come to Daxiangguo Temple to find me."

Zheng Ling looked at him eagerly.

Yunyan replied: "Cough, it's fine to put on a sack."

Zheng Ling instantly thought of Zhou Huilin, the victim of the sack, and then he was implicated, so his expression was very strange and mixed with various emotions.

After the two separated, Zheng Ling entered the academy and was immediately found by his book boy, who burst into tears.

"What's the matter, why are you crying?"

Shutong choked up and said, "Alang suddenly came to the academy this morning, but he couldn't find you, so the master found your classmates, and then he knew that you lost the fight..."

How could Zheng Ling think of such a coincidence, and said depressedly: "Is my father still in the academy?"

"Here, I sent people to Kaifeng Mansion and asked them to help find you." Shutong cried, "The little ones have been beaten..."

"Stop crying, I'm so annoying." Zheng Ling ran into the academy in a hurry.

……

Dad Zheng Ling slapped Zheng Ling's buttocks. He wanted to be angry. If it wasn't for the injury on his head, he would slap him on the head, "You little bastard!"

"Dad, don't beat me first!" Zheng Ling shouted, "Don't you want to know where I was last night?"

Father Zheng Ling was stunned for a moment and shouted, "I don't want to!!"

Zheng Ling did not expect that his father would not follow the routine, so he hurriedly shouted: "I am in the Daxiangguo Temple!"

Father Zheng Ling turned a deaf ear and pressed him to his lap. What's so strange about Daxiangguo Temple? There is the center of Bianliang.

Zheng Ling shouted again: "I was rescued by a younger brother who looked very much like me, and his mother looks very much like me!"

When Zheng Ling heard this, he paused for a while, then continued to raise his palms to beat him, "Go ahead."

Zheng Ling burst into tears, "My head is broken, you still beat me... Dad, do you think that is my aunt? Why does she live in such a place? I saw her Kesi has been woven, it is clearly the technique of our female family!" And it is impossible for non-native families to do it, because it is the craft that his great-grandmother inherited from her parents' family.

Father Zheng Ling stopped and frowned, "Shut up!"

"I won't shut up. Tell me, what's wrong with my aunt? Why have I never heard of her existence? She's so sad!" Zheng Ling screamed, originally because of Zheng Ping's evasive attitude, he also I can't be sure, but I said that I was trying to divert attention before, but I actually cheated, so I simply continued to cheat.

"Just talk nonsense," Zheng Ling said coldly. "Where did you get your aunt from outside? It's not your aunt at all!"

……

After Yunyan sent the people back, she spread out the paper and started writing the book. The writing and rewriting ended in the evening, and a prototype came out. The next day, I drew a sentence again, and sent it to the monk for rehearsal.

Hui Chong was surprised when he saw that there was a new book, "Didn't you say you have to wait until you have a new story?"

"Don't mention it, something happened." Yun Yan returned her face and said, "The people from Zhangshan built a bridge a few days ago, and we know that our master is very serious. There are two leaders crying and calling to marry him. !”

Hui Chong: "..."

Yunyan replied: "It's all because of the stories you told on weekdays. The ladies thought it was the real thing, but they didn't believe it was a story, so they became fascinated."

Hui Chong said jealously, "Why didn't such a good thing happen to me?"

Yunyan looked back at him with a half-smile but not a smile.

Hui Chong was afraid that he would complain, so he quickly said seriously: "Just kidding, I am dedicated to Buddha..."

Hui Chong sometimes thinks that it's no wonder that Master likes Yan Ge'er. In this entire Daxiangguo Temple, when it comes to being the most qualified monk, Yan Ge'er is definitely among the best, but it's just not shaved. Sometimes when I discuss with Brother Yan about the Buddhist verses and Buddhist principles to be used in the story, Huichong feels ashamed. After so many years of study, he is not as good as a yellow-haired child. If Brother Yan came to be a monk, would there be a place for him to recite sutras?

Yunyan replied: "This story is going to be rehearsed by the brothers, and it will be released in a few days."

"It's natural, otherwise, this matter would be fragrant to say, but spreading it out would harm Master's reputation." Hui Chong also understood the deep meaning of Yun Yanhui's rushing, although he was not afraid of shadows, the people They all like to watch the fun, otherwise they wouldn't be able to refute all kinds of rumors. Some people think that he is really a person who has nothing to do and even **** every day.

Yun Yan's return to this new book actually started from this aspect. He simply described the stories of all kinds of disillusionment after the elegant young lady and her idol were together. The final result was completely different, and it was discovered that the sweetheart was just a layman, with various emotions and desires, and wanted to eat and drink.

On the surface, it's funny, but deeper down, I hope that people who hear the story can wake up. As for how others understand that everything is illusory, it doesn't matter. equal sign.

It's not a very long story. On the day of the appointment with Zhou Renai, the layman also rehearsed it, and hang it out to talk about a new book today.

Zhou Renai took his daughters to Wazili to listen, and Zhang Shanren also followed.

The story is very attractive at the beginning. The woman lives with her idol. The first few things can be said to be interesting, making them very engaged and smiling, but then it is thought-provoking. , thought of himself.

Especially at the end, the monks also seem to stress unintentionally that the story is just a story, not based on real events, and any resemblance is purely coincidental. It made them think, is it really just the person in the story that they fell in love with?

Zhang Shanren also smiled when he heard it, and went backstage to look for Yun Yan to return after the end.

"How is it, are my eldest nieces awake yet?" Yun Yanhui was ready. If one story couldn't work, another story would be added. If it didn't work, he had to take them to peep and spit.

"Looks like he's awake." Zhang Shanren smiled at him, "It's just your story, aren't you robbing me for business?"

Just because there is more amusing in this story, there is not so much "Zen" involved. In the past, Yun Yanhui was controlling the proportion, but this time, because of the purpose, he didn't care so much. The uninitiated watching the excitement, the expert watching the doorway, Zhang Shanren can see it at once.

In fact, in the original history, in the later period of the scriptures, the main part was the scriptures. This is the choice of the market, and the public prefers to listen to the scriptures. Now everyone feels it is fresh, but after the freshness passes, gradually, they will feel that the sermons with colors are more in line with their tastes.

Artificially enhancing the fun of sermons and controlling the proportion of sermons can only delay the arrival of this day. After a few years, Yun Yanhui was no longer in control. And on that day, the real competition between monks and speaking artists will come.

Zhang Shanren may not have foreseen this ending, but he is keenly aware of it, and he can also tell this story.

Yunyan looked back to see that no one noticed, and bowed to Zhang Shanren, "Brother, just spare me."

"You use this way, change it, change a few stories and send it to me." Zhang Shanren said with a smile.

"But you're not in this way at all!" Yun Yan replied that although Zhang Shanren was joking, he mainly satirized current events, and this one was obviously more silly and sweet.

Zhang Shanren said, "I still have disciples... You can't just take care of your niece and not your nephew, can you?"

When it comes to those nephews who can be his father, Yun Yan has a headache, "Okay okay, I was wrong, I'll change it."

The core of the story is there, pick the head to the tail and pinch off the Buddha's theory, and you can make a series of stories. Zhang Shan’s people are still considerate. Now some people change it without saying hello. Anyway, they can insist that they are their own children. Of course, such unruly people are spurned by the industry.

Yunyan had just finished talking to Zhang Shanren when Zhao Yunchu appeared over there.

The child entered the backstage and ran back towards Yun Yan, "Brother Yan."

Yunyan looked back and saw that the tip of his nose was sweating, and pressed him down, "Have some tea."

Zhao Yunchu obediently poured a cup of tea, "Brother Yan, what you asked me to inquire about..."

"Wait." Yun Yan pressed his shoulder back.

Zhang Shanren is an old man after all, he laughed, "I'm going to see Renai." Then he turned and walked out of the backstage.

Yunyan asked, "How is it?"

Although he has already seen Zheng Ling again, because of Zheng Ping's attitude, it is really difficult to touch Zheng Ling's bottom.

Zhao Yunchu said: "That Zheng Ling is like this. His family has been an official for several generations. His grandfather Zheng Li is a Hanlin bachelor, and he is also a judge of the court. His father Zheng Xun..."

"Wait," Yun Yanhui suddenly felt wrong, spelling? "Which one, which one?"

Zhao Yunchu said blankly: "Yan Chuanxun, what's wrong with that scorpion that starts with cursive?"

Yun Yan's face went blank for a moment: "...What the hell?"

Zhao Yunchu: "??"

Although in ancient times not all women were able to name names according to their family names, Zheng Ling's father's name taught, from the side of words, Zheng Ling's grandfather's name was cursive. If Zheng Ping was Zheng Ling's aunt, it would be impossible. Name it that way!

Obviously, Zheng Ping could only be Zheng Ling's grandfather's sister...

The corners of Yunyan's mouth twitched back, thinking of Zheng Ling's words. Seriously, if it weren't for Zheng Ling's words "I treat you as my own younger brother", he would not have felt so much thunder at this moment.

This is embarrassing, you want to treat me as a younger brother, but I am your cousin...