"Whenever someone tried to dissuade him, he would say, 'This way, she can no longer seduce men.' Although his methods were cruel, many women whose husbands were seduced by brothel girls were very grateful to him for his fairness."
Ji Liyou listened for a while and felt a chill in his back. Is this really a good official who eliminates harm for the people
Ji Liyou didn't sleep peacefully that night. The next morning, he woke up very early. It was raining heavily outside, splashing light dust on the roadside. He didn't like dry weather, but when he was afraid in his heart, the moisture was often there. Along with the darkness and filth, he completely lost his sleepiness.
If he had known better, he would not have followed Old Man Wen to such a ghost place. He sighed, staying at Sanqi Teahouse and eating the horseshoe cake made by Master Ying, isn't it a hundred times better than this
Coming down from upstairs, few guests in the hotel got up. It was dark and it was not yet bright. He saw a man clasping his hands together, resting his forehead on the closed fingertips, lowering his head and silently reciting something.
Ji Liyou said nothing and listened to his prayer quietly on the wooden ladder.
What he said sounded like nonsense, but Ji Liyou couldn't understand what he meant. As he listened, the man seemed to notice his stop and turned his eyes to him.
Ji Liyou hasn't walked down the stairs yet. He lowered his head from top to bottom, so he didn't see his face. At this time, he raised his head and met Ji Liyou's eyes.
His eyes are very strange.
At first glance, his eyes were black, but upon closer inspection, he turned out to be dark green. The rain stopped, and a ray of morning light shone in from the sky. His dark green eyes were faint and transparent, as clean as a puddle of clear water.
"Are you a monk who has returned to secular life?" Ji Liyou asked.
"No, just a divination master."
"Donghu people?"
"The man who lost Wei."
Ji Liyou smiled and said, "It's interesting that Shiwei people never admit that they are Donghu people."
"What's your name?" he asked Ji Liyou.
"Ji Liang, whose name is Liyou."
"I'm here at Weilang."
"Brother Wei." Ji Liyou said as a scholar.
"Brother Ji."
Someone upstairs was leaning alone against the pillar, watching the two people downstairs muttering. He put down the fan in his hand and tapped the wooden handrail lightly. The boy upstairs looked up in response, "Are you awake?"
He came down and walked over to them.
Ji Liyou introduced him to Wei Lang, "Brother Wei, this is... me..."
"He is my master." He finally concluded. After all, he had given him some pointers on kung fu and poetry, and it was not an exaggeration to call him master, but he always felt that he was at a loss.
"I don't know your last name?"
The storyteller simply walked away without answering his words.
As usual, Ji Liyou apologized for him, "I am a master and don't let strangers enter. There is something here..." He pointed at the back of the storyteller's head as he walked away.
Wei Lang seemed to understand and nodded.
Without saying a few words, just as the storyteller was about to walk out of the hotel, Ji Liyou was stopped by the waiter from last night, "Young Master, you gave me a lot of reward yesterday. This is what I want to repay you with. "
Ji Liyou said no, "I don't like to eat fermented glutinous rice dumplings."
Besides, his drinking capacity is only three drops, not three liang, but three drops. Jiuyi's fans all know this.
Really annoyed by being stopped by him, Ji Liyou was about to take the rice dumplings and took a sip to deal with him.
Wei Lang didn't know who he saw outside the door at this time. He stepped forward to speak, and happened to spill the bowl of rice dumplings with fermented glutinous rice. The round balls fell to the ground, revealing the black sesame filling.
Ji Liyou spread his hands and said, "Come on, make me another bowl later. I'm in a hurry to get out now."
He hurriedly stepped forward and left the hotel. Fortunately, the storyteller was not far away yet.
"Old man Wen?" Ji Liyou called him softly.
"What?" He yawned, as if he didn't get a good rest last night.
Ji Liyou looked around, walked closer and said, "I think you should leave this noisy matter alone."
The storyteller asked, "Did you find anything interesting?"
Ji Liyou shook his head and said, "This is not interesting, not at all."
"What did you find out last night?" he asked.
"You know I'm asking about Mr. Zhu's family?"
"When has your little Jiujiu been able to hide this from me?"
After hesitating for a moment, Ji Liyou finally said what was in his heart, "I think Mr. Zhu deserves to die."
Seeing his serious and cautious expression, the storyteller suppressed a smile and said, "Why?"
"Last night, I heard that Zhu Shuo once beat a fan girl to death. The reason was that the fan girl ran away from the brothel and was caught by the turtle men on the way. They took her back to the brothel. During the struggle, one of the fans was with her. The man who was my mother's best friend said that he would come to redeem her body. The people in the brothel raised the price and insisted on three hundred taels of gold. But for ordinary pink girls, even if they are slightly beautiful, one hundred gold is enough. This pink girl was very angry. , grabbed the scissors and was about to commit suicide, the people in the brothel were afraid that she would die and they couldn’t even get twenty gold, so they stepped forward and grabbed the scissors.”
The storyteller seemed to be listening but not listening, "Well, what happens next?"
"What else could there be? Then, this pink lady accidentally killed one of the Turtle Gongs. It stands to reason that both Turtle Gong and Pink Lady were in low status. If they accidentally killed someone, they would be exiled at most. Besides, the people in the brothel were watching, She didn't mean to kill Mr. Turtle, but Mr. Turtle himself had no eyesight and insisted on hitting the knife edge. Fen Niang was taken to Honglu County Yamen, and it was Mr. Zhu who was interrogating the case. Zhu Shuo couldn't help but beat the Fen Niang alive. He died and drained her blood. Didn't he say that there was a man who wanted to redeem Fen Niang's life? In the end, Zhu Shuo actually sentenced this man to be guilty of the same crime as Fen Niang. After Fen Niang died, Mr. Zhu asked someone to use her blood to anoint her. That man's face was said to be... so shameless that he was stained with dirty blood and would never be able to clean it off for the rest of his life. The man would be angry to death in a few days."
Seeing the storyteller playing with a string of beads on the street, Ji Liyou frowned, "Did you listen to me?"
"Listen, don't you just want to say that Zhu Shuo is not a good thing?"
"Although he is not corrupt or bribery, and he has never preyed on the common people, but... I always feel cold behind me. Don't worry about this kind of person. He deserves to die." Ji Liyou muttered in a low voice.
The storyteller lowered his eyes and stared at him, "Do you know whether these things are true or false?"
"I... don't know, I heard it from the waiter."
The storyteller nodded, "Did he tell you that Zhu Shuo once took a concubine and was also a fan girl?"
"Really?"
"Later, the concubine died for no reason. According to outsiders, she had a back problem that was difficult to recover from. However, some people said that it was Fen Niang who competed with Madam Zhu for favor, and she was pushed into the well by Madam Zhu and drowned."
"What?!" Ji Liyou was trembling, "The Zhu family are really a bunch of lunatics."
The storyteller leaned over and put down the string of green beads, then picked up a string of sandalwood beads and looked at them.
Ji Liyou glanced at it, "Although the green one is not the best jadeite, I think the water color is not bad. If you like it, just play with it. These sandalwood beads..." He approached the storyteller's hand and sniffed it. Sniffing, he shook his head and said, "It's fake. It's just dyed and worn."
He nodded and collected the string of sandalwood beads.
(End of chapter)