The two of them returned to their own carriages, and the two groups formed a group, and then rushed to the Zongshan Villa. The imperial guards at the door were directly released without checking.

Entering Zongshan Villa, I drove along the winding path for about ten minutes, and finally stopped near a hill.

There is a small lake with a radius of more than ten acres at the foot of the hill.

It was evening at this time, and the sun was falling on the top of the mountain. The sun shone against the roof of the palace on the shore of the lake, and fell on the green hillside and the lake. The breeze blew the lake, and the ripples shone with golden light. The lake was surrounded by green trees and red flowers, and the mountains and rivers were connected to each other, and the scenery was pleasant and beautiful.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, Chen Xu was amazed. The royal family was indeed the royal family. Although the blue bricks and stone tiles around the buildings looked less elegant than the quiet and elegant bridges and flowing waters of later gardens, the buildings and mountains, rivers, flowers and plants also complemented each other and were naturally harmonious. The tranquility brought a sense of heaviness and nature, and another lingering smell.

At this time, not only he and Ying Shiman were there, but also a few girls in colorful groups, as well as a few beautiful and mature women. At this time, there were even people holding skirts barefoot and slinging in the shallow water on the shore to catch fish, shrimps and pick up shells.

"Fifth Sister, you are finally here!"

Not long after the carriage stopped, three girls in exquisite skirts ran over to say hello with laughter. However, when they saw Chen Xu coming out of the carriage, the three girls couldn't help but cover their mouths for a while, and then they went forward together to salute: "Gours to the Marquis of Qinghe!"

Chen Xu naturally did not dare to be arrogant, so he quickly saluted respectfully and said, "Chen Xu greeted the three princesses!"

"Hehe, we dare not accept the gift from the Queen Qinghe Marquis, otherwise the fifth sister would slap us on the butt when she returns!" The three girls quickly moved aside, and they all chattered at Chen Xu excitedly.

"Don't talk nonsense. I met Qinghe Hou at the door and invited him in to tell me a story!" Ying Shiman said angrily with a blushing face.

"Okay, OK, tell the story quickly!" The three princesses cheered and clapped together, and one of them also said, "I heard my father accidentally talk about the Legend of the White Snake was written by the Marquis of Qinghe. We have never heard of this story in full. Today, I would like to tell us a good story!"

Chen Xu had no choice but to find a flat grass and sit down. Ying Shiman and the three little princesses also sat around with interest, and began to listen to the Marquis telling this novel story full of mystery and weirdness.

While Chen Xu was telling the story, several concubines who were playing by the small lake also walked over curiously and stood not far away to listen. Then the palace maids who served, the eunuchs who accompanied him, the imperial guards who guarded the carriage were all surrounded and they were fascinated by listening and exclaiming from time to time. In the end, the circle became smaller and smaller, and they could only see the heads of the marquis who could no longer see them inside.

While Chen Xu was telling stories in Zongshan Villa, an old and a young man walked in the sunset on the Inn Street not far away.

The old man's hair was gray and dressed in a torn shirt. He was holding a bamboo stick in his hand and knocking on the ground. He was obviously a blind man.

Aside the old man was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, who was also wearing patched clothes, carrying a erhu on his back, and following along, helping the old man slowly move forward.

At this time, the Inn Street was even more lively, and all the government offices were dispersed. After some officials who frequented the place came to have enough food and drink, ride horses and carriages to play and entertain.

Although the old and young dressed up strangely, it did not arouse much interest from pedestrians. The main interest of those who came here to play was the beautiful ladies of the gardens on both sides. They drank, listened to singing and dance. When they were interested, they could hug and do something else. Therefore, after a look, they rushed into the gardens on both sides to find their own good friends.

The girl slowly walked to the center of the Inn Street with the blind old man, then found a relatively sparse and neglected place, and sat down on the street. The girl took off the erhu she was carrying and handed it to the old man. The old man groped and began to adjust the strings, squeaking and making a sound like a pig killing, which sounded very strange.

"Hey, what's this blind man doing?" Several people passing by immediately stopped to watch in a novel way.

"It seems to be an instrument?"

"It's a weird instrument, the sound is so harsh!"

"No, it seems that it is still being debugged. Silk string instruments such as string zither need to be debugged before playing, otherwise how to play the five notes?" The speaker obviously has some knowledge of the instrument.

(Note: Since the sing shang shang was Ruan, it originated from the huqin and later developed into the pipa. The pipa appeared in the Qin Dynasty and was played by the Hu people sitting on the back of a horse. Historical records: The copy of the zip comes from the Hu middle and the horse is drummed. Before pushing the hand, it is called "Che", but when the hand is pulled, it is called "Che", it is called "Che", which is like the drum, so it is called "Che".)

Just as a few curious onlookers talked, the old man had already finished debugging the Erhu, and then shook his head and actually played a famous song of the White Snake Legend that Du Qing, which is now well-known to people in Xianyang.

"Hiss~~"

The few onlookers almost reached out and covered their ears at the same time. They were expecting it as if they were instantly poured with cold water. Nothing else, the sound was really like killing a pig. It was not ordinary and ugly, but very ugly. This song "Duqing" was completely out of tune.

"It's really ugly. If you listen too much, you will feel restless!" Several people turned pale and left.

But just as they were about to leave, the girl took off a pair of bamboo boards from her neck, and her fingers flew and made a crackling and pleasant sound as the two bamboo boards hit her. At the same time, she didn't care whether the rhythm of the music was right or not, and she began to speak loudly in a crisp voice.

"Play bamboo boards and play huqin. Please walk slowly, please listen to me. My family is from Hedong. My parents both died and my family was poor. Last June, the river was in chaos and flooded my family ten acres of land..."

"Hey, it sounds nice!" Several people who had already walked out for seven or eight steps turned around almost at the same time, and then surrounded him with relish and sounded like they were all around.

The sound of the piano like a pig slaughtered was far away on the street. With the crackling sound of bamboo boards, there were also clear and very rhyming contents from the girl's loud voice. So soon a large number of people gathered around, attracting the sister's officials, servants accompanying the carriage, helpers in the museum, and even many women of Yingying Yanyan were all attracted. Within ten minutes, the whole street was surrounded and the crowds of people ran out of the museums on both sides to watch the fun.

In this era of lack of entertainment, any new thing will arouse great interest, not to mention that these rich, powerful and have plenty of leisure time are constantly discussing when gathering to watch.

"It's pitiful, the river flooded and destroyed the land and houses, and both parents died and their families were poor!"

"This is the case every year in Hedong. There are three years of small floods and five years of heavy floods. I don't know how many fugitives!"

"It's so pitiful!" Some women in the invaded halls turned red when they heard this, and they felt a sense of pain of being sympathetic. A woman took out a few copper coins and stuffed them into the girl's hand, wiped her tears and said, "Please use this money to buy some food to satisfy your hunger!"

"Thank you sister~" the girl wanted to kowtow.

"I don't thank you, I'm also a miserable person. I can't help you too much!" The woman's eyes were red and she quickly helped the girl up.

"Oh, it's really pitiful!" A groom touched his body for a long time, took out two copper coins and put them in the girl's hand.

Since ancient times, only the poor have sympathized with the poor and are most likely to be loved. With the lead of a woman and a groom, several women and helpers wearing coarse linen began to donate generously, stuffing one or two dollars into the hands of a girl.

"Thank you all kind brothers and sisters!" The girl was so moved that she was speechless.

However, the managers of several onlookers instantly saw the way to make money. One of them squeezed up and said, "Your experience is indeed pitiful, but it is not a long-term solution to wander around the streets. If you gather people begging on the roadside to disturb the capital, you will be arrested and become an official slave. You can go to Qiyuan with me, and you will have 200 yuan in pocket money every month. What do you think?"

"Haha, money is in charge, how can you take advantage of two hundred yuan? Don't go, please go with me to Chuyuan, take care of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and there are still 400 pocket money per month!" A fat man in exquisite clothes doubled the price directly.

"Fatty Yang, do you have to compete with me?"

"Hehe, I've fought with you, I just saw injustice. I want to help this poor lady more!"

"You...hum, I pay five hundred yuan every month!"

"Five hundred and fifty dollars!" Fatty Yang sneered.

"Grandpa~" the girl nervously held the old man's arm and dared not answer.

"Thank you, my granddaughter, I will leave in a few days at most, and I dare not ask for a long stay..."

When he heard the old man refuse, Fatty Yang and Manager Qian swung their sleeves and turned around and left. The managers of several other museums knew that there was no chance and went back to take care of their guests.

Because of this incident, the grandfather and grandson seemed to know that this place was not a place for a long time, so they stood up to pack up and prepared to leave.

The crowd onlookers didn't listen, and they all dispersed in groups to prepare to drink and make the girl.

"The father-in-law walked slowly, I have something to say~" a middle-aged man called out to his grandfather and grandson.

"What else does this adult have?" Although the old man was blind, he might also know that after staying in this place, his granddaughter might become a prostitute, so he was very nervous to protect his granddaughter behind him.

"Don't be nervous, I'm the manager of the Yinyue Pavilion next to me. I want to ask you to give me a few days of today's rap performance, with daily food supply and a reward of fifty dollars. Of course, you can leave anytime if you want!"

The old man hesitated, but the girl next to him shook his arm and said, "Grandpa, I'm hungry~"

"I hope the manager keeps his word! I will not force myself to stay if I want to leave!" The old man said after hesitating for a long time.

"Don't worry, the food will naturally be full. I can arrange to wash and change into clean clothes immediately, and I don't have any money!" The manager nodded repeatedly.
Chapter completed!