In April, the flowers in Jinguan City are blooming in a cluster of flowers, peony flowers, peony flowers, azaleas, roses, orchids, etc. are dazzling.

From a distance, I saw the tall city gate, and the people coming and going were very lively. The soldiers guarding the city leaned against the city gate, lazily looking at the crowd, and occasionally yawning, only then did they remember their responsibilities. They just found a small vendor carrying a load and checked it out quickly.

Huang Rong held a child over four years old in each hand and walked in front, while Guo Jing followed behind with two horses and slowly walked into the city.

She was a little boy in her left hand, looking a little honest. She held her hand tightly and went forward step by step, just occasionally looking back at Guo Jing.

The little girl in her right hand was combed with a pair of sheep horns and she didn't stop for a moment. She either stared at Xiaotang and refused to leave, or forced her mother to buy a beautiful bamboo dragonfly.

Huang Rong was annoyed by her trouble and said angrily: "Xiang'er, can you learn from your younger brother and be more obedient? If you make trouble, I will leave you here."

The little girl Guo Xiang said "Oh", and it was indeed much quieter, just a pair of big eyes, still spinning around.

Guo Jing sighed as he walked: "It's so prosperous here, it's almost as close to Lin'an." There were so many pedestrians on the street, flocking to shoulders.

The shops on both sides are all open, and people come in and out from time to time; there are always stalls on the streets and alleys, either selling wontons, pastries, or toys such as gyros and rattles.

The vendor carrying candied haws and carrying melons and fruits on the street shouted. Guo Xiang took advantage of his mother's unpreparedness and grabbed the vendor's burden, grabbed a plum from it, and bit it down.

Huang Rong was extremely angry, let go of her right hand, and lifted it up to hit her. But she saw the little girl closing her eyes, her face curled up, and she kept shouting: "So, sour, sour." But she refused to vomit, and couldn't help but feel angry and funny.

Guo Jing rushed forward, took out more than a dozen copper coins from his arms, and handed them to the vendor. The man held it in his hand, looked carefully, and then smiled and said, "Miss, this plum is sour. It's just a scholar who has no study. If you bite it a little, you will be sore in your teeth."

After saying that, he took out a peach, wiped off the hair from the outside with a cloth, handed it over, and said, "Come on, eat a peach, this one is crispy and sweet."

Guo Jing quickly stopped him and said, "This big brother, I can't do it. The little girl took your stuff casually. It's wrong, so why should I be embarrassed to accept other things?"

The vendor smiled and said, "You are so rich and good at giving me money. How could you buy just one plum? I have to pretend for you, so I can't let you suffer."

He really picked up the scale, weighed some plums, peaches, and melons, took a pack of chips, and handed them to Guo Jing.

Guo Jing took it in his hand and saw Guo Xiang chewing on the plums, sorrowful that he closed his left eye and looked at him with his right eye. The peach handed to her by the vendor reached the hand of the little boy on the other side.

Huang Rong was very satisfied with her behavior of "Guo Xiang's petition", but she was puzzled why she still competed with the plum, and asked, "Xiang'er, this plum is so sour, why are you still eating it?"

Guo Xiang said aggrievedly: "I have been away for a long time, and my brother and I have been so hungry that we are already roaring."

Guo Jing slapped his head and said, "Oh, it's noon, but I forgot that you two can't stand hunger. Let's go for dinner."

The group of four found a larger restaurant and entered the inner room. There was a space on the second floor. Guo Xiang squeezed to his father and ordered his favorite cherry, mint, osmanthus, to dumplings and small crispy chicken.

Huang Rong pointed her finger on her forehead and said, "You, you were born together with Yang'er, and there was no place at all. She either played wildly or was picky all day long, just like Fu'er when she was a child. What if the True Lord looked down on you?"

Guo Jing smiled and said, "Forget it if you look down on me, just stay by your side. Fu'er is old and it's time to get married. Xiang'er can spend more time with me."

Huang Rong glared at him and said, "Are you still thinking about marrying Fu'er to that boy Yang Guo? He is the one appointed by the True Lord. There may be a few wives and concubines in the future. I don't want Fu'er to suffer in the past."

"Oh." Guo Jing sighed and said with a wry smile: "You are really, such a big thing has been hidden from me for more than three years. If it weren't for the last time Song Ting came to attack, I would still be in the dark."

Huang Rong chuckled and said, "Don't blame me, this is what the True Lord means. If you want to blame him, blame him." Seeing that he shook his head and said, "We should think of some ways to stuff Xiang'er, the little devil, to make him a turn of the earth, and to avenge you."

Guo Xiang was about to speak, but at this time, the downstairs suddenly became lively, and someone couldn't help but listen to someone saying, "Mr. Sun is here." Hearing the sound of "twist" again, an old man with a long beard and robe came upstairs, and many diners stood up one after another and bowed and said, "Mr. Sun!"

Mr. Sun held a erhu in his hand and returned the gifts one by one, saying, "You are so polite." He walked to the corner and stood there. Soon a waiter moved a chair, and then many people came up from downstairs.

A rich Jinyiman shouted: "Mr. Sun hasn't come some days, and everyone misses it very much." The old man hurriedly replied: "I thank everyone for their love, but I am really blessed by the True Lord. Sichuan is peaceful. No major incidents have happened recently, and the old man has no new songs, so he dares to come and show his ugly words."

Someone shouted next to him, "It doesn't matter, Mr. Sun, we all love to listen to what you sing. If you are not here these days, you will drink this wine without any taste."

Everyone in the building agreed. Although Xiao Guoxiang didn't know what was going on, his eyes were also shiny, and he nodded violently like a chicken pecking at rice.

Mr. Sun couldn't persuade everyone and said, "Then I'll tell the story of the White Snake today?" Everyone nodded, and he coughed and sang, "The fairy in white clothes on Mount Emei is like a snow lotus falling into the world. She has a slender waist and white wrists, and supports the willow body, bright eyes, red lips and orchid face... butterflies walk through the mist of flowers, and dragonflies flutter their wings and fingers..."

This person's voice is a bit vicissitudes, but he is very angry and pleasant. Although Guo Xiang and Guo Yang don't understand it very much, they are fascinated by it.

After singing the song, he began to tell the story of the White Snake: "The name of the White Snake was reported two years ago. At that time, the second Mongolian prince Kuoduan gathered hundreds of thousands of troops and came to attack Chengdu Prefecture with great momentum. Three attacks a day, flags covered the sky and the sun, and the war drums roared like thunder, from morning to night, lasted for three days..."

Speaking of this, the people in the building looked suffocated and felt resentful. They also experienced this war.

Mr. Sun continued: "The Mongols were cunning. While attacking the city, they sent the five ghosts on the edge of Sichuan to the city to make trouble. The five ghosts were the disciples of the Mongolian master. They had great martial arts skills, and everyone rushed forward, but they couldn't resist it... The Zhenjun Qingwei, who controlled the 50,000 Mongolian army by himself, was flawless. In a critical moment, when he saw that the general's mansion was about to be compromised by these people, suddenly a white-clothed immortal fell from the sky. He defeated the Five Ghosts in three moves and two moves..."

This old man is eloquent and accustomed to creating an atmosphere. When he tells stories, he speaks ups and downs, and often imitates the sound to add interest, which makes people fall into it without realizing it.

Not only did Huang Rong and the two children do this, Guo Jing also listened with relish. After a passage, he sighed: "This White Snake is really a heroine, which is admirable. However, everyone said that she is the daughter of the True Lord. What's going on?"
Chapter completed!