Starting from a thatched cottage, the farmer embarked on the road to wealth through imperial examina

"March 3 is Qingming Festival. It rains heavily during Qingming Festival. If you are destined to meet someone, you need to go to the high places of West Lake to find him. This is the advice given by the immortal to Bai Suzhen when she came down the mountain. On Qingming Festival, Bai Suzhen and her maid Xiaoqing followed the immortal's advice and came to West Lake to look for the little shepherd boy who saved her life back then..."

The once bustling Yunfeng Tower fell into a rare silence. Only Ye Changyan's voice could be heard floating in this huge Yunfeng Tower.

Ye Changyan's storytelling does not include too many passionate speeches, but more of a leisurely narration. He tells this beautiful and moving story like the gentle spring breeze and the warm winter sun, so gentle and touching.

The audience was attracted by Ye Changyan's fascinating story and was fascinated by it.

“Ding!”

With the sound of the wake-up stick, Ye Changyan stood up, bowed, and spoke.

"It's embarrassing."

"Clap clap clap."

A round of applause rang out from the crowd. Those who were still immersed in the story finally reacted and then the thunderous applause continued for a long time.

Erniu and Wulang, who were standing beside the stage, had their hands numb from holding their chins, but they didn't even realize it. When they heard the thunderous applause and were about to join in the applause, they realized that their hands were no longer under their control.

"This book is indeed unique in its telling style. The way it tells the story is very different from other storytellers. What really captured the hearts of all the scholars and students present was the beautiful and moving story. It is indeed very interesting."

The old man leaning on the beauty's backrest in the private room on the second floor gave a truthful evaluation of Ye Changyan's book just now. The young man leaning on the other side of the beauty's backrest nodded in admiration, and found that he was a little thirsty, so he picked up the teacup on the small table.

After the applause died down, some people started throwing money onto the stage. There were some silver ingots mixed in with the copper coins, which were thrown onto the stage from all directions.

This was somewhat unexpected for Ye Changyan. The last time he told stories, no one gave him any tips.

In fact, Ye Changyan didn't know that the last time the scholars and students gathered together, it was for a literary gathering, and storytelling was just a small embellishment. But this time, everyone came to listen to the story, and if the story was well told, they would naturally give rewards.

There were actually some small arrangements made by Zhong Yunfeng. Originally, Zhong Yunfeng had only arranged five or six people, gave each of them a hundred coins, and asked them to act accordingly. Unexpectedly, these people were also so engrossed in listening that they only remembered that they still had a mission to accomplish when the applause rang out.

But no one would have expected that once someone took the lead, the reward money would float towards the stage like snowflakes.

Seeing this scene, Ye Changyan hurriedly stood up from the fan-shaped table, walked to the front of the stage, clasped his hands together, and expressed his gratitude to everyone.

At this moment, a man squeezed out of the crowd, walked to the front of the stage, took out a gold ingot, placed it on the stage, then turned around and went upstairs.

"it is good!"

When everyone saw this, they shouted one after another, one wave after another.

The gold ingot was placed next to the stage near where Erniu and Wulang were sitting. When they saw the gold ingot, their eyes widened.

"Wulang, I think I recognize the man who put the gold ingot there."

Erniu whispered in Wulang's ear, but the shouting at the scene was so loud that Wulang could not hear Erniu's words. He only saw Wulang shouting along with the crowd.

Ye Changyan recognized the person who gave the gold ingot as a reward. This person was Liang Jingcheng's follower, Lu Tingfeng.

"Clap clap clap."

Ye Changyan, who was standing in the center of the stage, clapped his hands and signaled for silence. After a few breaths, the scene became quiet again.

"I am humbled to receive such kindness from you all. Thank you Yunfeng Tower for inviting me today, and thank you all for your support. I am determined to play and sing a song for you all, just to add to the fun of your meal."

Seeing the densely packed reward money on the stage, Ye Changyan felt a little excited, and on a whim, he wanted to push the scene to a climax.

The people in the audience didn't react for a while, and those who were farther away from the stage didn't seem to hear clearly what Ye Changyan meant.

"What did the Ye family scholar say?"

"He said he wanted to play and sing a song for everyone."

"It's said to help everyone have a good meal."

……

"it is good!"

Suddenly someone shouted loudly, and then cheers like wolf howls rang out at the scene.

The father and son of the Zhong family in the audience were also a little confused. This scene was not in the script, but Zhong Yunfeng was quick-witted and quickly asked someone to go on stage to help Ye Changyan prepare, while instructing the waiter to serve the dishes quickly.

Then someone brought up a zither and placed it in the center of the stage.

The scholars and literati present all returned to their seats, and soon waiters came out of the kitchen one after another, and plates of various dishes were quickly placed on the table.

Ye Changyan sat on a stool, adjusted the zither in front of him, and tried the tone. Compared with the zither he had come into contact with in his previous life, it was crisper, brighter, and very penetrating.

Seeing that the waiters were busy serving the dishes and the guests were seated, Ye Changyan waved his fingers and began to pluck the strings of the zither.

Then, clear and melodious notes spread out, filling every corner of Yunfeng Building and drifting onto the street, attracting passers-by to stop and listen.

"At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain~Bai Suzhen..."

Accompanied by clear and melodious notes, Ye Changyan's singing voice rang out.

It is like a drop of clear spring on the cliff of a cave, which happens to fall into a small pool illuminated by a ray of Jesus light, rippling layers of ripples and sparkling waves. It is so melodious, beautiful and moving.

The audience was mesmerized by the performance. Some closed their eyes and listened attentively, some shook their heads and immersed themselves in the melodious melody, and some stared intently, immersed in the singing.

Even the waiters serving the food slowed down their pace, fearing that the sound of their footsteps would disturb the beautiful singing.

Erniu and Wulang held their chins with their hands, had a dazed look in their eyes, and shook their heads, as if they were intoxicated.

The old man in the private room on the second floor leaned on a beauty chair, closed his eyes and shook his head, while his palms patted his thighs rhythmically to the melody of the music.

The beauty leaned against the young man on the other side, stretched out the index finger of her right hand, and swayed in the air following the rhythm of the notes.

The black-robed follower behind the young man stared in one direction, intently, and listened attentively.

Outside the Yunfeng Tower, the street was filled with people stopping to listen. Even the lively and playful children stopped what they were doing and tiptoed towards the Yunfeng Tower.

The father and son of the Zhong family who were busy at the scene were also shocked when they saw the situation. They didn't expect that Ye Changyan's storytelling had such a charming charm as to captivate the mind, and his singing and playing had such a magical power to capture the soul!

The father and son carefully moved among the crowd, directing the waiters to serve the dishes, fearing that any noise would ruin this harmonious and beautiful scene.

As Ye Changyan stopped moving his hands, the last note floated out. Everyone on the scene was immersed in the melodious melody, shaking their heads and swaying like a madman, and they did not come back to their senses for a long time.