In the years of famine, I was well versed in history and pampered the Northern Army

The ambiguity of these words made Lu Yan curious:

"I wonder what kind of prosperity the witch has over there?"

Chu Qingyin thought about it carefully and described it to him roughly:

"People in our place aren't as happy as you are here. Our buildings are cool and tall, with all kinds of colorful lights and lots of alcohol."

Of course there is still a lot of homework, a lot of overtime, and a lot of annoying leaders.

However, Chu Qingyin did not say these directly. Just his simple introduction was enough to make people imagine how cold the world is now.

The two of them casually walked into Yuemanlou and started eating and drinking. As expected, this top restaurant was different. The food here was much more delicious than what he had eaten in modern times, and also much more delicious than the one he had in Xixiang.

Chu Qingyin was happy. He didn't expect that there was a storyteller below. This was the first time he heard an authentic legendary storyteller.

She was listening happily below, and with her ears pricked up she looked like a cute little white rabbit.

Meanwhile, Lu Yan, who was sitting opposite him, looked at the delicacies in front of him without any appetite. He just tried his best to restrain his gaze and attention, and not keep it on Chu Qingyin.

“It’s said that when His Royal Highness Prince Jing went to the north alone, the wind and frost in the north were extremely cold.

"Back then, the Zhenbei Army were beggars begging in the capital. They were fleeing from famines elsewhere. The Emperor was trying to discipline them, but there was no way. Then, His Royal Highness Prince Jing volunteered, saying he could do it. He spent all his own money as a prince to build homes for these children, feed them, and train them to become the strongest."

The storyteller slapped the folding fan in his hand on the table with intention. Although everyone had heard this story many times, after being tested by the market, this story was still the most popular, so this story was continued to be sung in various restaurants.

Although they already knew what would happen next, the people below were still excited and asked:

"And then? And then? Why are you silent?"

"Later, His Royal Highness Prince Jing volunteered to go to the North. At that time, there were no available men in the court. Hearing that the North was cold and frosty, those little beggars who had spoken of His Royal Highness Prince Jing's favor were willing to follow him to the North, and even formed an army."

Although some things cannot be said, everyone knows it. Everyone knows that they had to go to the north because the imperial concubine wanted to get rid of him. Later, the Zhenbei Army in the north often had no food or reinforcements.

"Your Highness's army was invincible in the north, but because the Southern Xiang had too many men, they only had 4 men, while the Southern Xiang had hundreds of thousands of men in total. Your Highness was outnumbered and suffered repeated defeats."

When they heard this, the noises of the people eating nearby became much quieter, and everyone seemed to be concentrating on listening to Lu Yan's subsequent story.

"But who is our Prince Jing? He has done so many good things in his daily life. Of course, it was Fu Ze who died ten thousand years ago. That day, when the Zhenbei Army was trapped in a corner, a goddess suddenly fell from the sky."

Chu Qingyin was eating with a grunt. When she heard the word "goddess", she couldn't help but spit out the food in her mouth:

"Why am I in this story?"

Lu Yan's face flushed:

"Your scripts are truly amazing... but I don't want all the credit to go to me, so..."

"So you found someone to help you write these fantastic scripts, and there's also this thing called a goddess descending from heaven?"

Lu Yan smiled embarrassedly, and Chu Qingyin felt helpless.

These things are truly magical.

After walking around for so long, she was full and had heard the story, so he planned to go back. But on the way back, she saw a very tall tower. It was magnificent and she had never seen such a structure before, so she couldn't help but ask him:

"This thing looks like it's not even finished yet, but it's so magnificent. What is this?"

Seeing Chu Qingyin standing in front of him now, he was even a little embarrassed to tell the witch that this was the ancestral temple built for him.

But now Chu Qingyin has proved to him with facts that she is just an ordinary girl, and it is indeed inappropriate to worship her in the ancestral temple now.

"This was... built for you, the witch, when I came back. Now, because the story is so widely spread, and many of the families of the Northern Zhen Army know of your existence, there are quite a lot of people offering sacrifices to you."

Chu Qingyin: ...

She is really successful. She is so young, not even an adult, but she is already worshipped in the ancestral temple by so many people.

But when she learned about these things, she felt a little dramatic for a moment, but then she wanted to go in and take a look. She wanted to see what kind of incense other people burned here, who they worshipped, and what wishes they made.

"Since it's dedicated to me, can I go in and take a look?"

Lu Yan: ...

Indeed, he had not thought it through enough. He had not expected that there would be such a big bug that the person being worshipped could actually walk into the ancestral temple in person.

"OK."

This temple was built very high, and it looked like the owner was very wealthy. Chu Qingyin didn't know how much money and effort Lu Yan had spent to build this ancestral temple.

It’s not that Lu Yan wanted to move himself, but he knew that he would never have the chance to meet Chu Qingyin again, and this was his only thought.

He just wanted to leave himself some last bit of imagination after he separated from Chu Qingyin and would never see her again.

However, Chu Qingyin didn't think about so many messy things. When she just entered, she saw the enshrined figure on the stage, but there were only two words written on it: "Witch". After all, they didn't know her name or what she looked like, so this was normal.

But there were so many people offering sacrifices that they had to line up. The donation box was already filled with money, and there were even large silver bills.

What a pity, none of this money could go into her pocket. Even though she already had so much money, she still couldn't help feeling poor when she saw these.

"If it weren't for the great kindness of the witch, my son would have died on the battlefield in the Zhenbei Army long ago. I once vowed to always offer you sacrifices, and I will never stop. Until the day I die."

"Miko, Miko, you are so omnipotent, can you tell me how to please my husband?"