A Southland gentleman heard about Qi Xuanwang's hobby and thought it was a good opportunity to make money. He ran to Qi Xuanwang and boasted, "Your Majesty, I am a famous musician. No one who has heard me play the flute is unmoved. Even birds and animals can dance and flowers will tremble with the beat. I would like to dedicate my stunt to your majesty. " Qi Xuanwang was very happy to hear this. Without investigation, he accepted him very readily and put him in the 300-member blowteam.
After that, Mr. Nan Guo took the 300 people to Qi Xuanwang to play an ensemble, enjoying the same generous treatment as others, and he was extremely proud. In fact, Mr. Nanguo told a big lie, and he couldn't blow it out at all. Every time I play ball, Mr. Nan Guo is mixed in the team with a shovel in his hand. He shakes his body when people shake it. Others shook their heads, and he shook his head. His face pretended to be emotional and forgot me. He seems to be as devoted as others, and really can't see any flaws. In this way, Mr. Nanguo cheated day after day and got a salary for nothing.
But it didn't last long. A few years later, Qi Xuanwang, who loved to listen to the ensemble, died, and his son Min succeeded to the throne. Wang Qi also likes playing the flute, but unlike Qi Xuanwang, he thinks it's too noisy for 300 people to play together, so it's better to play solo. So King Qi Gui ordered that the 300 people should practice hard and get ready. He will let the 300 people take turns blowing their mats one by one for him to appreciate. After receiving the order, the musicians actively practiced and wanted to show their skills. Only Mr. Nan Guo, who has just made up a few words, is as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. After thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't go on this time, so he had to pack up and run away overnight.
This is a story about making up several things.
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