To the south of Shiwanda Mountain, towards the Qiling Kingdom, the climate is pleasant and the products are extremely rich. It also contains several scenic spots, the most famous of which is called Caixiantan. It is said that there was an unparalleled warrior in the old days. When he was young, he was playful and fell into a lotus pond. He almost drowned in the lotus pond. Fortunately, there was no wind and the huge lotus leaf automatically lifted a child weighing 60 to 70 kilograms out. Shui had just saved his life under the eyes of Lord Yama. The young man was very grateful. From then on, he would come to see this lotus leaf every year when he returned home. The strange thing is that this lotus leaf never bloomed. It was not until the child grew into a handsome and strong young man who repeatedly performed extraordinary feats on the battlefield and was awarded the title of general that a beautiful lotus flower bloomed. It was not known that this fierce general was among the most beautiful lotus leaves. What's wrong? After returning home, I stayed by the lotus pond, staring at the lotus pond every day without thinking about food or tea. One day the lotus will wither, and the young man will fish out a stunning beauty from the bottom of the lotus leaf. She will be born with immortal muscles and jade bones and look forward to her beauty. The fierce man will marry the girl, and the two will stay together and raise their eyebrows together. This is how the lotus beach got its name. To collect immortals. Of course it is just a legend, but it still attracted countless literati to write poems and chants near the lotus pond. Naturally, word spread, and it became famous for a while.
Many dignitaries have mansions in the mountains not far from the Qiling Pass. Located near Caixian Beach, it is a natural place to use it as a scenic spot to cool off the summer and cold. After coming and going, this originally inaccessible mountain range is now quite popular. lively. Needless to say, the merchants traveling from north to south, the literati who are fascinated by the landscape, and the men of the world with swords on their backs all come to enjoy the scenery or to seek good omens, hoping that they can also be with the legendary man. Generals generally rise through the ranks, gaining both love and status.
It is said to be a resort, but it is actually a lotus pond ten feet square. The lotus flowers in it are not very prosperous, but they appear delicate and fragile. Someone pointed out that the lotus that gave birth to fairies in the past absorbed all the luck in the lotus pond. I'm afraid it won't be alleviated even after a hundred years. Nowadays, there are different opinions, and everyone hopes that their own theory will be superior to others. As the saying goes, literati are contemptuous of each other, and they don't just talk nonsense. But that piece of land had long gone with the wind and turned into ashes in the passing years. Therefore, later generations erected a white marble stone sculpture at the location recorded in ancient books and biographies, leaving it for future generations to pay their respects and watch. In fact, it was just a gimmick.
As the rich and powerful file in, it is natural that they will attract countless people who rely on their crafts for a living. First, if they stretch their hands generously and show off their skills, they will hold high-profile doors at the bridge and shout a few times. Who knows, they will attract those It is not uncommon for a wealthy man who spends a lot of money to give away dozens of taels of silver in this garden area where the fifth grade is everywhere. You must know that for this group of high-ranking officials who receive salary and tribute, a few dozen taels is not enough to find a singing boy in Xiaoyulou, but in the eyes of this group of buskers, this is enough to cope with the coming big events. After half a year of food, clothing, housing and transportation, countless entertainers and even a troupe of dozens of people gathered together in this golden den, and they refused to leave even if they were beaten or scolded.
It is said to be a villa for dignitaries, but in fact, except for elderly officials, there are very few holidays. Putting aside the dressing leave during the change of seasons, there are fragmentary holidays for weddings and funerals, ranging from one to five days. There is no way to go out and play. A lot of time, so most of the people living here are relatives of high-ranking officials, or the beautiful family members of famous prostitutes who have secret affairs. Therefore, in this place, there are only a lot more noble people who listen to and watch plays than those who watch monkey tricks and chest-breaking boulders.
There are many theater troupes, and there must be priorities. They are all theater professionals. You can't say that the emperor takes turns to come to my house next year and secretly compete with each other. Instead, he falls behind. They are all actors who make a living, and no one can do it. Can't get along with money. So a few years ago, an old senior was elected from many theater troupes and divided each theater troupe into four levels: A, B, C and D. A has the most appearances on stage, B has the next lowest number, and so on, with a comparison every five years to determine the performance of the next few years. Order.
Qingheyuan is one of these more than 30 troupes. It is located in a small courtyard on the west edge of Caixiantan. It is ranked at the end of Ding and belongs to the lowest category. It only goes on stage very few times in a year, so it is not that The acting style is too bad, there are really too few people, and many scenes cannot be sung. Just singing a few short lines, the reputation of the show has dropped a lot. There are only five people in the troupe, two men, one woman, and three half-year-olds who have not yet completed their studies. Life is difficult, and they can barely make ends meet by performing on stage for two performances and helping to take care of the backstage.
The class leader is a rather feminine-looking man with regular facial features, but his face is a bit weird. It looks as if he has been powdered all year round, regardless of the cold or heat, and is extremely white. The other young man is much thicker, and his facial features are just okay, not outstanding. As for the woman, she is the wife of the class leader, who is very good at singing Hua Dan. In the past few years, she had a faintly powerful and exclusive attitude. Most people who saw them on stage were surprised. I went there for this actress. Not to mention her pretty appearance, her singing voice was lively and joyful. It could be said that most of the money earned by Qingheyuan was because of her. But in recent months, this woman has stopped appearing on stage. There have been some rumors in the troupe that this woman was spotted by a wealthy family, who forced the leader of Qingheyuan to write a letter of divorce, and happily went to other people's homes to have sex. A concubine dressed in gold and silver. The troupes said they sang together to make a living, but in fact they seemed to be inseparable. Each troupe was distinct from each other, let alone moving around each other. The troupe never came forward to refute the rumors and explain, so no one knew whether the news was true or false.
"It's cold at night, please bring more bedding." The man's warm voice sounded in the small courtyard, which was particularly vivid in the quiet moonlight. At this time, the man was sitting on a chair and fiddling with the charcoal fire. The firelight met his face, and his snow-white face was also coated with blood. However, beads of sweat kept flowing down, like running beads. The location of this place is not as high as Shangqi. It is slightly to the south. The weather heats up more quickly. Many wealthy women put on gauze. However, in this house in Qinghe Garden, the charcoal fire is burning vigorously.
"Husband, please don't have a fever. After being exposed to the intense heat for a long time, it is inevitable that some symptoms will develop. If the fire attacks your throat and chokes it, how will you go on stage in a few days? I'm okay. I'm not cold at all, wrapped in such quilts." The woman at the bedside The clear voice came, and it was said that it was not cold, but if you listened carefully, you could see that even if you tried your best to cover it up, the trembling in your words could not be concealed.
The man stood up, sat by the bedside of the woman who was speaking, touched the exposed half of the woman's head, and remained silent.
