Lin Manliu looked for the voice and saw a man with loose hair in a black and red coat walking out of a private room on the second floor of the restaurant.
Is it the evil Pei Yiqing? He had appeared here before, why was he speaking for this troupe? With this feeling in mind, the boy in short shirt began to look at the man in front of him.
The "cunning doctor" speculates. When Bu Shenghua raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the folding fan in his hand opened again.
As the folding fan swayed, he spoke aloud: "Is it possible that your Excellency is the sitter invited by Qingjiang... you are so anxious to bite people?" Pei Yiqing chuckled, folded his sleeves with his hands, and walked slowly and unhurriedly from the second floor. Go down.
"Bu, before everyone could point out where the praise and criticism for this play lie, they started to say things that were disappointing, and then they said that the scholar and the actor look down on the actor's approach. Shouldn't it be changed?" Bu Shenghua heard this. , I was even more convinced that this person was just to help Qingjiang Yin, and he raised the folding fan in his hand forward, pointing in the direction of the red and black coat.
"I didn't want to tear down the stage. If you insist on confronting me, you are shameless!" The words of the two gradually became tit-for-tat, and the guests watching the theater also became interested. Several gentlemen who were about to leave the table , leaned back in his chair again, ready to start this new off-stage show.
The guy standing on the stage saw that some passers-by were involved, and he was about to step down to dissuade them. But he saw the man in the black and red coat raised his hand and made a gesture of rejection.
"Mr. Su only needs to take care of the drama on stage, and Pei will take care of things off stage by himself!" Pei Yiqing walked down the steps and looked at each other at eye level with the step.
The people on the stage had no choice but to clasp their fists and salute, and remain still in place. Bu Shenghua laughed contemptuously: "You are very generous. Are you ready? Bu is not talented, but he can point out a little bit..." Pei Yiqing smiled back: "Then please!" Bu Shenghua fiddled with his hands. Just write that
The folding fan of "The Unparalleled Flower" shook its head and began to speak out loud... Qingjiang quoted this play, and I happened to have heard the first half of it in his early years.
It's nothing more than mixing up all the idle books and stories in the market, and finally pieced together an omniscient and omnipotent character.
At the same time, the story itself is even more boring. With the blessings of luck, connections, and connections from all sides, who can't make it happen as the character?
So why spend time writing, arranging and performing operas? I have been practicing writing scripts for many years. With just a minute and a half of pen and ink, I can write hundreds of articles at will.
But after listening to the second half today, there is nothing new at all. The previous content has been slightly modified and brought to the table.
Such a humble work cannot be evaluated by me at this step? How can you praise such a humble work? Are you satisfied with this humble work?
Following the last three questions, Bu Shenghua closed the folding fan and pointed it straight at Pei Yi's face. At this time, in his mind, the man already didn't know how to answer and was beginning to feel stretched.
But what he heard was Pei Yiqing asking leisurely: "Bu, everyone has finished talking, right?" Bu Shenghua tilted his head and responded: "Yes, it's your turn..." Pei Yiqing stepped forward and stepped out Take one step and then start talking.
First, you said that this play was pieced together from ordinary people's books, but you did not say that it included the best of hundreds of schools of thought and incorporated into it the things that we, ordinary people, like to see the most.
Isn't this what everyone used to do in the past when they slapped the wake wood and spoke catchy words, causing the audience to shout?
Second, you understand the content of the play based on your personal opinion. In your opinion, those blessings, placed at this moment, can make one person accomplish something and allow one person to find out the truth in the play?
It's just your personal misinterpretation. You didn't have any hope for this drama from the beginning. How could you ever tolerate such an attitude?
Third, if you are really a great talent, why do you condescend to this and hide in the crowd to listen to music and watch a show?
From my point of view, after receiving some praise, I feel that I am the first person in history! Every time the man in the black and red coat spoke, he took a step forward.
By the time he finished speaking, he was already standing in front of Bu Shenghua, his eyes fixed on his face, and his heart resting on the folding fan.
Bu Shenghua forced himself to calm down and turned his head to the door of the restaurant, not looking at Pei Yiqing or the stage.
The person on the stage who was called Mr. Su saw that he didn't respond, so he was about to thank Pei Yiqing in words.
"More young masters will come to the rescue. In fact, as the young master said, all of you spectators here, as long as you have read it a few years ago and are here today, you all know what kind of story I, Qingjiang Yin, wrote. There is a lot of farce today. It’s just a mediocre person disturbing himself..." This sentence
"Meanwhile" hit Bu Shenghua directly in the heart. He looked back to the stage with a ferocious expression, and his breathing began to feel a little cramped.
"Su Yiying...you really think I don't dare to say that! You don't understand what you are singing in this play!" Pei Yiqing's face turned cold, and she raised her black and red sleeves and waved her hand, locking it directly. Step by step sublimation skills.
The strength in his hand was immediately heard, and the Bu family who reacted a little slower looked back at the man in front of him with a look of astonishment.
Because of the pain coming from his wrist, the folding fan fell to the ground. Bu Shenghua struggled to speak out: "There is an actor on the stage... who dares to talk nonsense about the court... and there is an angry stooge off the stage..." He firmly believed in his heart that there were too many people here, and what he saw in front of him was... No one would dare to touch him at will.
Pei Yiqing said coldly: "I didn't mention it before, but now it's like a dog jumping over the wall in a hurry?" Bu Shenghua listened to the words of the man in front of him, and the pain in his wrist became a little stronger.
He suppressed himself and shouted again: "How dare you, Qingjiang Yin, use opera to...insinuate the grand occasion of the Second Saint's coming to court!" As soon as these words came out, all the people who were watching the excitement couldn't help but froze.
This kind of words is not something you can say casually and blame others at will. Even though the martial arts sects in various places in the south have more say than the government, the world still belongs to Yanyang and the people with the surname Xia.
Mr. Su's face on the stage also began to look serious, because indeed the ending of the play was that he, the man who killed his mother, was killed by his own hands, the biological father of the person in the play.
The status of the two people in the play is the same as that of the dragon and the phoenix. Pei Yiqing let go of Bu Shenghua's hand, and the latter was convinced that he had the upper hand at this moment.
As long as he stirs up trouble in the building later, Qingjiang Yin will probably fall under his words.
Regarding these temple matters, Lin Manliu still heard some things from the chat between the old liar and Mr. Mo.
The two saints coming to court, which is now popular among the world, refers to the current situation in which the Xia family's emperor and his queen rule together.
It was said that ever since the queen entered the palace, the emperor seemed to have only her in his heart, and the emperor was the only one in her eyes.
At first, the ministers were still worried about whether it would hinder the emperor's handling of political affairs, but later they only said that his talents were not inferior to those of the prime minister.
Since the first year of Shengyang, the emperor and the queen have been handling political affairs in front of the palace together. Whenever the memorial was reviewed, the queen would read it first, and then present any complicated details to the emperor. The talents of the two created the grand scene of the scorching sun at this moment.
So there is this
"Two saints are coming to court", but if there is anything wrong with the queen, it is probably that she still has no heirs... Lin Manliu couldn't help but look at Pei Yiqing when he thought of this.
He was a little curious, but this person was evil
How should the "cunning doctor" debunk his claims. The man in the black and red coat didn't move too much. He just looked at Su Yiying on the stage and saluted him.
"Mr. Su, I have forgotten some of the early plays. Could you please Mr. Su to sing a few lines, the part where the truth is revealed at the end..." Su Yiying hummed, twirled his fingers, and then He turned around and started singing.
It sings about the thoughts in the heart of the biological mother and talks about the obsession in the heart of the biological father. The thoughts in the two people's hearts went from being in harmony at the beginning, to becoming discordant, and finally, the biological father personally ordered people to kill them for the sake of the power in his hands.
When the song ends, the play is over. Su Yiying folded her hands in front of her lips and saluted everyone in the audience.
Pei Yiqing asked: "Is this what everyone said... is an insinuation of today's prosperity?" Bu Shenghua forced himself to speak and said: "Isn't it right! Aren't the men and women in the play alluding to my heart towards the 'Two Saints'? If there is suspicion, these words fall into the hands of the government. Let's see what crime you, Qingjiang Yin, deserve!" The man in the black and red coat's face darkened, and he was about to arrest Bu Shenghua again.
The boy in a short shirt took one step forward and walked out of the crowd.
"There is such a Mr. Bu who confuses right and wrong and plays right and wrong in Hangzhou. I have never heard of it in Yijian Villa..." Lin Manliu said loudly.
Yijian Villa? These four words were like a heavy hammer hitting Bu Shenghua's head. Although he had previously mentioned the emperor, the queen, and the government in his mouth.
But those were all just to take the opportunity to exert pressure. If Yanyang soldiers are coming in Hangzhou at this moment, Yijian Villa may not be able to use it.
Bu Shenghua forced himself to calm down and said, "You fools, don't you want to suffer the same fate?" Lin Manliu stretched out his little finger and licked his ears.
"The boy just stood far away, and his ears are a bit deaf... He can also hear what Mr. Su is singing. You are the only one pretending to be confused... Why bother?" Bu Shenghua took a step back and said: "You... and you... are pretending to be confused because you understand!" The boy in a short shirt took a few more steps forward. After he was still five or six steps away from Pei Yiqing, he stood still and stopped moving forward.
At this time, it is unknown what the purpose of this person is, and it is not reliable to be too close. Lin Manliu spoke aloud: "Mr. Su sang, it was the disagreement between the two people's ideas that led to the regret. It was intended to remind and advise us, how could it be an allusion? Or maybe everyone's thoughts are a bit mixed, and it just sounds like it means More..." Pei Yiqing then said, "Is it because everyone in Bu has objections to the current political affairs, that's why you think this way?" Bu Shenghua was so excited by these words that he fell backwards and said in a trembling voice: " You two should stop talking nonsense!" The man in the black and red coat clapped his hands, and another middle-aged man walked out of the private room on the second floor.
Although the man was wearing ordinary clothes, his identity was immediately recognized. He is the governor of Hangzhou City!
"Bu Shenghua, you are discussing government affairs in public in public, come with me!" The governor of Hangzhou said, and went directly downstairs to the restaurant.
This sudden change shocked everyone present, not to mention his step-upgrade. The young man in a short shirt lowered his head and said: "I follow the good people like me and forcefully misinterpret the problem. I have to change it in the future..." After Lin Manliu finished speaking, he no longer looked at the disgraced storyteller. Instead, he looked at Pei Yiqing, who was watching him not far away.
