The opera ended, and the whole house cheered.
Some big clients who have money and leisure also provide special rewards, either for the troupe or for someone.
"Except member Sheng Guantai and Liu, give the troupe a bouquet of red!"
"Young master from the Zhao family in Yizhou, please reward the troupe with two bouquets of red!"
"Mr. Zhao of Sanhuang Hall, I will reward Mr. Bai Yuefei with three bunches of red!"
"The second young master from the west section of the city will reward the little green plum girl with three bouquets of red!"
It's too vulgar to mention money. According to the rules of the theater, a bunch of red is always money.
Liu Yuanwai has always been generous, Zhao Wenrong supports his hometown troupe, but Mr. Zhao and Mr. Duan have other ideas.
Three bunches of red open the way. Let’s get to know each other first, then make an appointment for dinner to enhance our relationship. In the end, of course...
However, the Yinfeng troupe came out of Yizhou to perform in the county, and the journey was uneventful. They thought they had a way of survival, and it was not Lu Zheng's turn to worry about it.
"Great show!"
"Sounds good!"
"The four plays were performed for a whole afternoon. It was really enjoyable."
The five people left the elegant room, and Zhao Wenrong and Lin Yushu also happened to come out, and they went out together.
Before leaving the house, Lu Zheng turned around and saw a sturdy middle-aged man in bright yellow robes and a young man in moon-white Confucian robes heading backstage.
…
After returning to Liu's house, they had dinner and sent Bi Xinyu and Hu Cainiang away. Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan went back to the next door together.
"Lu Lang."
"Um?"
"Ever since we watched the play in the afternoon, I felt that you were worried. What's wrong?"
Liu Qingyan was a little worried and a little shy when she spoke, "Also, Lu Lang's eyes were full of pity when he looked at Qingyan, but he pities Qingyan and never went to Zhongjing to watch a movie?"
After a pause, Liu Qingyan smiled and said, "Qingyan was just a little fox before, so naturally she didn't dare to go to the capital of Zhongjing, but now she has the merit of treating water patients and has a plaque given by Emperor Jing in her hand. , it’s okay now, when Sister Shen succeeds in her cultivation and gets out of prison, we can also go to Beijing together to visit!”
Liu Qingyan held Lu Zheng's hand and stroked it gently, "Lu Lang is so kind. He pities Qingyan. Qingyan is able to win Lu Lang's favor in this life. She is really a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes~"
Looking at the beauty under the lamp, she is like a veil of smoke.
After Liu Qingyan finished speaking, she felt emotional in her heart. The red pill in her body shook slightly, and an alluring fragrance filled the room.
"Lu Lang, Qingyan will help you change~"
…
"Qingyan?"
"Um?"
"Shall I tell you a story?"
"Okay! What's the story?"
"What stories do you like to hear?"
"Does Lu Lang have many more stories?"
"There are so many, they are all stories told to me by the older generation in my hometown."
Liu Qingyan turned around and looked at Lu Zheng, who was very close. She blinked her beautiful eyes, and her long eyelashes swept across Lu Zheng's face, making Lu Zheng couldn't help but kiss her again, and then slid along.
"Hehe, okay, okay!"
Liu Qingyan was a little itchy, so she hid a little away and said with a smile, "Qingyan also wants to hear the story of Lu Lang's hometown."
"Do you want to hear stories between mortals, or do you want to hear stories between humans and demons?"
"Are there any other options?"
Liu Qingyan blinked, thought for a moment and said, "I want to hear stories between mortals."
"OK."
Lu Zheng nodded, and then told the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.
…
"Hehe, what kind of nerd is this? He can't even tell when a woman is pretending to be a man?"
"This Miss Zhu is quite independent-minded and has quite a bit of Xiaowan's demeanor."
"Hahaha, it's eighteen years to send each other off. One is a deliberate hint, the other is chaotic. It's so fun. It's so interesting."
"Really, this Liang Shanbo has a bit of an inferiority complex. What's the point of being poor? Whether you're in Qiuwei High School or running a business, or even just painting and writing letters, you can still support your family, right?"
"What! This guy named Ma Wencai, why is he so annoying? I have never seen such an annoying person!"
Liu Qingyan was happy at the beginning, then angry, and then the more she heard, the more wrong she heard, until Zhu Yingtai resisted the marriage and Liang Shanbo died, and finally broke out.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
"Liang Zhu has the same acupuncture point and turns into a flying butterfly." Liu Qingyan hugged Lu Zheng and said with tears and runny nose, "Why are they so pitiful!"
Maybe it was because the country was peaceful and the people were safe, so the operas she listened to basically all ended with a family reunion. At first glance, when she heard the tragic ending of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, she couldn't stand it for a while.
"Woooooooo..."
Liu Qingyan sniffed, "No Taoist Quanzhen or Buddhist Zen master came to help. Are you just going to watch them die? How many days can a butterfly live?"
Having said this, Liu Qingyan held Lu Zheng's hand tightly and looked at Lu Zheng with a pair of tearful eyes, "After they turned into butterflies, they met a foreigner, right? If the foreigner taught them the skills, they can live forever. live together.”
Lu Zheng shook his head, breaking Liu Qingyan's fantasy, "The story ends here."
"Uuuuuuu, Lu Lang, you are so cruel. Why is there nothing down there?"
"besides."
"More?" Liu Qingyan was startled and raised her head suddenly.
Lu Zheng nodded and said, "There is also a piece of music specially paired with the story "Butterfly Lovers"."
Liu Qingyan's eyes flickered, "Butterfly Lovers" is such a tear-inducing story, will the music also be sad?
She was a little afraid to listen for a while.
"Do you want to listen?" Lu Zheng asked.
"Listen!" Liu Qingyan replied immediately. If she didn't listen, she would be afraid that she wouldn't be able to sleep.
Lu Zheng stood up, put on his middle coat, patted the gourd beside the bed, and took out the guzheng stored in the gourd.
Then, a song "Butterfly Lovers" came melodiously.
"Woooooooo..."
A handed down and sad story, coupled with the classic Butterfly Lovers, is full of lethality.
Liu Qingyan cried while listening. She cried so hard that her eyes were blurred with tears. Bubbles popped up from her nose from time to time without any time to care.
"The tear level is too low...well, it's not too low. Butterfly Lovers is really touching. Plus, I haven't been baptized by tragedy, so it's understandable that I cried like this for the first time."
Da Jingchao's opera is not weak, but it has a little more routines and lacks depth, but it is still above average, so since Lu Zheng wants to come up with something, he naturally has to use a big weapon.
As for Butterfly Lovers, it is the top story no matter where it is, and paired with music, it is a complete one-of-a-kind story, even higher than the story of The White Snake.
"Woooooooo..."
After the song ended, Liu Qingyan finally stopped crying slowly, then took the toilet paper one by one and began to wipe her tears and blow her nose.
While wiping and stroking, he said, "I have never heard such a touching story."
"Okay, okay, it's just a story. If you like to hear it, I'll tell it to you later."
"Any more stories?"
"Of course, although your husband's other abilities are not great, he has enough stories to tell."
"Then why didn't you tell me before?"
"Aren't you afraid of making you cry?"
"Uuuuuuuuuah... Qingyan looked ugly just now!"
“It’s not ugly, it’s very pretty!”
"Woo——"
