"Alas..." A heavy sigh came from the teahouse.
The waiter made a pot of good tea and looked at Mr. Hu, who always liked to brag to outsiders, sitting on a chair and sighing alone, and said with a smile: "Second Master, is there anything you can't deal with today? Why don't you? Are you just sighing when you talk?"
Then Mr. Hu shook his head dejectedly: "Hey...boy, I'm afraid you haven't heard of it yet. Our Wan Anbo has a new work. Opera! Have you heard of it?"
The waiter shook his head, and a person at the next table answered: "I heard someone say yesterday that it was a new style created by Mr. Hou. A group of people sang a story on the stage, and it was so vivid. And... Even if you are illiterate, after watching this opera, you can still feel like a worldly person."
"Is there such a thing?" Another tea guest asked immediately.
Mr. Hu rolled his eyes: "Just wait, the news will spread soon."
After saying that, Mr. Hu sighed again: "Alas... We, Zhongjing, are so awesome! In the past, when the Marquis was here, Zhongjing would come first if anything was not important. Even if the Marquis is gone, the storytelling profession , we are also like this..."
As he said this, Mr. Hu gave a thumbs up, but soon his face became lonely again.
"Now that there is opera, we in Zhongjing have to wait in line just like those shabby people."
"Dongcang City must be there first, then we can follow!"
"Where are we in the capital city? The capital of the most virtuous people! When have I ever been wronged like this and have to follow others? But now, I really have to follow others."
"Lao Hu, I feel very uncomfortable!"
"Then... that... that is Wan Anbo in the hearts of our old and young men in Zhongjing! If you look around and listen, there are people all over the world. Now that's all I can say. Even if the two princes are involved, the one who speaks the most smoothly It’s also me Wan Anbo. Do you hear me? Me!”
"Originally...originally...we Zhongjing people should have patted our chests and said: Opera belongs to Zhongjing!"
"Now, it's gone..."
"Why--"
Mr. Hu's last deep sigh came out, mixed with a hint of crying. Almost at the same time, all the tea drinkers in the teahouse suddenly felt that the tea in their cups was no longer fragrant after listening to Mr. Hu's words, and sighed in unison. ——
"well……"
…
"Alas..." In the Linglong Tower, Han Sanniang felt depressed as she listened to the oiran singing.
"Okay, okay, stop singing." Han Sanniang waved her hands, turned her head and looked at Liu Jingzhuang, who was drinking by herself, and sighed: "My good poet, please hold your hand high and write another one for Linglonglou. Qu bar.”
"During this period, these songs have been played over and over again, and the guests are tired of hearing them."
"In other words, just by relying on a few songs by you and Wu Hou to support the stage, I, Linglong Tower, can still be called the leader of the brothel. If it goes down, it may not necessarily be the case."
Liu Jingzhuang smiled slightly: "Sanniang, you asked the wrong person."
Han Sanniang was stunned: "Ci Sheng Xianggong, what do you mean?"
Liu Jingzhuang said: "Go find my brother Chen Xian!"
Hearing this, Han Sanniang smiled bitterly: "Liu Daru, don't make fun of me as an old bustard. Wuhou is thousands of miles away in Dongcang. Whenever he has a new song, it will be spread all over the world. I, Linglong Tower, will take it. It’s not new at all!”
Liu Jingzhuang nodded to Han Sanniang: "You, haven't you heard that old saying? If the mountain doesn't come, I will do it. If I go, I will do it."
After all, Han Sanniang was also a talented woman back then, otherwise she would not be able to secure her position as the head of Linglong House. She instantly understood what Liu Jingzhuang meant and smiled: "My husband is joking again. Even if I sent people all the way to find the Marquis, is it possible that the Marquis still returns?" Will you give me special poems for Linglong Tower?"
"You can't let me move Linglong Tower to Dongcang City!"
"Why not?" Liu Jingzhuang threw a jade slip to Han Sanniang. Han Sanniang took the jade slip and explored it slightly, and her face suddenly changed.
"This... drama?"
""Female Consort"?"
"Tian Yusu! I am angry at the world after watching a show!"
"theater!"
Han Sanniang looked up at Liu Jingzhuang in shock.
Liu Jingzhuang continued to pour himself a glass of wine: "Yesterday Brother Chen Xiandi wrote to me, mentioning that in the next few months, at least hundreds of thousands of people will pour into Dongcang City, and they will continue to pour in."
"His newly built theater is in urgent need of musicians who are good at playing and actors who are good at singing."
"Sanniang, what do you think? Are you willing to go to Dongcang City to open up the world again?"
"Entertaining people with sex is just a shameless way."
“Isn’t it beautiful to be on the stage and educate everyone?”
The jade slip in Han Sanniang's hand fell to the ground with a clatter. At this moment, her heart was confused.
Although Linglong Tower says it is not in the business of selling flesh and blood, and most of the girls in the building are housekeepers, in the final analysis, it is still a business of selling laughter.
It's always disgraceful.
But going to Dongcang?
What about Zhongjing?
Linglong Tower has been passed down for thousands of years, what if it ends in your own hands?
Liu Jingzhuang didn't seem to notice Han Sanniang's state. He poured another glass of wine, filled it up, pushed the glass in front of Han Sanniang, and said softly: "If in the future, the world's operas will be exquisite, this will last forever!"
Han Sanniang was startled and suddenly woke up. She drank the wine handed to her by Liu Jingzhuang in one gulp. She saluted seriously to Liu Jingzhuang for the first time, stood beside the bed in the private room, and shouted——
"Girls!"
"Pack up the soft stuff!"
"Let's go to Dongcang——"
Liu Jingzhuang stood up slowly: Very good, it's time to go to the next house.
Should we go to Manfang Pavilion first? Or Yutanglou?
Anyway, it's either "the world's opera comes from Man Fang" or "the world's opera comes from Yutang"!
Liu Jingzhuang, you are awesome!
On that day, the eight major brothels in Zhongjing City drove north, heading towards the road of opera. Later generations wrote a poem praising it -
Eight brothels invaded the east sky,
Opera has a long history.
How many things can happen in a small world?
After singing love and hate, sing Yan Liang.
…
Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
Not to mention the changes in the brothel in Zhongjing City for now, all the major aristocratic families are also busy at this time.
the first.
"Where is the fourth wife? Come on, come on, let her clean up."
"Dad, Qing'er is still three months pregnant, don't let her struggle!"
"You know nothing! Dongcang City Tian Yusu! Do you understand, Tian Yusu!"
"As long as he can be born in Dongcang City, the child in Qing'er's belly may be favored by heaven!"
"Don't say anything. Let's go check and find out who else in our branch is pregnant. All of them will be transferred to the direct line and sent to Dongcang City together."
"Go and do it quickly!"
The second home.
"Where's the girl? Where are those noisy little girls in the house?"
"Quick, quick, quick, I've made a prediction. As soon as the "Female Consort" comes out, there will be a lucky woman in Dongcang City."
"Hurry up and get some luck!"
"I have made a new family rule. The girls from my Hua family who go to Dongcang City are only allowed to recruit wives and not marry outsiders!"
"Go and do it quickly!"
The third house.
"Five million taels?"
"How can this little money be enough? My second brother wrote and said that the good areas in Dongcang City have been snapped up like crazy."
"Go quickly, sell the Tiandao Crystal accumulated at home for two yuan... no, three yuan, and then withdraw some from the public treasury to collect ten million taels to send to my second brother!"
"Hurry up and take action before those real aristocratic families take action."
"Hurry up, I heard that the Lord of Dongcang City is starting to consider purchasing restrictions and lotteries!"
"By the way, my second brother said that Dongcang City is in short supply of supplies. If I exchange five million taels of ten million li for supplies, I think it will be more valuable."
"Why are you still standing there?"
"Go and do it quickly!"
…
Inside Dongcang City.
"Female Consort" has been on its third day. Luo Hongnu and a group of entertainers perform almost five or six times a day. They are very busy. Nowadays, almost everyone in Dongcang City can hum a few words, "To save Li When Lang left his homeland, who would have expected him to be number one on the imperial list..."
Qin Dangguo and Yang Nanzhong were also very busy.
In addition to managing the newly entered population and making overall arrangements in all aspects every day, the Zhengshitang is constantly establishing new administration departments and constantly improving the entire administrative system of Dongcang City.
The same goes for Yang Nanzhong. In addition to being responsible for city security and patrol and rescue in Dayeling, he also had to arrange a team of people to stay in the theater to deal with the emotional audience.
The vague feeling of depression that existed above Dongcang City has long since dissipated. Now the citizens just hope that the theater will finish its round soon so that they can watch "The Female Consort" again!
It's just a pity that the flow of people brought in made them understand that there is probably no hope in the short term.
With the arrival of wealthy families, the number of private commissions from the Political Hall has also increased, taking a lot of the pressure off the city. The construction of luxurious mansions has also begun, and at the same time, brick and tile houses for ordinary people are rising from the ground, not to be outdone. Dongcang City finally sees a glimpse of the atmosphere of a big city.
But the man behind all this, the pride of Dongcang City, Wuhou Chen Luo, was sitting in the study, frowning at Wan Rencheng's letter.
"The barbarians are here, why are you writing a show?"
"Have you finished writing "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"?"
"Did Liu Bei become king?"
"This is a bunch of illiterate rough guys, just don't get angry, you don't care what they do!"
"Wouldn't it be nice to write more powerful generals and make more red cliffs?"
"Update quickly, otherwise military law will follow!"
"I heard that Tian Yusu from Dongcang City? There are some good seedlings in the army. I will send them to you right now."
"It's up to you how to arrange it, just don't kill me!"
Chen Luo curled his lips.
This soldier is becoming more and more rude to me.
Art, do you understand?
I heard that the original article "Reckless Man" made me realize Zhang Fei's charm!
Do you know "Dingjun Mountain"?
Have you never heard of "Jiamengguan"?
The Three Kingdoms Opera is a major repertoire in Peking Opera.
Don't come begging me then!
Oh, he also sent a hundred carts of supplies along with the letter? It's a big boss, so it's okay.
The military education is right! Every word is precious, every word is kind!
Chen Luo was taught a lesson.
But having said that, Chen Luo doesn't plan to put any more thought into opera for the time being. For the time being, "Female Consort" is enough. One performance can hold more than a thousand people, which is enough for the Eastern Cang Lun to rotate for half a year.
I still have to return to the days of updating.
Chen Luo spread out the paper and continued writing "Three Kingdoms".
A few days ago, I finished writing the chapter of "Three Qi Zhou Yu". This historical hero, a stepping stone in the book, only left a lament of "Now that Yu is born, why is Liang born?", ending his short life.
But the Three Kingdoms is like this. Once a flower dies, another flower blooms, leaving you no time to sigh.
In the previous chapter, Wolong mourned Zhou Gongjin.
In the next chapter, a fierce general marches thousands of miles.
Chen Luo picked up his pen and wrote on the paper——
"Ma Meng raised an army to avenge him, but Cao A kept it secret and cut off his beard and abandoned his robe"!
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