"Oh, the trap of Wuyuan... No, the matter of Wuyuan is finally settled." Chen Luo stretched out, opened his mouth, and Luo Hongnu immediately put a piece of sliced honeydew melon into Chen Luo's In the mouth.
Luo Hongnu chuckled: "Master Hou, you are so relaxed. You just threw all the details of the martial arts academy to Sister Yun. I haven't seen anyone from Sister Yun in the past two days."
Chen Luo sighed: "Wen Xiang and the heads of several major academies in Zhongjing are here, aren't they? This coolie is not in vain. I can't persuade Sixth Senior Sister to go through it one by one."
"Isn't that for you, Mr. Hou? You are not satisfied with the blessings that have fallen on you, Mr. Hou." Luo Hongnu handed Chen Luo another cup of tea, and then said, "Master Hou, "The Romance of the West Chamber" has been rehearsed. Yes, the show can start at any time.”
"Yeah!" Chen Luo nodded. This time the martial arts academy was opened, and the family gurus who supported him in Leyacheng's opening of the port last time all came. Chen Luo planned to take advantage of the situation and tell the story about the pre-sale of "The Romance of the West Chamber". and solved.
"Speaking of which, have you taught all the little songs I asked you to teach before?" Chen Luo suddenly thought of something and asked Luo Hongnu about it. Luo Hongnu smiled and said: "How could Hongnu forget the Marquis's instructions? Already We arranged to teach it, and now Mr. Nan and the others are singing it every day, and everyone in the city who can sing has almost caught up with "Female Consort"."
"Well, that's good..." Chen Luo lay down again and opened his mouth. Luo Hongnu put the freshly peeled fruit into Chen Luo's mouth.
…
"Mr. Nan, please sing the ditty you sang yesterday again!"
"Yes, yes! Mr. Nan, sing another song!"
Nan Yuanxi, who had just finished speaking a section of "Dragon and the Eight Parts", looked embarrassed and cupped his hands: "Everyone, my throat is not feeling well today. It is not suitable for such a tune. It is really..."
Having said this, Nanyuan Xi patted the Xingmu in his hand and opened his mouth to sing——
"A bright moon shines in the west wing!"
"The twenty-eighth beauty Yingying Matchmaker!"
"Three times, Zhang Sheng is invited to come to the banquet!"
"No one is jumping over the pink wall!"
…
Jin Helan and Zhu Hesong, two great scholars, were sitting in the flower pavilion of the town guard mansion. They listened with great scholar's ears to the little song Nan Yuanxi was humming in the morning teahouse in the distance. They tapped their hands on their legs and hummed along softly.
"Sister is embroidering a sachet in the room and embroidering all kinds of people in the west chamber."
"The one embroidered on this side is Miss Cui, and the one embroidered on the other side is Zhang Xiucai."
Jin Helan shook his head, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, sighing: "Brother Zhu, why do I always feel that this song is very suitable for me?"
"It seems that if this little song has a profession, I would also be one of them!"
Zhu Hesong, the great scholar, was surprised and looked at Jin Helan: "Brother Jin, how come you... feel exactly the same as me!"
The two looked at each other and shook their heads slightly: "That's weird...that's weird..."
After a while, Jin Helan suddenly said: "By the way, why don't we have tickets for the premiere! This can't be done! I have to talk to Qin Zhenshou."
Zhu Hesong quickly grabbed Jin Helan and said, "You're so angry... You and I are already the guardians of Dongcang City. We don't need theater tickets! You can go at any time with your identity token!"
"Oh, really? Is there such a thing?"
"Yeah, that's what I think. Beat me out if you can..."
Jin Helan: (｀ー′)
…
Du Qizhong returned alone to the residence arranged for him by the governor's mansion. The power of his family, country and world was used to completely envelope the room.
Du Qizhong then put away the smile on his face and took off his disguise for the past two days.
He didn't like Dongcang, he hated seeing the smiles on those people's faces.
Food is everywhere, everyone is dressed in fine clothes, singing and laughing.
Luxurious and light!
How dare a child argue with his parents!
The apprentice can actually distinguish the truth from the teacher!
The legitimate son and the concubine are treated the same!
People can openly comment on world affairs and discuss masters and great scholars!
What words! What a mess!
What a place of the holy way, what a place of enlightenment!
Where is the etiquette! Where is the dignity and inferiority!
Du Qizhong was angry. He saw with his own eyes a tough wife chasing and beating her husband. The husband just smiled and stood there and let his wife scold him. Passers-by laughed and laughed.
He saw with his own eyes young men and women walking side by side, laughing and talking. People around him turned a blind eye.
He saw with his own eyes a woman stopping a handsome warrior to express her love. A group of young warriors booed and writhed.
The husband guides his wife! Doesn't anyone here know?
Men and women are not allowed to kiss each other! Doesn't anyone here understand?
What a shameless city!
This kind of city should be wiped off the map with a slap!
Du Qizhong sneered, "Everyone is like a dragon?"
If everyone is like a dragon, where is the superiority and inferiority? Just ridiculous.
Du Qizhong frowned even more when he heard the sound of a woman singing in the Grand Theater outside the window. He waved his hand and closed the window, blocking out the crisp sound.
Everyone thought that Du Qizhong was studying the Analects of Confucius, but little did they know that he was studying Neo-Confucianism.
The science of alchemy!
This time, I came here to explore the way!
Du Qizhong glanced at the theater ticket for "The Romance of the West Chamber" in his hand, "Lovers will eventually get married? So why do you need parents to order a matchmaker?"
"It's simply against human ethics!"
"I'll just stay one more day and see how crazy you are!"
…
Dongcang Martial Academy.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this Dongcang Martial Arts Academy feels more impressive than our Zheliu Academy!" Kong Tianfang looked at the martial arts academy information handed to him by Yun Siyao with a jealous look on his face.
"Look, look, there are only three secret realms! And there are flesh and blood to suppress them!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the chief instructor of the martial arts academy is actually a first-grade Wuli Great Sage!"
"Huh? Scholarship? What is this?"
"Taoist Scholarship, City Lord's Mansion Scholarship, huh? Jin Guagua Scholarship? Huh? Minister Wen, since when did the Martial Academy have a Confucian Scholarship?"
"We at Zheliu Academy don't have any scholarships! Wenchang Pavilion wants to give me an explanation!"
Yan Baichuan glared at Kong Tianfang, want to defraud me of the budget? no way!
Can Wenchang Pavilion not get some incense for Dongcang Martial Academy? Haven't you seen how generous Daomen is in his actions?
The avenue of spiritual practice has begun to involute!
Yun Siyao smiled faintly: "The Confucius Academy and the Martial Arts Academy are also short of a director!"
Kong Tianfang suddenly became interested: "Really? But I am a great Confucian scholar..."
"My junior brother said that the martial arts academy is the martial arts academy for everyone in the world. Could it be that there is a great Confucian academy, the first martial arts academy, that does not study martial arts but instead studies literature?"
Kong Tianfang nodded and looked at Yan Baichuan. Yan Baichuan sighed: "We'll talk about it when we get back."
After saying that, Yan Baichuan looked at Yun Siyao again and said helplessly: "Xiao Yao'er, I have watched you grow up. You are half a senior brother. Don't embarrass me. In this way, Wenchang Pavilion's investment will be increased by another 30%. how!"
Yun Siyao nodded with satisfaction and was about to continue the next topic when he suddenly frowned slightly and turned his head to look in one direction.
"What's wrong?" Kong Tianfang asked.
Yun Siyao snorted softly: "I sensed a smell of decay... Nothing, let's continue."
"I'll finish the matter in the day and won't disturb the seniors watching the show in the evening!"
Kong Tianfang touched his beard: "That's right! If it weren't for this show, why would I do this for free!"
All the great scholars present laughed.
…
As night falls, the Dongcang Theater is brightly lit.
"Cui Yingying Waits for the Moon in the West Chamber", the show is about to begin!
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