After all the hardships, happiness comes, and time comes.
The Futang Theater Company resumed operations, and there was a welcome and send-off of its own.
Now that Lou Yunxian has a righteous deed and is blessed, he is in the limelight and is very popular. How can Lou Wenliang not take advantage of the popularity of the news to make a fortune.
In the next few days, new plays were performed every day, and many people came here to sit there. There was no time to sit down for the new show and the old one. The shoes and socks of the waiters in the Futang Theater Troupe had several pairs of shoes and socks worn out.
Seeing such benefit, the owner of the building, whose face was originally full of bitterness and hatred, turned into a happy smile after a few days of success, and the ambiguity and depression of the past were swept away.
Song Siyuan originally wanted to bring Yue Guanchao to support them, but Song Zhencheng and his wife had to go overseas to return to work. She could only stay with her parents these days, having tea and family dinners, and attending meetings and visits.
After Foreign Minister Song left, they had free time to visit Futang Theater.
On this day, a golden gauze hung on the horizon, and the pavilions disappeared into darkness. Yue Guanchao and Song Siyuan received a letter from Lou Yunxian and hurried to Futang Theater.
As soon as we arrived at the venue, all the theatergoers had dispersed. Lou Yunxian washed off his makeup and came out from the backstage with his hair disheveled.
She looked at Yue Guanchao with a mysterious expression on her face:
"You guys came just in time. Someone just sent a flower basket and put a letter in it, and he wanted to give it to you by name."
"Give me?"
Yue Guanchao didn't know why.
"Yes, these letters were originally invited by movie and theater fans to sing in the hall. I don't know why the letters for you were sent here."
After Lou Yunxian finished speaking, he took out the letter.
Yue Guanchao opened the envelope and took a look. Inside was an invitation with clear ink characters and gold sprinkles. The meaning was very clear:
The Taijun of the Tang Dynasty was about to have his birthday in the middle of the month. He invited the famous Yunxian of Jiaolou to come to the house to sing in the hall. He also invited Yue Guanchao and Song Siyuan to come and talk about old things together.
"The Tang Mansion invited me to sing in the Tang Hall long before I went to Jinmen. I always knew that Tang Gelin was a flower clerk, so I found an excuse to excuse him."
"He's here again today. Could it be that he was doing something wrong or had some crooked idea?"
Lou Yunxian was so angry when she mentioned the Tang family now. She almost lost her reputation, all thanks to the Tang family's mother and son. How could they look good when she mentioned it.
Yue Guanchao had been waiting for news from the Tang government these days. He looked at Lou Yunxian:
"Don't worry, this is not for you. The old witch has already vented her anger on me and will ask me to come over again to make up my mind. It's probably time."
"I would like to ask, would you like to go to the singing hall?"
"Go, why not go."
At this moment, Lou Yunxian's eyes became extremely determined: "After this experience, I finally understood that hiding is always useless. If I don't succeed this time, there will be another trick next time. They dare to invite me to sing." Tang Hui, maybe I’m still afraid of them.”
When Lou Wenliang saw his apprentice was so determined, he knew he couldn't persuade her and looked at everyone:
"The letter inviting Yunxian to the singing hall was true, but it didn't say that the theater troupe would not be allowed to come. When I take the theater troupe with me to celebrate my birthday, maybe the Tang Mansion can kick us out."
"When the time comes, I will also take care of you."
"how?"
Everyone nodded after hearing the words of Leader Lou, and Song Siyuan's eyes lit up:
"I think it's okay. Although we can nip it in the bud, everyone shouldn't treat death as if it were life or trying to survive a catastrophe."
"I asked someone to check, and it turns out that the birthday of that old witch Zhang is indeed in this month. We were not the only guests invited that day. Even if they really wanted to do something, they wouldn't choose it on the day of her birthday. Most of them just wanted to take advantage of the banquet. thing."
"Then, we feel a lot more at ease."
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Fengtian, Tangjiazhuang, Tangfu
When Yue Guanchao received the invitation, it was only a few days before the middle of the month. They calculated the date and set off for Tangjiazhuang with the Futang Opera Troupe.
As soon as we arrived at the archway, before we even reached the front door of the mansion, people who came to congratulate us on birthdays had already lined up for miles. Cars, sedans, horses and ants were walking on the stone road, and we could hear smiling faces and birthday wishes coming and going.
The troupe stopped the carriage, and the famous actors walked on foot in front of the mansion. When the housekeeper saw the Futang troupe sign coming, he quickly raised his voice and sang a birthday song:
"The Futang Theater Troupe came to celebrate the old lady's birthday. They presented a 10% discount to "Ma Gu's Birthday" and wished the old lady good fortune like the East China Sea and longevity as long as the Southern Mountains."
After delivering the greetings and welcoming them into the house, Yue Guanchao and the others were led by the old housekeeper through the corridor and across the building into the Tang Family Theater.
In the homes of high-ranking gentry, a theater is a must-have venue. The Tang Mansion belongs to a first-class family in Tangjiazhuang, so the theater is naturally not unconventional.
The garden is open and bright in all directions. In front of the row of rooms on the north wall is a classical theater building. Colorful silk wedding tents were erected on the east and west sides, and it was bustling with guests.
Opposite the south side of the theater is the Ziyu Pavilion. The upper and lower floors are covered with reed mats and bead curtains. You can look around from everywhere. In midsummer, water wheels can be poured onto the building, so you can watch the theater and enjoy the cool air.
As soon as they entered the garden, Futang's class was led to the theater upstairs to dress up and sing. He and Song Siyuan continued to move forward and stepped onto the second floor of Ziyu Pavilion.
There were pear wood tables and chairs, a screen incense burner, and Ms. Zhang was sitting on a soft cushion, looking towards the theater with her glasses.
The actors on the stage were singing gracefully, which made the theater very lively, but Yue Guanchao only felt that this was a banquet at Hongmen.
