At the dinner table, the black-faced man kept telling Bai Xiu about the content of "The Female Consort".

"Madam, you don't know, this scene is so good!"

"Just a woman, disguised as a man, and got the top prize!"

"You tell me whether it looks good or not!"

Bai Xiu swallowed a mouthful of porridge and fell into deep thought, thinking that the name was indeed somewhat new, but hearing the black-faced man describe it like this, it didn't seem that good-looking.

Think about it carefully again.

Didn't the black-faced man's introduction just explain the word "female consort"?

When he was a child, he went to school and his husband specially taught him. But his educational level was still at the school level?

Zhao Hao was eating with his head down, feeling a little amazed in his heart.

His instructions to Wolong Fengchu were for the Qingyue class to rehearse as soon as possible. When they were almost done, they would go directly to the Grand Theater to rehearse for the people to watch for free. They must hone the Typhoon to be more rounded and suitable.

Of course, the first half of "The Female Consort" will always be available to the public for free viewing.

In the second half, he was of great use.

I just didn't expect the Qingyue class to be so efficient. They just took it out for rehearsals in just one afternoon.

Zhao Hao looked at the black-faced man who was blushing and had no intention of eating. He couldn't help but asked with a smile: "Dad, how is the business of that troupe?"

“It wasn’t great at the beginning, but I only came to see it and didn’t leave until the end.”

The black-faced man laughed and said: "You don't know! There are so many old ladies..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized something was wrong, and quickly added: "It doesn't look very good, so I don't even bother to watch it. I just focus on watching the show."

Bai Xiu: "..."

Zhao Hao: "..."

The old man covered his face and pretended not to hear.

…

In the next few days, Kyoto seemed to be a lot quieter.

There are only two things that are quite noisy.

One thing is about the female consort. After word of mouth spread, the other side of Xinyue Tea House would be crowded with people every night.

After all, both the singing and the script of this drama are extremely novel, and the actors' acting skills are also quite superb. Both in terms of accessibility and artistry, it surpasses all dramas today.

Unfortunately, the place is too small and most people can't squeeze in at night.

There were even some ruthless people who showed up early in the morning to take a seat with rations, waited until evening, and then left directly after watching half an hour of the show.

Later, a few old theater troupes that had been dead for a long time simply collapsed and copied the Qingyue Troupe's plays outside. Unexpectedly, they actually made a lot of bad money.

It's a pity that their singing style is very old and obscure, and their acting skills are dull and wooden.

After just a few waves of money being defrauded, the people noticed that something was wrong. Everyone in the Huang country had a bad temper. In just three days, there were several cases of people smashing the stage and beating people.

Damn it!

Someone else's genuine song sang so well and they didn't charge any money.

You pirate, you sing like shit, how can you have the nerve to accept money?

We went to the other side of Xinyue Tea House to grab seats and fight. If we were cheated by you, can we spare you?

As for the other thing…

White Horse Club.

Fang Yi is worried, he has been sitting in the White Horse Club scratching his head every day these days.

The number of poems on the list has increased to more than seventy. He has already spent a lot of money to pay literati from various countries, but many of them have not been obtained yet.

You know, everyone passes credit to the fastest arrow pigeon.

This kind of pigeon has the blood of a ferocious bird. Even the country of Yan, which is the farthest away from the desert country, should have sent the poem back in three days and three nights!

He casually grabbed a young man and said, "I bought three poems from you, why haven't they arrived yet?"

The young man was about to burst into tears: "Mr. Fang! It's really not our fault. At first we were curious why the arrow pigeons hadn't arrived yet, but later we found out that those damn people from the wilderness were shooting around our residence every day.

Pigeons play!”

Fang Yiru was confused: "Shoot, shoot pigeons for fun?"

The young man nodded helplessly: "Let alone poetry now, we can't even receive letters from home! Yesterday I went to a restaurant for dinner, and the hall was full of people drinking pigeon soup. I looked like an arrow pigeon, so I went out to argue with the shopkeeper, but he

It must have been a domestic pigeon, but later I reported it to the police, and the policeman kept his eyes open and told lies that it was a domestic pigeon."

Fang Yiru: “…”

The young man asked: "Sir, do you have anything else to say?"

Fang Yiru sighed: "If you can't deliver your poems, the money will have to be refunded!"

The young man glanced at Fang Yiru, his heart filled with disdain.

We, the five countries of the Central Plains...oh no! Qi country does not count!

The four countries in the Central Plains are in the same spirit. We are here anxious to help you, but you are thinking about our money all day long?

Thank you for living so many years!

But he still nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Fang! If it can't be delivered within a hundred days, we will definitely refund the money to you!"

After saying that, he no longer wanted to pay attention to Fang Yiru, and turned around and left.

Fang Yiru sighed, left the White Horse Guild Hall with his hands behind his back, and rushed towards the Fang family's base camp.

The White Horse Guild Hall is just the place where the four countries of the Central Plains discuss matters!

Only in the Fang family’s base camp are the real ones!

Along the way, Fang Yiru endured the pointing fingers of the people on the street, and ran back to the base camp like a mouse crossing the street. He shouted loudly as soon as he entered the house.

"Jingyuan! Where is Jingyuan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man named Fang Jingyuan rushed over: "Second Grandpa!"

Fang Yiru asked eagerly: "Didn't I ask you to buy poems from literati in the wilderness? How many poems have you bought now?"

Fang Jingyuan felt a little guilty and whispered: "So far, I have bought a total of seventeen songs!"

Fang Yiru silently calculated it, and realized that with all the poems he had on hand now, there were still more than forty poems left to fill the outer wall of Zhenguo Mansion.

So he became more and more irritable: "Why is it so small?"

Although it is an indisputable fact that the cultural heritage of Huang Country is weak, in fact, among the older generation, there are still many people with good literary talents. How come you only bought seventeen songs after being so old?

Fang Jingyuan had a grimace on his face: "Second Grandpa, you don't know! Those people from the wilderness are more courageous than the others. I contacted several of them secretly. As soon as I said I wanted to buy poems, they told me to get out! Just these seventeen poems, or...

I relied on my relationship with Prime Minister Xun's youngest son and asked him to help me fool him."

So that’s it!

Fang Yiru was itching with hatred. He didn't expect these barbarians in the wilderness to be so united when it came to the dignity of the country.

Forget about shooting pigeons.

Not even selling poems?

It’s really annoying!

Although there are only more than forty poems left now, the reserves of the four countries have actually been squeezed out almost completely, and the predicament of the Arrow Pigeon will be difficult to get out of in a short while without the arrests of the Huang country.

Where should I find these forty songs?

He waved his hand feebly: "Continue to pay attention. If you have the opportunity to come into contact with wild poetry, you must not reveal your identity. Even if it is more expensive, you must get it for me!"

"yes!"

Fang Jingyuan nodded solemnly.

"Okay! Go down!"

After driving Fang Jingyuan away, Fang Yiru sat tremblingly on the steps, looking helplessly at the sky.

Forty poems...

This gap is too big!
Chapter completed!