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Festival 68 North Wind

Pingjiang Prefecture, above the city wall.

The bitter north wind brought a hint of coolness, and the flags on the top of the city floated gently in the north wind, occasionally stretching, revealing the word "Qin" on the flag.

On the city wall, a slender man with dark skin stood quietly in the north wind, looking at the endless fireworks in the distance and silently.

A strong man with a bronze bell in his eyes and a armor stood respectfully behind the black-faced man.

Suddenly, a man ran up the city wall, looked at the black-faced man without daring to disturb him, walked to the soldier, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The soldier nodded and signaled the man to stand aside. He slowly walked to the black-faced man and whispered:

"Sir, there is news."

"Oh." The black-faced man looked slightly moved, and finally turned around and looked at the person who had just run up.

"See the Lord of the Palace." The man immediately knelt down on one knee.

"Please get up." The black-faced man helped him up, "Thank you for your hard work, what's the situation?"

"Report to the Lord, Zhang Ziqi surrendered to Chen Jun and slandered you in the court. The party Shen is powerful and Lord Huang is unable to support him... Even if you return the Jin people this time, it will be difficult."

The man looked unhappy, but he seemed not to be the subordinate of the black-faced man.

"Zhang Ziqi...I understand." The black-faced man sighed, "Is my son still safe?"

"Although there were twists and turns, I still entered the city safely..." At this point, the man wanted to speak but stopped.

"Why stutter?"

"There are a few strange things..." The man said the story of the heavenly beings descended to earth, the gods giving pills, and the Shi Jin family's family was hit by natural disasters. Although the details are not as detailed as those of Xiao Heng and others, at least the content has not been deified too much.

"Okay, I understand." The black-faced man waved his hand and told the man to report the message to the man with tactful farewell.

Only the original two remained on the city wall.

"Uncle Qin Er, sister Yu'er..." Shi Jia was quite worried.

"It should be nothing." The strong man with black face thought for a while and suddenly said to himself, "After all, the golden man has not retreated, and it is not time for the rabbit to die and the dog to steam it."

"The strange man from the sky... Could it be that the remnant of Fang La is taking the opportunity to cause trouble again?"

"I can't control that much anymore." The strong man with a black face looked at the north with a worried look. "The Jin people went south this time without reason, and they were fighting desperately... I think there will be a shocking change in the north. Unfortunately, the connections left by Wu Mu have been exhausted by the official family, and this move is nothing different from the eyes... I have no news about the matter in the north."

“…”

"Are you willing?"

"What if you are willing? So what if you are unwilling?" The black-faced man sighed, "I just hope that the official family will remember my old love, don't make things difficult for me."

The soldier opened his mouth and tried to speak, but he held it back.

Today's official...

...I am not someone who values ​​love and righteousness.

...

Xiao Heng, who was in the Qin Mansion, did not know what kind of pressure the people guarding the northern gate of the Southern Song Dynasty were carrying. Something has caused him a headache in recent days...

...Xiaodie, the girl, went to the "Xu Xian" for nothing, and the most important problem was that the two ladies didn't think there was anything, so Xiao Heng naturally had no position to care about this matter.

only……

……never mind.

Xiao Heng himself was also busy buying and making various props, stage sets and other stage effects, which required him to design them from scratch... So although it was awkward to watch Xiaodie wander around "Xu Xian", he could only pray that this girl was just chasing stars.

In the Southern Song Dynasty, various opera schools had not yet been born, but there were still prototypes of folk art.

For example, the soundtrack, such as singing, etc. But most of the stage effects are implicated by the audience... For example, in the Peking Opera clip, the four followers behind the general represent the details such as thousands of troops, etc., not only need to be implicated, but also need to understand the culture in it to be more fully implicated.

Modern stage plays have become more specific than the comedy and dramas of this era. "The Legend of the White Snake" brought by Xiao Heng not only introduces modern stage play performance forms, but also pays more attention to the stage effect.

Stage style is both stage art, including sets, lighting, makeup, costumes, effects, props, etc.

For example, spotlights, smoke effects, or even how to restore a certain scene, etc.... Since the ancients did not have this concept yet, Xiao Heng could only do everything himself to achieve the best effect.

Fortunately, although there are many things, they are all solving them one by one.

On that day, after Xiao Heng finished his morning class, he went to Lin'an Mansion again in the afternoon. Naturally, the place where he came was still Zhang Fang's tea shop.

"Young Master, you are here."

The fat white man Zhang Fang seemed extremely enthusiastic.

"Well, what happened to you last time?" Xiao Heng asked.

If you want to gain a foothold in the city, you need a base in the city. Before, Xiao Heng took advantage of the hot market and made two more mirrors, making more than 1,000 taels. It is unlikely that you can buy a large enough property, but renting a small yard can make you live for a long time.

"I've asked all of them, but... something went wrong on the stage." Zhang Fang looked at Xiao Heng and stopped talking.

"Oh? Is it because the appointment is not available?" Xiao Heng asked strangely.

Before, Xiao Heng got rid of Zhang Fang and went to get the stage. This kind of place always came out after singing. The entire Lin'an Mansion is the most famous of these stages, so there must be some difficulties in making an appointment... But what Xiao Heng didn't think about was this difficulty.

"This... the other party just said, let you go for an interview in person."

Zhang Fang's face was embarrassed.

Xiao Heng looked at Zhang Fang's face and slowly recalled his thoughts: "What? Isn't the other party a good way?"

"Yes." Zhang Fang replied affirmatively, "There are many difficult characters in places like Wa City."

Although Zhang Fang didn't say it directly, Xiao Heng could imagine that such a place must be a place where dirt is hidden. But he never thought that being a gangster in the Southern Song Dynasty was reasonable and legal??

Of course, on the surface, they are not called gangsters, but a certain society. For example, before, Aunt Baitong had been entangled with a group of rascals and scoundrels who set up a "Baitong Society", and they mostly did ill-work.

Through Zhang Fang's introduction, the association in which the officials in Wa City is called "Jing'an Society", and all those who make a living in Wa City are under the jurisdiction of this "Jing'an Society"... The problem is that if the government has something to do, it will actually find this community to solve it! So this community has become a half-black and half-white community with some administrative functions.

When Xiao Heng heard this, he couldn't help but feel a headache.

Half black and half white... Isn't this similar nature to that tooth? On the one hand, it helps the government collect taxes, while on the other hand, it uses the energy from the official side to fight for power and profit to suppress dissidents.

"It sounds like it's very difficult? Go and ask someone out to chat." Xiao Heng thought about it and decided to talk first.

"Young Master?" Zhang Fang was shocked when he heard this.

"Since the other party has already drawn a few words, I will naturally pick him up." Xiao Heng narrowed his eyes, and Zhang Fang felt a chill behind him, but she didn't know where the chill came from.
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