After the banquet, while going to change clothes and freshen up, Yang Yuyao could not help but complain to Yang Yuhuan.
You know that I don’t like that bastard, so why don’t you throw a child-baptism banquet for him?”
Yang Yuhuan let Zhang Yunrong recombine her bun, her eyes always fell on the playbook in her hand, and she murmured as if singing and reciting: "The door is hidden in the pear blossom courtyard, and the pink wall is as high as the blue sky... As high as the blue sky? Three
Can sister sing?"
“Ask you, I don’t really want to recognize that fat pig as my nephew. The whole book is 520.????”
"The saint said that he knew the languages of the six ethnic groups and the customs of the Hu people. I can't remember clearly. In short, he can only be used in the north and cannot treat the patients poorly." Yang Yuhuan did not raise his head and said casually: "I can't imitate Mei.
The concubine is cold and boring. Everything the saint likes is written in the lyrics, but the three words 'youthful' are just there to accompany her."
“Youth-like, youthful-looking, I am already thirty and still have to accompany the player’s family to drink.” Yang Yuyao is indeed bold, she dares to complain in front of the palace maid, and she pays attention to her true temperament.
Yang Yuhuan clearly watched the play seriously, but this sentence really caught on to his heart, and asked: "Isn't the third sister more than thirty? How can you become younger after recognizing a sworn brother?"
“You’re so annoying.” Yang Yuyao said, “Then guess what I like?”
"That turn of the eyes before leaving is really annoying. Xiudao is a young student, and his desire to arouse emotions can lead to a hard-hearted person." Yang Yuhuan sang another line in a low voice, frowned, looked doubtful, and said to himself: "This play should be...
How to sing it?"
After finishing her makeup and coming out, a palace maid immediately came forward to greet her and said: "My concubine, is the text of the play still in your hands? Can I send it to you and make a copy?"
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“This is the spoken word of the sage.”
“I won’t give it to you either.” Yang Yuhuan protected the scroll and stepped back, “I’ll talk about it after I’ve read it.”
Turning back to the hall, he saw Li Longji talking with Li Guinian about rehearsing the opera, looking quite serious.
For this emperor, governing the country was easy, but the change in dramatic form was a considerable challenge that required careful consideration.
“I just took a quick look and found that every twist in his opera is connected to a tune, and there are dozens of tunes in it.”
Li Guinian saluted and said, "Your Majesty, can you give me the opera for me to have a look at?"
“Well, Taizhen is back, quickly give the play to General Gao to have someone copy it.”
Yang Yuhuan saw that the saint was serious, so he had no choice but to hand it over.
Li Longji actually called Li Guinian over, stood behind the chamberlain who was copying the opera, and gave instructions.
This song is interesting. It is sung by an old woman, introducing Yingying and Matchmaker. It seems to be about trivial matters at home, as if it is ordinary, but in fact it is ingenious and well-organized. Every word is rare. I have thought about it.
How to arrange this song...
An Lushan sat watching this scene from a distance, feeling anxious. He wore the tiger head bellyband, hugged his big belly and asked from a distance: "Sage, what kind of fun dance is this? Can Hu'er dance?
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"No, no, no." Li Longji had an unprecedented drama about to appear in his mind, and he rejected An Lushan's participation with a wave of his hand, "You can only dance Hu Xuan folk dance, what I want to rehearse is elegant opera."
He had seen Gao Ya a lot in the past and it was too stale, so he found Hu Er's acting interesting. But once a new level opened up on Gao Ya, Hu Er was not qualified to see it.
The chamberlain had just copied a wedge, and Li Longji had already handed it to Li Guinian with his own hand, urging: "Come on, come on, Mr. Li, take a look."
An Lushan had no choice but to retreat, letting his flexible little eyes roll around, unable to think of a way.
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At night, there is peace and tranquility in Yuzhen Temple.
Li Tengkong knocked on the door and waited. Li Jilan opened the door and stood there wrapped in a quilt without combing his hair. Update faster xs520.
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There are scattered papers everywhere in the room. They are all the scraps of "The Romance of the West Chamber" written by Li Jilan during this period, which almost makes people have nowhere to start.
“Let’s talk in the back.”
The two of them walked around the screen, pulled it open slowly, and sat down on the couch.
Li Jilan seems to have not recovered from the story. She is a little dazed, speaking and doing things slowly. This symptom started a while ago, as if she has been at the desk for too long and has forgotten how to communicate with others.
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“Is Ji Lanzi sick?”
“No, I just feel empty.”
"You and I, as cultivators, are cultivating the obstacles in our hearts." Li Tengkong said: "It's getting late, so Xue Bai won't come. You don't have to wait, just rest early."
Xue Bai took the play away and said that he would come and tell her if there were any results. She was worried that Li Jilan would not be relieved, so she came here to tell her.
“Sir, you won’t come again in the future, will you?”
"He is a person who does not go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything."
Li Jilan was still looking forward to it, and said: "But this is a Taoist temple, not the Three Treasures Hall...
After writing The Romance of the West Chamber, both of them felt that something was missing, but fortunately they could still accompany each other. Late at night, Li Jilan asked Li Tengkong to stay, and the sisters and sisters crowded on the couch, feeling much more at ease.
After chattering for a long time, Li Tengkong gently patted Li Jilan's shoulder and said, "Go to sleep."
"Um."
Li Jilan turned his back, moved, pressed against her arm, and soon fell asleep.
Li Tengkong was about to put out the candle when he suddenly saw an open book under his pillow, so he picked it up and read it.
Looking at the dim candlelight in the room, I saw that the title of the book is "Youxian Cave", which seems to be about an official visiting the immortals in a cave. The words are very gorgeous, the description of the scene is "the haze is thin, the springs and rocks are clear", and the characters speak also. Elegant, it also showed a few delicate landscape paintings at the beginning, and she continued to look down.
Gradually, something seemed wrong.
Flip back again, and suddenly, a picture appears on the page, and the accompanying text on the other page is also quite gorgeous.
“There is no one to control my heart, and my emotions are uncontrollable. I join the Red Army, and my feet are covered with green quilts. Their lips are in contact with each other, and one arm supports their head...
Li Tengkong didn't want to look at it, but fortunately this thing was much more subtle than what Eleven Niang had given him before, so it wouldn't be too much of an eyesore. I think Li Lilan had filled it out in order to write a play. He was groggy that night, and the next day , unexpectedly I heard Jiaonu come to report Xue Bai early in the morning.
Li Tengkong somewhat blamed him, as there was no reason for the little girl to write a play. But when they arrived in the hall, seeing Xue Bai's serious look, it seemed that they were overthinking it.
“Sir, how are you?” Li Jilan didn’t show off and asked earnestly as soon as they met.
“Very good.” Xue Bai finally praised, “The saint is indeed interested, but he wants to make a bet with me...
When they heard that if they lost this rehearsal competition, the saint would grant Xue Bai a marriage, the expressions of the two women changed.
Then how can we win?”
“I know in my heart what effect I want, but I can’t describe it.” Xue Bai said, “It’s nothing more than casting and rehearsal, it’s just music, but there’s a lot to coordinate in all aspects of costumes.”
“Can we help too?” Li Jilan’s eyes suddenly lit up.
She thought that when the play was finished, the matter would come to an end, but at this moment she realized that it was actually just the beginning, and they would have to get along with each other for a long time.
Li Tengkong quickly pulled her and whispered: "We are cultivators and are not allowed to go on stage. The whole book is 520.????"
"Help with the planning. Sir has chosen the role. We can go there often to take a look." Li Jilan was quite excited. Li Tengkong swept the whisk lightly, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a struggle in his heart.
“I’m really not good at opera and music, so I’m tired.” Xue Bai said, “By the way, this matter can also make you two gain the favor of the saint.”
It sounds like they helped OA in order to promote their father and brother in the officialdom
The carriage stopped in front of Xue's house.
Mingzhu came down first, ordered the servants to carry down the gifts given by the saint, and said to Liu: "I heard that Xue's house in Xuanyangfang was about to be repaired, but Xue Lang said that he had other uses there, so he moved here first."
"The emperor's kindness is so great that the saint treated this child too favorably." Mrs. Liu was truly grateful to the saint for his generosity, and he also gave him a mansion and property.
Mingzhu had seen a lot, so he was not surprised and asked, "Is Miss Huangfu here? I have something to say to her."
Qinglan was still thinking about whether the concubinage was progressing too fast, so as not to delay Lang Jun's marriage to the wife of a wealthy family. When Mingzhu came to visit that day, she frowned when she saw her before she opened her face.
“How come you haven’t come through the door yet?”
"Ah I...
"If you don't move faster, you will still have a share when the saint gives the princess to Xue Bai. The concubinage must be done as soon as possible to stop the arrogance of those strong and arrogant girls from the mother's family."
Qinglan was frightened at first, then realized her shame and then became brave.
Mingzhu went over and said, "Last night, Mrs. Guo's house did not surrender Xue Lang's demon. I left it for you to surrender." Qinglan was puzzled at first, but after hearing this, her face turned red and she was at a loss.
“See for yourself.”
Mingzhu handed over a picture scroll and drifted away...
At night.
“Do you, Sir, take a bath?”
"Okay." Xue Bai looked down at the lines of his waist, nodded with satisfaction, and said to himself: "When you take a shower, you must also wash your eyes."
“What did Mr. Lang say?”
“You don’t understand, and you don’t need to understand.
Today Qinglan is different from usual. She is standing by the screen and wandering around, interpreting the fusion of lingering and not daring to stay for a long time.
"What are you doing?"
“I, I’ll wait until Mr. Lang has finished washing before washing.”
"Um?"
Xue Bai was very surprised. This was the first time he knew that Qing Lan used to use his bath water.
He himself felt very disgusted when he heard it, but she said: "There are many maids nearby who have been beaten to death. How can I dislike the husband's water? After all, it belongs to the husband."
"You are no longer a maid after you have given up your citizenship." Xue Bai was able to ease the embarrassment with jokes, teasing the little girl and saying: "I think you are too lazy to boil more water, so step back and I will boil water for you later."
, it’s a celebration of you.
"She is your concubine." Qinglan, who used to be as timid as a little white rabbit, suddenly became bold, walked behind Xue Bai, and asked in a low voice: "Does Mr. Lang want me to be your concubine?"
She actually asked him in turn. Xue Bai was unexpectedly silenced by the question.
After being silent for a while, I heard the sound of Cuicui behind me.
He didn't know what her expression was. He guessed that she was probably very nervous. She actually felt burdened by it and sat up awkwardly.
Sitting in the middle of the tub, leaving a space, and not turning around, until the sound of water splashing sounded, and the smooth and soft skin pressed against his back.
The bathtub is very small, like a tub.
The two of them were breathing heavily, as if they were back when they were huddled together.
This way, I won't let Mr. Lang boil the water." Qinglan's voice was trembling, but she still managed to keep calm.
That would really save trouble."
“Langjun, I can do your...demon, too.”
Xue Bai turned around with difficulty and saw that she was closing her eyes very hard, as if she was drowning. In fact, her head was still raised high, showing her beautiful neck. Then, she was very brave and asked: "Me too
Can I... cast down your demon?"
“You’re just afraid that you won’t be able to surrender.”
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There were a lot of decorations in the room. In the end, Qinglan was too nervous and didn’t use most of them. She forgot to light the red candles and drink the glass of wine.
I had a dream.
In the dream, she and Xue Bai were put into a vat again, this time it was a wine vat, and she became drunk soon after;
Xue Bai also got drunk. After getting drunk, he turned into a monster, which grew bigger and bigger. It seemed that he was going to crush the wine vat, and it was so crowded.
She was frightened and cried. She was in severe pain, breathless, and trembling. The water was getting colder and colder. Just when she thought she was going to die,
Xue Bai, who turned into a monster, gradually became gentle, wrapped her around her and flew out of the wine vat, leaping into the night sky.
The wine in the vat spilled all over the floor, and he used magic to take her higher and higher, into the clouds. This was the first time she had seen such a situation, and she felt the clouds wrapping her so softly.
But he was still flying upwards. She was very worried about this. She wanted to lower him, but there was no way. She was so weak that she couldn't hold down a monster. She could only be carried through the clouds with determination, until
I forgot my ambition because of the wonderful situation in heaven.
Her cultivation was weak after all, so she was eaten by monsters.
What a strange dream.
It’s really tiring too.
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The snow was still falling at dawn. There was no busy figure in the west backyard of Xue House that day, and there were more gentle conversations in the house.
“Lang Jun, I had a dream last night...Hey, please stop making fun of me.”
Qing Lan is very curious about all changes, such as waking up to the bed hugging each other, such as Xue Bai's different attitude towards her,
I want to talk about my feelings but don’t dare to.
Xue Bai didn't know much about concubinage and asked her vaguely what arrangements she needed, whether to hire a maid to take care of her, etc.
“No, I don’t have to do any rough work to begin with. I have to be helpful to my husband. Although it is useless to be of great use, taking good care of my husband is also of small use.
Xue Bai didn't know why she had such a sense of crisis. She seemed to think that he was a very snobbish person, which was inexplicable. Then he thought about giving her some title in the future, until he completely sobered up and realized that he was a bit depraved.
He is able to get a beautiful concubine now because the Battle of Stone Castle gave him a small share of credit. Thinking about it, it’s time to get up and do something.
“What has Xue Lang been busy with these past two days?”
“Take a concubine.“
“Since you have taken a concubine, you should marry a real wife as soon as possible.”
“This is the first time I’ve heard this from Brother Yan.”
That afternoon, Xue Bai arrived at Yan's house and listened to Yan Quanming's nonsense remarks, saying that it would be difficult to get a wife after giving birth to a bastard.
He was too lazy to listen to this and asked: "Would you like to go to the church together?"
Yan Quanming was stunned for a moment and asked: "Why?"
"Find some musicians."
"Oh well."
Jiaofang and Nanqu are different, but the Yan family brothers looked at each other, and their hearts still tended to think that Xue Bai was too romantic and was not a good match.
“By the way.” Yan Jiming asked, “You haven’t seen Wu Lang these days. What are you doing?”
“Help keep an eye on the new house in Xiuxuanyangfang. I’ll be there soon.”
Xue Bai knew why Du Wulang was so enthusiastic about this matter. He was simply worried that Xue Bai would not bring his brothers and sisters with him when he moved to Xuanyangfang.
These young men went to the Wang residence first to find Wang Zhongsi.
“How about asking the general to go to the workshop with us?”
Wang Zhongsi frowned and said: "Why should I deliberately defile myself? Who doesn't know that this is a trick?"
"It doesn't matter, they are all being held hostage by me anyway. The general just wants to see what Chang'an looks like when you are guarding it."
“You can’t blackmail me yet.”
Xue Bai smiled and said, "General, I told you that I will share the credit for your attack on Shibao City. Now that I am arranging the opera, I will also share the credit for you."
Although the loyal heir is old-fashioned, as a general, he is by no means ignorant. He changed his clothes and assumed the posture of taking a young man to see the world1
There are three jiaofang in Chang'an City. There is an inner jiaofang in Penglai Palace. Outside the palace, there are left and right jiaofang. The left jiaofang is in Yanzhengfang, also known as Changlefang, which is mainly about dance; the right jiaofang is in Guangzhaifang.
Mainly music.
The Jiaofang is responsible for the music envoys worshiped by the emperor, and the management is strict. Unmarried female musicians must live in the same place and are not allowed to go home at will. They can only meet the women in the family on the 26th of each month or on their birthdays.
Some of them have quite high salaries. For example, Xie Aman belongs to the Neijiaofang and receives a fifth-grade salary.
However, there are now 5,000 musicians in the church. As the saints get older, they come to the church less and less, and the governance becomes increasingly loose. Musicians often play privately in the homes of officials and dignitaries. This is how Li Guinian used this method.
He made a fortune and built a mansion in Luoyang.
Female musicians are not out of reach of everyone. For example, the famous singer Pang Sanniang often dresses up to perform for people. Her makeup skills are extremely good, and she can still look beautiful even though she is old.
Also, female musicians can marry when they reach a certain age. For example, during the Kaiyuan period, the famous envoy Pei Auntie, who was more famous than Xu Hezi, committed adultery with a handsome young man Zhao Wuyou and murdered her husband.
All in all, Jiaofang is completely different from a place like Nanqu that is considered prostitute, but in a place where beauties gather, the powerful will always find ways to steal sex.
Therefore, Yang Zhao often wanted Xue Bai to present poems to see Xu Hezi's beauty.
They arrived at Zuo Jiaofang outside the palace that day, wanting to decide on the candidate for Cui Yingying.
Wang Zhongsi walked in front with his hands behind his back, still acting like a commander-in-chief.
He does not think that this romantic method is useful. After all, saints are not stupid.
Xue Bai turned around and looked at the most luxurious carriages parked outside the church. He called over a eunuch and asked, "Whose carriages are those?"
“Xue Lang, it’s better not to point fingers randomly. That’s the chariot of Wei Wei Shaoqing Wang Dalang.”
“Wang Zhun?”
"yes."
Xue Bai's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked, "What is Wang Zhun doing here?"
Wang Dalang is enshrined in the palace, so he has important business to come to the temple."
“Whose car is it?”
“Xianyu Erlang, the son of Jiannan Jiedushi, went to Beijing to give gifts and made friends with Wang Dalang.”
Xue Ri pointed to a few carriages and asked them all over again, and was quite satisfied with the results.
He then walked up to Wang Zhongsi and said in a low voice: "Sure enough, there are many dignitaries gathered here. The general only needs to listen to my orders and show off his power. This can first ensure that the general can make mistakes smoothly and offset the great contribution of Shibao City."
Wang Zhongsi's majestic expression was stunned for a moment, and then he responded in a muffled voice: "I understand."