After confirming that Xu Yun was a human and not a ghost, Lao Duguan and others became relatively bold in their actions.
However, the master they followed was a literati after all, and at this time, the country valued literature over martial arts. Therefore, although the old governor and the servants were not happy that Xu Yun had disturbed the peace of the house, they just held him around the neck with sticks.
There were no ropes tied up and no hands pushing or shouting.
that's all.
The group of people walked bustlingly to the atrium, and happened to meet the old man who was following the servants to the backyard.
The old governor quickly stopped and led the servants in saluting:
"Hello, sir."
The old man nodded slightly in greeting, glanced at Xu Yun first, and then asked the old supervisor without knowing why:
"In the first year, this person is...?"
The old supervisor turned to look at Xu Yun and snorted coldly:
"Sir, this person is the water ghost howling in the middle of the night at the bottom of the well in the South Chamber. In fact, he is just a thief who broke into the house at night and fell into the water by mistake!"
"Thieves?"
The old man took the torch from the servant beside him and looked at Xu Yun by the light of the fire.
After a moment, his brows furrowed slightly.
Although this person's clothes are a bit special, judging from his skin color, he doesn't look like a gentleman in any way, right?
To know.
Although today's era is said to be the richest in history, even in Bianjing City, there are not many people who can have such tender skin and tender flesh as the person in front of me.
At this time, some of the more famous Liang Shang gentlemen, such as Wen Tong and Liu Zhong, were all thin and wretched-looking in their arrest portraits.
Not to mention that although this person's clothes are weird, the boots on his feet are extraordinary. Judging from the fine texture, it probably requires extremely fine craftsmanship to make them.
If you use it to make a fool of yourself, you shouldn't have much of a problem getting seven or eight taels of silver.
Then the old man pondered for a moment and said to Xu Yun:
"I wonder what your surname is, sir? Why did you break into my house at night?"
Xu Yun opened his mouth subconsciously when he heard this, but didn't know how to answer:
The old man's words clearly meant the latter, but how should he explain his behavior?
When Xu Yun thought about it, the well he fell into was obviously not the kind of well that a small household in a small courtyard dug. The 1.5 meter wide well was most likely a public well, and the explanation of falling into the well in the middle of the night was barely enough.
However, the courtyard walls at this time were high and deep, and his previous words were obviously of no use.
More importantly, at present, I have not obtained any information related to the dynasty or goals, and I cannot even guess.
Therefore, Xu Yun opened and closed his lips several times, and finally chose to remain silent.
But Xu Yun's expression of wanting to speak but then being silent in the end had another meaning in the eyes of the old man.
Although this super genius, who was later called the 'Leonardo Da Vinci of the East', was already very old, his brain power had not deteriorated at all.
He saw many things he had seen and heard quickly in his mind, and suddenly thought of something:
If I remember correctly, something seemed to have happened to the largest painting boat in Bianjing City last night. It was rumored that several male actors escaped...
Then he looked at the old supervisor and continued to ask:
"In the first year, does this person have a belt?"
"Never seen it before."
"Guang Lulu Yin?"
"I haven't found it either."
"What's that?"
The old supervisor took a box and two packages from someone else:
"Only these three objects."
"open to take a look."
The old supervisor placed the three things on the table in the courtyard, opened them one after another, and revealed the contents.
The old man walked forward slowly and looked at each one:
Scattered gold and silver—well, the soft stuff picked up randomly when escaping.
Something similar to dough - well, when I left the boat, I took with me a pastry that was prepared to fill my stomach and was accidentally soaked in water.
The knife stored in another ball of cloth - this kind of knife is less than a foot long, maybe it is not the knife used to peel apples in the waiting room?
As for the last hood...
By the way, maybe it's a headgear that a certain patron likes?
The old man felt as if he was possessed by Bao Longtu at this moment, inheriting the glorious tradition of Kaifeng Prefecture Yin, and accurately guessed the identity of this person.
No wonder he doesn’t have a belt;
No wonder he was dressed strangely;
No wonder he kept silent;
No wonder he ran to his house in a panic all night long. He neither went to the main room nor the east and west wings, but chose the south wing where the servants lived...
All of this is because this person is...
Actor!
Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but feel a flash of regret in his eyes.
Later generations' impressions of the word male actor may be mostly attributed to the Qing Dynasty's Xianggongtangzi, that is, the female actor in Peking Opera.
But in fact.
In the long history of local feudal dynasties, the profession of male actors existed in almost every dynasty.
Male actors flourished in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties and declined slightly in the Tang Dynasty. However, the trend of male eroticism gradually rose again in the Song Dynasty.
Because there were so many men openly cheating on women, the authorities had to intervene:
"The man is Juan, and he has a hundred sticks. The person who sues will reward him with fifty sticks."
However, just as there are still a large number of industries in later generations, the law cannot absolutely restrict the appearance of male actors.
On the contrary, the constraints of the law have caused the male actor industry to slowly grow in the dark side, and radiated to a large area.
And unlike female prostitutes, if female prostitutes have active (repaying their benefactors' bodies) or passive (old and old, old and beautiful) ways of repaying their good deeds, then the fate of male actors will undoubtedly be much more miserable.
Because of the dark industry, most of the male actors do not have nationality status.
When the owners feel that the actor cannot bring enough benefits, they will contact the government and arrange for the actor to be a scapegoat.
If it's the kind of person who was exiled to the army and distributed, that's fine, but if you meet a death row prisoner who paid a lot of money, then the outcome for the actor will be very tragic.
When the old man first came to power, he once strongly requested the court to implement the law prohibiting the persecution of male actors.
However, the relevant forces were too huge, and the old man could not defeat the four with his two fists, so he had no choice but to give up.
To this end, he also made the only move in his life that belonged to a 'family':
Among all my students, if there are those who like male actors, the former will be expelled from the court, and the latter will have their robes cut off!
Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but sympathize with Xu Yun's experience.
Then he thought for a moment and said to Laodu:
"In the first year of the lunar calendar, you took this person to the south wing and vacated a bedroom to temporarily house him.
A little food is provided every day, and you can walk around the house for a while after meals, but you need to be accompanied by a guard."
"Got the order!"
The old governor nodded, but there was a trace of hesitation on his face:
"But sir..."
The old man raised his eyelids and glanced at him, saying:
"In the first year of the year, you have been by my side for decades. If you have something to say, it doesn't matter."
Only then did Lao Duguan continue:
"But sir, is this person left alone like this? No need to report it to the government?"
The old man shook his head, very confident in his judgment:
"This man is just a poor man. Look at his figure. Under close supervision, what dangerous things can he do?
In one month, you and I will return to Jingkou, and we will raise him for a month, with nothing more than a little rice and vegetables.
If there is no abnormality, I will accept him as a tenant after returning home and live his life as a farmer. At least it will be better than losing his life..."
Seeing that his master had made up his mind, the old governor stopped talking and accepted the order.
He packed up Xu Yun's belongings and took him back to the south wing.
Two quarters of an hour later.
A bedroom of seven or eight square meters was vacated, and Xu Yun washed away the black dog blood on his body and changed into a linen and blue suit.
The old governor sent someone to bring another basin of hot soup, then left the door and locked the door.
in the house.
While Xu Yun was scalding his feet, he looked at the two bells bound by Lao Duguan at his ankles and sighed faintly:
"So, which dynasty is this?"
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? ?I recently saw a type of video on station B, a reset version of real shots from the last century. It’s quite interesting. If you’re interested, you can check it out.
