"She's a man, and he's pretending to be a woman, and he's looking very good as a concubine."
With a shake of Hucha Dongchan's hand, he blurted out a stupid sentence often heard in the army, which made Li Luo's face burn as hot as fire.
"Isn't this a lie! Damn it, sir, you smashed their sign!" Hucha Dongchan was filled with indignation and her voice was a little loud. The villagers on the left and right turned around and glared angrily. Li Luo quickly pulled her down and got angry.
It's funny, she really doesn't listen to operas very much. There are quite a few opera singers who dress up as men, and there are many men who dress up as women. It's not uncommon. You don't care whether they are men or women, as long as they can sing well.
It was so embarrassing. After listening to Li Luo's explanation in a low voice, Hucha Dongchan's face turned red and she stuck out her tongue. Forget it, let's deal with the powder in the bowl.
The play ended soon, people in the theater were leaving one after another, and it was getting late. There was another performance at night, which was a very soul-stirring scolding of thieves. The villagers hurried home, took a sip of food, and came to the theater early to occupy a seat.
Good location.
The old man was also about to leave, holding the small bench in one hand. He looked back at the two people who were not planning to leave yet and said with a smile: "Young students, the show is over. There is another show in the evening. I want to see it and come early."
Li Luo smiled warmly, looked up at him, and suddenly said something irrelevant: "Why, don't you plan to take action today?"
The old man was stunned and asked: "What?"
Hucha Dongchan was silent. He didn't know when the bowl in his hand had disappeared. He was holding a small and sharp dagger in his hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the confused old man quietly.
"There are probably more than a dozen of the Shadow Guards under King Nan in this scene. How should I call you? Xiaoshou? Mingfeng or Shadow?"
The wind blew up the treetops, and happened to cast a shadow, covering the old man's face. For a moment, the old man's appearance was a little blurry. When the wind calmed down, the shade of the trees also fell back, and the old man's surprised and astonished look appeared again on both sides.
In front of the person, he scratched his head and said with a naive smile: "You young man, you are saying something weird and weird, I don't understand it."
"Haha, forget it if you don't understand. Let me go back early." Li Luo smiled casually and waved goodbye to the old man. The old man shook his head, mumbled something unknown, and walked out of the theater step by step.
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Hucha Dongchan kept staring at the old man's back until he took more than ten steps before lowering his voice and asking: "General, is this old guy really a member of the Shadow Secret Guard of the Nanwang Mansion?"
"I don't know." Li Luo said lightly.
"Don't know!?" Hucha Dongchan was stunned.
"Soldiers never tire of deceit, I just said it casually." Li Luo smiled, and Dongchan laughed. After all, he wasn't Feng Li, otherwise he would have been scolded. Li Luo turned around and understood what the old man was saying.
He didn't walk very fast, but within a few words he was no longer visible. I don't know whether it was because he was obscured by the dispersed crowd or because of some other change, but he couldn't be found anyway.
There were fewer people in the theater. There were only a few people left on the stage. There were troupes of people on the stage who were packing up costumes and props to prepare for the evening performance. They were very busy. The actors who sang during the day were also very busy. Some of them even lost their clothes.
He didn't even have time to wash off his makeup, so he ate a few mouthfuls of food in a hurry, and then got busy. Li Luo looked at the actor playing the role of Concubine Jue Tang on the stage, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. When he met an old friend in a foreign land, he recognized her, and she
I also know him, but no one here recognizes him.
Luo Sheng of Zhuocheng, the secret guard of the Nanwang Palace. Ever since King Hui lost power, Luo Wen's life in Zhuocheng must have been very difficult, and it is reasonable to go south. In Dagan, except for Nanwang Palace, no one dares to take him in.
They are gone. The war in Zhuocheng is not over yet, it just changed places. However, in the previous battle, Mu Tianlang Anbu attacked the city first, Feipeng Castle's Tianzi Killer, Gusu Xiaoniang, and Mu Kuo
Li Yuanxi from the Death Guard is not a vegetarian after all.
"Are we waiting to watch the show?"
"Stop looking and go back."
"Where to go back?"
"On the battlefield." Li Luo stood up and patted the dust on his butt, "The soldiers in the Nanwang Mansion did not move. It seems that they have seen through my plan. This Song Wufang is really difficult to deal with. If he can bear it, he is a
The enemy is probably even more difficult to deal with than Song Yayu and Song Wuque."
"What about Princess Nan?"
"Her?" Li Luo touched the tip of his nose, "Now I can only curse her to catch a cold and not be able to afford it."
"Sure, I'll stab someone when we get back." Hucha Dongchan said swornly. Li Luo grunted and walked away. "Wait a minute, General, where are you going so fast?"
"Eat, you are full, but I am still hungry."
"Eat..." Hucha Dongchan swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She felt full just now, but now she heard what he said and found out why she was hungry again.
On the seventh day of the tenth month, Li Luo led Mu Tianlang and the Nanwang Mansion soldiers to face each other across the Huaning River in the north of Lizhou. The river was not wide, only less than five feet, and the horses could cross it in no more than a cup of tea. But Li Luo
Luo did not cross the river, and Song Wufang did not pursue him. The two of them just looked at both sides of the river bank and then dispersed.
On the ninth day of October, Li Luo went to Qingtang County in Yuzhou and borrowed 10,000 kilograms of grain from the county government. He left an IOU and asked the county magistrate to send the grain to the Tomb Zaifu.
The share of the county's grain payment. The magistrate of Qingtang County tremblingly held the IOU handed to him by Li Luo, his face turned black and he could not say a word. Go to the Tomb Zaifu to ask for money and grain? I'm afraid it will cost you more lives. And the imperial court
Li Luo didn't ask about the amount of food distributed. He didn't dare to mention it. How many years had passed since Qingtang County had not only paid food to the Nanwang Mansion, but when had it ever handed over food to the Dagan court? It was just a symbolic payment to the Nanwang Mansion every year.
They handed over some grain and grass to the imperial court, euphemistically saying that they were receiving the Lord's favor. Even among the seven states in the south of the country, the money they handed over was not as much as what one state should pay. In this way, they often used old and bad grain to make up the amount. Don't look at each of the imperial officials.
His nostrils were turned to the sky, but the food in the Nanwang Mansion, whether it was good or bad, had to be harvested according to the new food and the good food, and he dared not say a word.
But no matter what, the seven states of Tiannan were still the territory of the Dagan court, so there was nothing wrong with Li Luo borrowing food. The IOU with his private seal would be useful elsewhere, but it was a bit redundant in Tiannan.
He borrowed food not just once, but every three or five days. He would borrow food from wherever he passed by. After borrowing, he would leave an IOU, which gave officials in various prefectures and counties in Tiannan a headache. Borrowing? He was afraid of going south in the future.
The palace was settling accounts after the fall. Wouldn't you like to borrow? It's not like he had never killed someone. The magistrate of Binshuo County in Lizhou was an example. Relying on his advanced age, his integrity as an official, and his high reputation in the county, he came to borrow food.