"Stand up, if you continue like this, you can't help it!"

Marquis of Jiangyin Wu Gao rushed into Li Jinglong's coach Tiger Hall and shouted loudly.

The old god Li Jinglong sat there, drinking tea, and laughed, "It's okay, let the brothers relax quickly!"

"Master!" Wu Gao stepped forward, his anxious expression in his words, "What's going to happen!" As he said, he whispered, "We are all soldiers, we all know that the killers who are in the army are all hindered by demons. We can't make a fuss in our hearts when suppressing them on weekdays, but they are like gunpowder barrels, and they explode at a glance!"

"You're making this happen now, isn't it just ignite the fire next to the powder barrel?"

Speaking of this, he continued to lower his voice, "Do you still remember Hou Feiju, Henan? He was so busy at that time that the military camp exploded. The big-headed soldiers washed all the prefectures of the garrison!"

"It's not a problem!" Li Jinglong waved his hand indifferently, "I have a sense of responsibility, I can't make a fuss!" As he said, he smiled, "What if the brothers make those actors? They are just actors!"

The actors of the Ming Dynasty were equal to low-ranking households and were not even considered to be the people.

No imperial examinations, business, official positions, or military personnel are allowed. In short, no matter what is ahead, they are allowed to be actors for generations.

In the eyes of children from aristocratic families like Li Jinglong, these people are nothing.

"Master!" Wu Gao was really anxious, "We have just made great contributions, you..."

"If you are afraid, go out and stare!" Li Jinglong pulled down his face.

"I.........Hi!" Wu Gao stamped his feet and turned around and went out with his personal soldiers.

Li Jinglong was the only one left in the room, his face was so squinty that water dripped out.

"Sir, you want to be self-deprecating!"

In Li Jinglong's mind, he remembered the knowledgeable and intelligent aide in his house, Yang Shiqi's words.

"The Emperor's Grandson was in full swing in spring and autumn, and he was a monarch for thirty or fifty years. As a close minister of the Eastern Palace, the next day, the future will inevitably rise and the future is limitless."

"But sir, you have to know that the first person who comes out is a terrible first?"

"If you have nothing wrong and always be proud of yourself, can your colleagues tolerate you? If you don't believe me, you used to chat and laugh with anyone in the palace, but now you are still fighting and winning a battle. When it's about to be very useful, those colleagues used to be tempted to be enjoyed in their hearts?"

"Besides, you are self-deprecating. Finding some mistakes for yourself is also making it easier for the crown prince to do!"

"Think about it, now that you are the Duke of the Kingdom, you will be a great minister. If you are always right, how can you reward? The so-called emperor's mind and military power in the capital will give you a perfect person who is right and whoever likes it without any mistakes?"

"Parent your lord and tiger! If you don't find any mistakes for yourself, it will be too late if others make mistakes for you in the future!"

Thinking back on these words over and over again, Li Jinglong became more and more absolutely what the other party said was right.

He and the crown prince still need to be with the monarch and minister for many years. There is only one crown prince, but Li Jinglong has never lacked people like this.

If you don’t find any fault with yourself, one day the crown prince will have no reward for you, then you will just leave it alone!

Just like in later generations, subordinates always have to give their leaders the opportunity to criticize themselves, so that the leaders will be satisfied.

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"The Mawei Posthouse in Bola, the lonely and clear Buddhist temple is tilted upside down. A generation of beauty is the king, and the regrets of thousands of years are dripping with blood from the silk scarf. Half line of words is a stele with a poor life..."

The Kunlun Palace sang the most miserable and moving part on the stage, and Yang Guifei died of Ma Zaipo.

In the past, when scholars heard this, they burst into tears and told them that their beauty had a poor life.

But now, the people in the audience were full of anger.

"What kind of bird is singing? I want to touch it!"

"Eighteen touches!"

"Eighteen touches!"

The shocking shouts covered the sounds on the stage.

The actor who was singing the opera turned pale and his legs became weak. He looked at the head teacher standing in the backstage for help.

Touching, she really doesn’t know how to do it!

Although they are lowly actors, they are not sing such romances.

"Grandma!" a soldier from the stage shouted, "Sing quickly!"

Wu Gao is right. He has been killing people all his life in the army, and he has long been hindered in his heart. With just a little spark, they can explode.

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Xiao Baoyu from Baoyu's class saw this scene in the background and sighed silently.

"Sir!" Xiao Baoyu said to the master instrument who was playing the piano, "I'll do it!"

"No, you may be..." The aunt came out to stop her.

"It's okay!" Xiao Baoyu smiled and continued to say to the master of musical instruments, "I'm sorry, I'll play tricks!"

"Good!" The master agreed, and the sound of the piano suddenly changed.

Suddenly, the audience calmed down.

Because these big-headed soldiers heard the sound of good songs in their impression.

There are huqin, quick-pin, gongs and drums, and lively and light helmets.

Immediately afterwards, a handsome actor with a girl's braid came up briskly from the backstage, taking small steps, and showing his spirits.

"Come to visit my sister in February, the dragon raises its head!"

"Brother, I'll go shopping in the tall buildings with my little sister!"

"The tall building is built high, brother!"

"You are pestering my waist!"

Boom, instantly, the big soldiers under the stage exploded.

Their faces became extremely cheerful in the blink of an eye, their eyes were full of yearning, dancing with their hands and feet, and the wolf cried and howled.

The opera was sung on the stage, but this opera was also what they thought.

If they were not in the army, they would take their beloved girls to see the tall buildings in the city as in the play. When there was no one here, they would quietly hug the girl's waist...

"The tall building is built high!" Xiaobao sang again.

"Girl!" The big-headed soldiers shouted wildly, and some people simply threw the iron helmets on their heads into the sky.

"You are pestering my waist!"

"I'll pester your waist!" The soldiers were crazy, crying and laughing.

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"I'm visiting my little sister in May, it's Duanyang!"

"Hold the rice dumplings and sweet candy in your hand!"

"Brother, I will peel it with my own hands!"

Xiao Baoyu on the stage held a handkerchief and put it on the rice dumplings, peeled it off like a look, and then threw it off the stage.

Several men snatched each other into a ball, making them terrifyingly laugh again.

"Brother, I'll peel it for you with my own hands!"

"I'll peel it for my sister!" The soldiers sang with their necks.

"You visit my little sister in June, it's a summer scenery!"

"Little sister, I'm wearing short clothes at home!"

The key point was sang on the stage, and Xiao Baoyu was like an emotional woman, her eyes flying.

"Brother, look there!"

The soldiers squeezed forward and sang loudly, "Look at your shoulders!"

"Is it white?" Xiao Baoyu looked shy.

"It's so bright!" the soldiers roared.

"Do you think about it?" Xiao Baoyu wanted to say a word but he was still resting.

"I'm a man, just her mother's thought!" The soldiers almost yelled the stage.

"In August, you visit your little sister and bring two boxes of dowry gifts!"

"I am happy, but regret not having a dowry!"

"I won't give you back at all, I'll give it to my parents!"

"Brother, don't blame me, let's go long!"

"In September, you can take your little sister and go to town together!"

"I fell in love with the golden hairpin, buy a pair for my sister!"

"Brother, come on the side of your face..."

"What are you doing!" the soldiers laughed and shouted.

"Let me, let me indulge you!" Xiao Baoyu sang.

On stage and off stage, singing and reciprocating, it seems crazy.

Suddenly, a wounded soldier pulled away the person in front of him, squeezed under the platform, and took out two silver dollars of military pay from his waist, "Sister, buy you a hairpin!"

As he said that, he threw two silver dollars onto the stage.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet for a moment, and then countless people took out silver from their arms and threw them up like crazy.

"Girl, I'll buy you a hairpin!"
Chapter completed!