The navy team drove over in a mighty manner, and the people who were watching the show spontaneously made way for the passage. They thought that the team was going to pass by from now on, but they didn't expect that the more than a thousand people came with small stools on their backs. Not only did they bring small stools, but each of them brought a bowl.

So people suddenly realized that they were watching the show.

Although it was shocking, it was understandable. No one had ever stipulated that those who were in the army could not watch the show. Moreover, the army was in a clean and strict discipline. The people made way for the passage and sat down without making a fuss. There were already many people at the intersection and were blocked at this moment. Fortunately, there were no people passing by at night. Everyone just watched the show and listened to the music.

Chen Leng jumped off the horse's back and pressed down: "Sit down."

More than a thousand people sat down neatly, as if there were more than a thousand neatly good babies, each of whom was holding a bowl and a big bowl in his hand.

"Call me, the owner of Xie Chengtai Theater invites the brothers of the water to watch the show and have tea!"

More than a thousand naval soldiers sat there with their upper body straightened, and shouted coldly: "The owner of Xie Chengtai Theater invited the water brothers to watch the show and have tea."

Chen Leng nodded with satisfaction, and had a strap cross-body on his body. He saw that he shook his shoulders and threw the thing cross-body in front of him. It was also a small stool... He was afraid of losing it, so he tied the strap and carried it like a cross-body bag, which was a little cute.

Wearing a general's armor and a small cross-body stool.

Chen Leng shook his shoulders and threw the bench. The deputy generals behind him, three lieutenants, and the personal soldiers. The regiment leader all shook his shoulders and swung the bench. The movements were neat and handsome. Among them, Wang Gendong, who was honest and serious, threw the bench the most seriously, and he looked a little cute with a stern face. He sat in a row with a small stool and held it in his hands. He was such a group of obedient and good babies.

The people looked at it in surprise. After a while, I don’t know who clapped and shouted first. Then everyone applauded and cheered. The posture seemed that the navy soldiers came and sat down more exciting than the drama on the stage.

In the private room on the second floor of Chengtai Theater, Bai Xiaoluo, who was lying on a rattan chair, suddenly stood up, his face extremely ugly.

Shi Qi, the owner of Chengtai Theater, looked even more ugly: "How much tea does this take?"

Bai Xiaoluo was silent for a moment and waved his hand: "Go and set up a pot to boil water, don't lose anyone."

Even though Shi Qi was reluctant, he had to do so. He ordered someone to go and boil water on a large iron pot rack. Naturally, tea in the theater would not be lacking. However, there are so many cheap teas. It is difficult to bear if it is too expensive, and the inexpensive ones are not enough.

Just among the crowd watching the show, Han Huanzhi looked back at Chen Leng and couldn't help but burst out laughing. This guy... The Tingwei Mansion had found that the most convenient place for the powerful ministers in South Yue was Chengtai Theater. Some people were killed a while ago. After checking the scope of the communication between these people, the account book relationship map became clear. The intersection of these people also surfaced. Chengtai Theater was the place where they conspired, so Han Huanzhi came to see it. Of course, he really liked to listen to operas and music.

A man wearing a straw hat swept Shen Leng's eyes and then returned to Han Huanzhi. He was dressed in a simple manner and saw that he was an ordinary fisherman with a fish basket on his back. He was carrying a fishing rod in his hand. How many fish in the fish basket had been broken, and no matter how he looked, he couldn't see an extraordinary place. However, he was Yao Taozhi.

The brim of the straw hat was very low because Han Huanzhi had seen his face. Even though he had deliberately smeared it, it was night, Yao Taozhi still didn't dare to take it lightly. He was not worried about his murderous aura leaking. It was what he was best at hiding. He was only worried about Han Huanzhi's eyes. It was rumored that he remembered people and things that he never forgot.

The scene gradually became quiet, and the people on the stage could continue singing. Han Huanzhi's attention returned to the stage, savoring the charm of Pingyue Dao's opera word by word. Compared with the most popular opera in Chang'an City, Pingyue Dao's opera is not as long as it is short and has many short repetitions, and each has its own advantages. The main reason is that dialect opera sounds too tiring. People like Han Huanzhi are of course proficient in various dialects. Fortunately, their subordinates scattered around began to feel bored. Fortunately, their attention was not on the stage.

Chen Ran sat there hypocritically and listened carefully for a while and then asked Chen Leng: "Do you understand?"

Chen Leng shook his head: "Although I deliberately learned some dialects from the south when I went south last time, there were different pronunciations from ten miles away. When Hu Jiandao said peacefully, the words "Peaceful and Overcoming Dao" were like grandma and grandma. If there was no mother, it was not close at all, and there was no blood relationship."

Chen Ran: "Your example is really bad."

Chen Leng: "I thought I was full of witty words."

Chen Ran: "Besides you have two consecutive beads under your crotch, there are no other consecutive beads."

Chen Leng: "Where can you listen to the opera? Can you be more elegant?"

Chen Ran: "Oh...but is Lianzhu not elegant? It's much more elegant than Liandanwen."

Chen Leng: "Get out..."

Chen Ran: "When I talked about this, I suddenly thought of a better example than your grandma just now. It's this one, with a lot of clothes, but I'm still dead and never come to the outside world..."

Chen Leng: "You have a big head with water, shut up and listen to the opera."

Chen Ran looked up at the sky and felt that he had learned a lot from Wuche. He was really a rare talent in the world. He then felt that he was grateful to my father for giving me such a smart head. Then he felt that he should be filial to him in the future to repay his kindness. This is also a kind of kind thought that he had come up with. It is very good.

The plays on the stage are back in the artistic conception. The people listened with relish. From time to time, some people applauded, and some people applauded and the cold team followed, and then the people on the stage could not continue singing.

People applauded in a mess, and when they were connected, they were applause like thunder. The navy's people applauded like this... Papa, papa, papa, papa, papa-pa!

The beat was incompatible with the sings on the stage. At first, it was fine, but later the opera singers started to jump out in three words, three words and two words, and finally they couldn't help but want to shout out.

Slap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap!

In the private room on the second floor, the little girl playing the pipa looked at the soldiers outside the window and couldn't even close her mouth. She was really not a beautiful girl, but she smiled innocently and cleanly, and she was a bit soft and charming. When she smiled, her eyes that were as narrow as a crescent moon were very happy. The more she looked, the more she looked particularly attractive.

"Young Master, will I go on stage to sing later?"

She asked Bai Xiaoluo.

Bai Xiaoluo nodded: "I still have to go."

The little girl smiled and said, "When those soldiers applauded, I was afraid that I would follow their beats and shout out."

Bai Xiaoluo shook his head: "You sing yourselves. Remember the song I asked you to sing."

The little girl also became serious and nodded, but was a little curious about why the young master insisted on letting herself sing the Northern Xinjiang tune.

Bai Xiaoluo would not tell her that Han Huanzhi’s favorite is the Northern Xinjiang tune.

At this time, the beautiful woman on the stage turned around and sang the birds on the tree in pairs. The people below the stage followed and applauded, slap, huh.

The birds on the tree are paired up, joking, huh.

There seems to be nothing wrong.

The one who leads is Chen Ran.

Han Huanzhi in the crowd couldn't help but sigh. Today, the interest in listening to music was changed to a crosstalk atmosphere by the people brought by Chen Leng. However, it was almost the New Year and the mood was getting better.

Chen Leng looked at Chen Ran: "It's too much."

Chen Ran said oh, thinking that he finally heard a few words that I could understand, so he wouldn't applaud?

The people on the stage sang the green waters and green mountains and smiled, and Chen Ran took the lead in applauding: Papa, hey, Bazaar Hei.

I really can't continue singing on stage.

The short servant standing behind Bai Xiaoluo in the private room on the second floor was Mo Luo. He was a man from the Sak tribe outside the northern border. He was a very gloomy and cold person. He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he heard the three words Bazahei.

At this time, several oversized iron pots had already boiled water. All the guys in the Chengtai Theater were busy starting to distribute tea and brew tea. The soldiers held the bowls and held them with their hands and were very polite. This scene can be said to have never been seen for hundreds of years since the founding of the country of Daning. The guys who didn't know the depth of their theater only found it fun, but no one was annoyed.

The crowd became more and more chaotic, and the more lively and chaotic it became, the more chance it was. So Yao Taozhi leaned forward and gradually approached Han Huanzhi. The direction he chose was the cleverest. Han Huanzhi looked at the navy team and would not see him. It was a visual blind spot.

In order to be safe, he didn't even bring a knife with a dagger, and he didn't bring anything cold. He could hide the murderous aura, but the knife could not hide the cold front. As long as someone exposes weapons at close range, he would immediately react. Yao Taozhi brought a very rough hemp rope. The hemp rope was much slower to strangle people. Kill Han Huanzhi if he was slower, he would lose the opportunity. Therefore, it was impossible to count on Han Huanzhi to suffocate and die. His hemp rope hid an extremely sharp blade, and he used the hemp rope to hide the sharpness of the blade. After strangling, the blade would cut the hemp rope. In order to ensure that there was no mistake, a rod was pressed on the other side of the blade. In this way, when strangling, the blade could only cut Han Huanzhi's neck.

Even the details have been calculated, Yao Taozhi has prepared enough.

There are several fish in his fish basket. The fish is dead. Because it is caught, the fish's mouth will be hooked, and a little bloody smell is inevitable. There is something hidden in the fish's belly to deal with emergencies.

The fishing rod in his hand was also extraordinary. The fishing line on the fishing rod was made of special materials. It could reach about ten meters after being thrown out. He had calculated how to get out of the position. He did not see how Bai Xiaoluo swung away from the siege last time, but he also thought of using the roof of Chengtai Theater to escape.

At this time, the scene suddenly became quiet. A young girl who looked childish and still walked slowly up the platform with her pipa in her arms. A middle-aged man who looked thin came up with her, holding a stool in one hand and holding a bamboo board in the other. It seemed that this was just an ordinary father and daughter.

The middle-aged man looked a little dissatisfied, and seemed unwilling to let his daughter show up on such occasions. He walked with his head turban and lowered his head, even his walking posture was dissatisfied.

Chen Leng saw the girl on stage and looked at Han Huanzhi. He asked about it. Han Huanzhi liked to listen to music, especially the style of madly songs.

When the sound of the pipa sounds like a jade falling on a bead plate, the cold one knows that things have become interesting.

Yao Taozhi, who was close to Han Huanzhi, also stopped and raised her eyebrows slightly.

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Chapter completed!