In front of the tall white marble Kuxian Gate, an immortal, a demon, a master and a disciple face each other.
Finally, they turned around, waved their hands downwards, and walked into the Kuxian Gate side by side.
Leaving the sky full of glow.
The drama slowly fades out again.
When Lu Bai saw this, he couldn't help but clapped his hands. Even though this scene was ridiculous enough, for example, the caterpillar monster was loved by everyone, as long as it was a male, he could be called a hormone walker; and the male protagonist was a bit of a fairy.
He has no energy at all. He has not practiced all day long. He is always paying attention to whatever hardships the caterpillar is going through. He is always by his side. There is no fairy spirit of seclusion at all. Even so, this male protagonist is still a genius.
Cultivation is extremely fast.
Lu Bai felt that the male protagonist was almost the same as him when he bumped into a dating panel.
Thinking of this, Lu Bai stopped clapping his hands, feeling that others probably thought of him the same way.
"This Lu Bai is so damn hateful." He muttered.
"What?" King Luo was stunned for a moment.
Lu Bai waved his hand, "No, it's nothing. This play is pretty good, especially the setting."
Lu Bai felt that if his "Peony Pavilion" had such a setting, its influence would at least reach a higher level.
"This is the special skill of their opera house, okay?" King Luo came and said, "But when watching a play, what you watch is the play and what you listen to is the music. His play is both sung and libretto."
It's only a long way from your "Peony Pavilion" in terms of music."
He felt that it was at least three or four levels behind.
Take the most criticized follow-up plot of "The Peony Pavilion". Many people feel that this superficial plot cannot support the lyrics and singing, which makes many experienced opera listeners regret it and think that if it could be better, it would be better.
This play is like a god.
Lu Bai also knew this shortcoming.
In this world, people still rely on the pear orchard business to practice cultivation. Classic books are naturally indispensable. People are very knowledgeable. It is not surprising to see the shortcomings of this book. In fact, in previous lives, people have used "The Peony Pavilion" and "The Romance of the West Chamber" since ancient times.
In comparison, I feel that the subsequent plot of "The Peony Pavilion" is a failure.
Even so, the superficial plot behind "The Peony Pavilion" is much thicker than the plot of Wang Changkang's play.
To use a metaphor, although the plot behind "The Peony Pavilion" is not entirely grounded, at least there are a few pillars supporting it, the plot of Wang Changkang's play is completely hanging in the sky from beginning to end.
Lu Bai even compared his cheating self with the scholar, which shows the scholar's cheating. As for the caterpillar, thanks to Wang Changkang's writing span of hundreds of years, otherwise his cultivation speed would be comparable to Lu Bai's.
"Hey, uncle, did you hear that?" King Luo suddenly asked Lu Bai.
Lu Bai wondered, "What?"
"This singing style and lyrics are intentionally close to "The Peony Pavilion"," said King Luo.
The singing style is somewhere between the traditional opera style and the Kunqu opera style started by Lu Bai's "The Peony Pavilion", while the lyrics are extremely elegant, almost the same as the trend started by Lu Bai's "The Peony Pavilion".
Lu Bai nodded, "Don't say it, it's true."
Lu Bai was just immersed in this drama, and he really didn't notice the extremely elegant use of this word. Of course, it is still far behind "The Peony Pavilion", because "The Peony Pavilion" is known for its libretto.
It is difficult to surpass him in a thousand years, and it cannot be surpassed by Wang Changkang in a lifetime.
Even so, the lyrics of Wang Changkang's play are not bad.
At least the average level of Kunqu Opera in previous lives.
However, this also greatly leads to another problem. The opposite of elegance is vulgarity. If you give up normal conversation in order to choose words and sentences, then you will lack life and business spirit, and it will sound even more floating.
With the floating plot and floating narration and lyrics, the shortcomings of Wang Changkang's play are obvious.
If it were just this play, it might be as well-known as "The Whip of the God" written by him, but with "The Peony Pavilion" in front of it, this play may not get a good reputation.
At this moment, the drama is not over yet.
The stage returned to the original time when the scholar was studying under the tree. The scholar woke up leisurely and happened to encounter a butterfly landing on his fingertips...
The beautiful music sounds, and the play is over.
"It's quite interesting." King Luo almost forgot that the play was called "Dream of a Butterfly".
He turned back confidently and said, "Uncle, there is no need to compete. I think you have won the bet between you and Wang Changkang. Wang Changkang's "A Dream of Butterflies" is completely inferior to your "The Peony Pavilion"."
Lu Bai smiled.
He had known for a long time that there might be a script in the world that was comparable to "The Peony Pavilion", but it was definitely not "Dream of a Butterfly" and it was not written by Wang Changkang.
The emergence of a great man like Tang Xianzu requires the right time, right place, right people, and the accumulation of culture.
Butterflies fly away on the stage.
On the wine table, the wine and dishes were all gone. Lu Bai stood up and stretched, "It's almost time to go back to bed. We have to investigate the case tomorrow."
Just as he was talking, the servants of Juxian Pavilion folded up the screen again and surrounded the private room, leaving an aisle for walking outside.
This play lasted very long. It was already midnight. Others stood up and prepared to go back. There were so many people going out that the stairs going downstairs were blocked.
As soon as Lu Bai and the others went out, King Kang walked to their door and was blocked.
King Kang's eyes were still cold, and after glancing at Lu Bai, he met Lu Bai's gaze.
Lu Bai raised his eyebrows, and the muscles on King Kang's face twitched, and then he looked away. He was no longer as unruly as before when he saw him in front of Prince Luo's Mansion.
In fact, it's not just him. When people from the Lu family saw him recently, they all looked away.
The Sword Immortal's Enlightenment Monument was destroyed. Although they didn't say anything, they all hated it in their hearts, and they also knew that Lu Bai hated them in his heart. The two sides were already in a fight to the death.
One side is making every effort to make sure nothing goes wrong when it strikes again. The other side is trying its best to stall for time until it has the strength to resist, so that it breaks the sky with one fell swoop, so the two sides haven't fallen out yet.
King Luo and King Kang had already fallen out with each other.
After they walked out, they stood behind King Kang. King Luo let out a disdainful sound and turned his nostrils upward. He seemed to be unwilling and too lazy to look at King Kang. "Uncle, you have to investigate the demon book case carefully, just in case there is something inside."
The sound was so loud that several people around heard it.
After they glanced at King Luo, they looked at Lu Bai curiously, and they finally found out that Lu Bai was investigating the demon book case.
King Kang looked back at him and said, "Childish."
King Luo replied rudely, "It's rude, you didn't say hello to your brother when you saw him."
Lu Bai stood by and said nothing, just observing the two of them. The personalities of the two contenders for the throne were actually very different. One was as cold as ice, the other as hot as fire, one looked dignified, and the other looked superficial.
very.
But Lu Bai could tell just from the case of selling an official position and getting a title, this King of Luo was not at all as simple as it seemed.
Not to mention that he teamed up with the Shi family to sell officials and win titles, just saying that he killed someone without blinking an eye seems to be very scheming.
Also, his relationship with the killer organization Faceless is unclear, maybe there is something fishy hidden there.
As for King Kang.
Lu Bai knew that he was not as simple as he seemed.
This kind of emperor has been in the whirlpool of power since he was a child, and he probably can't even think about being simple.
True innocence has to be seen by Wang'er.
Lu Bai was a little lucky. Fortunately, Wang'er didn't grow up in this kind of background. He still liked Wang'er who was straightforward.
They quickly went downstairs.
The actors in the theater troupe have already come down and are standing at the door to greet the people who come to listen to the play.
Wang Changkang was also among them.
He didn't have to come because of his status, but this rule was passed down from Liyuanxing, and Liyuan relied on Liyuanxing for its existence, so he abided by this rule and still stood in front of the players.
However, he is extremely proud, so he only greets people who pass by. If he meets someone he knows or is interested in, he will say a few words and smile.
The prince has a noble status.
Even if he is the head of the eight major sects, he still has to give face to the royal family, let alone his disciples.
Therefore, after seeing off Queen Kang with a smile on his face, Wang Changkang tried his best to smile and say hello to King Luo. When he looked at Lu Bai, the smile on his face had disappeared, leaving only the muscles on his cheeks twitching.
Lu Baida’s memory.
His eyes shot out with resentment, then he thought of something, and nodded slightly, "Mr. Lu."
Lu Bai nodded in response and said with a smile: "The play is good, the recitation and lyrics have some of the charm of "The Peony Pavilion"."
When the people behind heard this, they raised their heads and looked at Lu Bai and Wang Changkang, waiting to watch another good show.
Lu Bai spoke so loudly that he didn't believe Wang Changkang could swallow it.
Unexpectedly, Wang Changkang said "hmm" and said, "Master Lu's "The Peony Pavilion" is the first of its kind. It is unique in its lyrics and music. It is already remarkable that "The Story of a Butterfly Dream" has some charm."
Lu Bai glanced at Wang Changkang unexpectedly.
He never expected that Xiang Changkang would be so honest and admit that Lu Bai's "The Peony Pavilion" was great in front of everyone.
This made Lu Bai raise Wang Changkang's status to a higher level in his heart.
"Hey, the sun is rising in the west." King Luo looked at Wang Changkang in surprise.
When Wang Changkang was a talented scholar in the capital, he was famously unruly and rarely expressed admiration to others. At that time, he even found fault with many opera troupes' plays, even the Liyuan opera.
pick.
He found it incredible that he could express such admiration for Lu Bai now.
Wang Changkang smiled, "King Luo was surprised? Only since I entered the Liyuan did I know how difficult it is to write a good book, and it is even more difficult to create a genre. A Liyuan practitioner must be sincere in the opera, and he must be good at it.
Good and bad are bad. If he deceives the quality of the play, he will definitely not make progress in his practice."
King Luo understood.
Wang Changkang may not be good at anything, but he is loyal to the show. He will practice hard when he knows he is not good, but he will never say anything against his heart just because of face or other reasons.
After saying this, King Luo admired Wang Changkang quite a lot.
After all, it is easy to praise others, but it is difficult to praise your enemies, especially those who have praised you in the face and have a bet with you.
Lu Baigong started: "I admire you!"
He didn't quite understand it because he could only be honest on the panel, but he was greatly shocked.
He walked out.
King Luo also hurriedly lowered his hands and "went out."
"Master Lu——" Wang Changkang stopped Lu Bai, "This does not mean that I lost. Don't forget that our bet is based on the playbook and can be practiced."
Wang Changkang added, "If everyone can practice cultivation, then whoever practices it will be more enlightened."
He said confidently: "I believe I won't lose, and besides, this is only my first play."
Wang Changkang wrote several books about this bet.
Lu Bai nodded, "I know, I will make you convinced."
Wang Changkang expressed his expectations.
After leaving Juxian Pavilion, the servants had already driven the carriage over, and King Luo sent Lu Bai back.
King Luo's carriage is quite good.
It was raining lightly outside and there were bursts of cold air, but there was a charcoal fire burning inside and it was as warm as spring.
There is also a pot on the charcoal stove, with some seasonal vegetables and meat cooked in the pot. It is almost equivalent to a large pot of vegetables, but it is much more fragrant than a large pot of vegetables.
"Uncle, try it quickly." He said and took out a jar of wine from somewhere.
As he opened the mud seal of the wine jar, he said: "This dish is made by the chef of the private kitchen Hefang I took you to. These dishes are stewed together randomly, but they taste very complementary to each other. They are most suitable for dinner at night."
It’s night.”
It was late at night, and Lu Bai was really hungry.
He took a pair of chopsticks and tasted them, "It's really good."
He raised his head and glanced at King Luo, "You kid really knows how to enjoy it. You never forget to eat it wherever you go."
King Luo laughed and said, "My mother said that I was short of milk when I was a baby, so she didn't dare to let anyone else take care of me, so I grew up half hungry and half full. She didn't have enough to eat at that time, so she fed me
It’s become the greedy look I have now.”
He took a hot bite and said, "Now I just need to take a hot bite and I feel happy and satisfied."
There is no deep meaning in these words.
Lu Bai did not answer his question, but said: "Eunuch Bai helped me get a royal chef. Come to my place another day to taste the dishes he cooked."
King Luo agreed, "Just in time, I also want to try the dishes cooked by Yu Chu."
Lu Bai glanced at him, "Have you eaten less?"
King Luo smiled bitterly, "That's different. I was very nervous during the civil war in the palace. All my energy was spent on how to avoid getting scolded by my father. How could I dare to calm down and enjoy the food?"
He blew on the steam from the bite of food on his chopsticks, "This delicious food also depends on the environment and mood."
The palace is not suitable for eating.
The carriage walked slowly down the street, and by the time they arrived in front of the wine shop, a table of food was almost finished.
Lu Bai got out of the car and returned home. Before he could go back to the bedroom, Yun Niang greeted him, "Sir, my wife is waiting for you in the study."
Lu Bai was about to take a rest, but his spirits were waning when he suddenly heard that Lu Qinghuan was still waiting for him. He cheered up and asked curiously: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Yun Niang looked around, but did not answer, but urged: "Master, go quickly."
Lu Bai understood that these words could not be heard by outsiders.
So he told Yun Niang to bring a basin of water, and then went to the study.
Gu Qinghuan was indeed awake. He was standing in front of his desk, practicing calligraphy by midnight. He was practicing the orchid calligraphy from the hundred flowers calligraphy he gave to Gu Qinghuan.
Lu Bai knew that when he was upset, Gu Qinghuan would practice this calligraphy to calm his mind.