That night, Tong Jia ordered the Chaoyun Opera Troupe to start a play in the wind and lotus of the Quyuan. They ordered "The Palace of Eternal Life" and "The Peony Pavilion".
It's not yet dark, and silk lanterns have been lit everywhere in the courtyard, illuminating the place like daylight. On the stage, actors, musicians and even handymen are busy non-stop.
"I heard that there is a leading actor named Fu in this opera troupe who is very good, but I haven't seen him come out to sing in some years?" Nala took Hongshi, who was already four years old, to Quyuan Fenghe, followed by Yilan, who was the same age.
Lingxi asked in a pleasant tone after signaling Tong Jia, who had arrived early, to stand up.
Tong Jia smiled slightly and said as usual: "It's true that I came back to Fujin. I went to listen to it several times when I was still at home. The actor surnamed Fu performed extremely well. He looked like he was walking out of the play.
Those who came out said that their old father died of illness a few years ago, so they stayed at the grave of mourning and did not return to the troupe until the period of mourning was over."
"She is a filial son." Nala nodded slightly. She had dressed up carefully tonight, wearing a crimson brocade dress, heavily embroidered with gold and silver threads to embroider the twining treasure flowers, interspersed with pearls, and the black flowers exuding the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums.
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It was tied into a bun, and a set of red gold double phoenixes and red emerald beads were inserted in the hair. There were numerous beads hanging down. Under the bright moon, the brilliance was dazzling. The carefully decorated makeup was elegant and decent, without any flaws, showing that she was the true wife.
The splendor of Fujin.
As soon as Nala sat down in the chair in the front row, a maid came up with tea. Tong Jia took it and tested the temperature of the tea cup before carefully handing it to Nala, "The water temperature is just right.
Please have tea."
Nala was very satisfied with her courtesy and reached out to take the tea. As soon as he took a sip, he heard Hongshi whisper: "Mom, my kid wants to play for a while, okay?" He looked at the exile on the water longingly.
I have been staring at the lanterns on the wall since I came here.
Quyuan Hefeng, as the name suggests, has lotus and water. However, it is already past the season of lotus blooming and there is no trace of it, so I put some lotus lanterns in the water. They are very beautiful, and there are maids supporting them.
The boat sailed through the water among the lanterns.
Liu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Nala looked at Hongshi who looked eager and said softly: "The play is about to begin. Hongshi will be obedient and sit down, okay? If you like lanterns..." she said in a calm voice.
He suddenly looked at Lingxi and said, "Go get one for your brother to play with."
"Yes." Lingxi agreed obediently, stood up and left. After a while, she handed an exquisite and beautiful lantern to Hongshi. Although Hongshi was not happy, he still took the lantern obediently and sat down with his head lowered.
In the chair.
Afterwards, people came one after another, and soon the chairs were full. Yinzhen came with Nian. After they all sat down, the play started.
"On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, when no one is whispering in the middle of the night, I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a branch on the ground." This is a passage at the beginning of "The Palace of Eternal Life", which tells the story of Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang Guifei.
An unethical and tear-jerking love story.
From Yang Guifei's life to death, to the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty, and after Yang Guifei's death, Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty mourned her, all were performed with great precision, making people watch with concentration, and feel sad and happy because of the play.
, even Yinzhen was very fascinated.
Under the stage, the only person who found it boring was probably Hongshi. For him, who was only four years old, the joys and sorrows of love were too profound to understand.
Tong Jia, who was sitting below Nala, stared blankly at the man who transformed into Emperor Tang Ming on the stage. Even though he was wearing makeup, she could still recognize him at a glance as Fu Congzhi, the man she once thought she loved deeply, her young self.
For his sake, he even agreed to elope with the woman before she entered the palace as an official.
But it was a pity that she was finally found by her family in a ruined temple and brought home. Before leaving, she told Fu Congzhi in tears that she would wait for her. When she left the palace at the age of twenty-five, they would be reunited.
day.
Looking back on that unforgettable love now, Tong Jia has only one feeling - ridiculous!
She was so naive in the past that she actually thought that love was everything. She believed that love was priceless and would last forever. Could that kind of illusory and elusive thing fill her stomach and allow her to enjoy a life of fine clothing and fine food?
An actor is still an actor after all, and it is difficult for him to reach the stage of elegance throughout his life!
Fortunately, fortunately, Ama found him back, and fortunately, he woke up and realized what was truly beneficial to him, so he did not continue to make mistakes.
Prosperity and power are what she wants to hold on to now. Poor and humble couples are miserable. If they can't even eat enough, how can they talk about love and affection?
As soon as the performance of "The Palace of Eternal Life" ended, everyone applauded, especially the actor who played the role of Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty. He was so affectionate, as if Li Longji had really come across thousands of years. Yinzhen even ordered Gou'er to reward the actor with five hundred taels of silver.
Until the sound of the silk strings died down, Fu Yuanzhi still couldn't get away from the play for a long time. Although that love was not tolerated at the time, and even though Li Longji suppressed the objections with the emperor's dignity, this could not cover up the imperial concubine's love.
A true and infatuated love that is rare in this world.
"From now on, I'll take off my makeup later and go thank Prince Yong for the silver reward first!" When Fu Yuanzhi retreated to the back of the stage, the class leader, who was over fifty years old, came over hurriedly to urge him. In his hand, he firmly held a piece of silver with a denomination of five hundred taels.
Tickets, I almost grinned behind my ears. I couldn’t blame him for being blinded by money. Since a few years
After the sudden departure of the former Fu Yuanzhi, the situation of the Chaoyun Theater Troupe, which had lost its mainstay, suddenly took a turn for the worse. The number of theatergoers suddenly dropped by half, and the income dropped sharply. It was difficult for the theater troupe to rent a house in Beijing, so it had no choice but to move the troupe to Beijing.
Living in the suburbs, running around to barely make ends meet.
The troupe leader sighed all day long over this matter. He thought it would be like this in the future. But a few days ago, Fu Congzhi, who had been away for several years, suddenly appeared in front of him and said that he would return to the troupe to sing. This was not the end, it was just...
The next day, the Chaoyun Opera Troupe, which had not been in a dignitary's house for a long time, suddenly received a message from Prince Yong's Mansion, ordering them to come to the Old Summer Palace to perform today. The reward was five times the usual amount. The only condition was that Fu Congzhi had to go.
Although the troupe leader wondered how the people in Prince Yong's Mansion knew that Fu Congzhi had returned to the troupe, this money was too important to him. With this money, he could not only pay the rent for this year, but also pay for it for a long time.
I don’t have to worry about money for a while, so I came without thinking too much.
The class leader also asked where Fu Congzhi had been over the years. Fu Congzhi replied that his father suddenly died of illness. He was so grief-stricken at the time that he didn't bother to say goodbye to the class leader and went back to attend the funeral. After that, he kept his filial piety for several years.
It was only now that the period of filial piety was over that he wanted to come back and perform on stage again. The class leader didn't know that Fu Congzhi still had an old father alive, only that his parents had died long ago.
[Author's digression]: I rushed to Beijing today to attend the annual meeting of Tower Reading. I won't go back until the 21st, so there will be very few updates in these three days. Today will be just one chapter. Please forgive me. I will try to take as much time as possible.