On the day after the infantry troops were selected and entered the Fifth Army Camp, an open space was suddenly vacated in a corner of the King Qin Army camp and surrounded by a fence.
Then many people came from the capital city and set up a platform in the middle corner of the open space. There were three or four entrances and exits to the venue, all of which were guarded by guards in royal robes. No outsiders were allowed to enter.
The soldiers of King Qin looked at it very curiously. Some speculated that the emperor was coming to the camp to discuss merit and reward him. However, someone immediately retorted that it would be so troublesome if the emperor wanted to reward merit and the temporary school grounds yesterday could be used.
.Besides, the place is so small, how many people can stand is obviously impossible.
While they were discussing, a well-informed person spread some exciting news.
The imperial court sent people from the Jiaofang Division to perform a play specifically for the cavalry. All cavalry, regardless of generals or soldiers, will have a share and will take turns to watch according to their unit affiliation.
In the boring life of the military camp, such a news suddenly spread, making everyone in the cavalry happy and looking forward to their turn to go to the theater soon.
Around noon, seven or eight carts arrived from the capital and filed into the venue where the stage had been set up.
After Sun Chengzong received the report, he immediately summoned the generals.
The generals thought that the imperial court had come up with a reward package, so they rushed to the Chinese military tent much faster than usual, but they did not see the imperial envoy, so they couldn't help but be a little surprised.[
Sun Chengzong naturally knew what these gangsters were looking forward to. He smiled and said: "The low efficiency of the imperial court is not something that only happens in a day or two. You should know this. The emperor knows that you are all waiting anxiously, so he specially ordered the Jiaofang Secretary to
Come here to relieve your boredom."
When these generals heard this, they were a little disappointed, but it was a comfort to have people from the Jiaofang Division perform.
They also thought that if they stayed here anyway, the army's daily expenses would be provided by the imperial court, so they didn't have to worry about it. Logically speaking, it should be the imperial court who was in a hurry. With this thought, they felt balanced again.
Sun Chengzong pretended not to see the changes in expressions on their faces and continued: "It is said that this time Jiaofangsi is neither an opera nor a song and dance, but a new kind of opera."
When Zu Dashou heard this, he felt puzzled. The imperial court seemed to have done some tricks recently. First, they deployed frontier infantry in an unprecedented way to enrich the 5,000 battalion. Now, they also asked the Jiaofang Secretary to come to the military camp to express condolences, and also acted as follows.
An unprecedented drama.
You Shiwei, the commander-in-chief of Changping, took a step forward, smiled and clasped his fists and said to Sun Chengzong: "I, the last general, am good at opera. I wonder what this new opera is?"
"It is said that it is called a drama. The emperor saw it yesterday and admired it very much. He said that he will vigorously promote this kind of opera." Sun Chengzong introduced it to You Shiwei.
After hearing what Sun Chengzong said, several generals who had no interest in opera also became curious about what kind of opera this play was that the emperor praised so much.
"You all go back to your camp and bring all your cavalry commanders and above to gather at the entrance of the theater. I will watch the first show with you." After finishing speaking, Sun Chengzong stood up, turned around and prepared to go back to the back tent, but he immediately thought of
At one o'clock, he turned back and said: "Everyone must be present and cannot be absent."
"As ordered." All the generals in the tent replied in unison.
Some generals were still thinking in their hearts as they answered, "I am idle anyway, and my soldiers are still worried and don't look at it. Who would be so stupid?"
In the open space at the entrance of the theater, some generals came one after another, preparing to gather to watch the theater. They met each other and greeted each other with interest.
They had just won the battle and were idle in the military camp. The generals were in a good mood, and even some people who usually didn't like to see each other said hello to each other.
"Huang Chuangzi, you don't know a single Chinese character, do you understand this play?" A tall, burly, red-faced man said to a man of similar build but with a steel beard.
When Huang Chuangzi heard the sound and saw the speaker clearly, he pursed his lips and replied: "Who is it? It turns out to be you. Could it be that you are blushing because you just drank wine and got dizzy, thinking you need to be literate to watch a play?"
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"Ha, Huang Chuangzi, Kunshan is not as capable as you, and you are a thousand times less likely to blush." A young general came over to join in the fun.
"Why, General Cao is dissatisfied with my Huang Degong's drinking ability, right? When will we have a fight?" Huang Degong said to Cao Bianjiao with a smile, and then walked over to chat with him about wine.
Huang Degong had a good impression of Cao Bianjiao, who had followed his uncle to fight in Liaodong at a young age. He had a strong impression of himself when he was young, so he was particularly fond of him.
Zuo Liangyu on the side saw that Cao Bianjiao said a word and pulled Huang Degong over. They started chatting lively on the side. Unexpectedly, they became a little chatty, so they turned around to chat with other people.
Without waiting long, Sun Chengzong arrived.
All the generals met with Sun Chengzong together, and then followed Sun Chengzong in great spirits to watch the play.
Not long after they entered, a long line of soldiers came from a distance and lined up in the open space at the entrance. They had to wait for the officials to watch before they could enter to watch the play.
After waiting for a long time, the team began to talk quietly.
"I vaguely remember that when I was a kid, I only saw the opera troupe invited by the village during the Chinese New Year. In the blink of an eye, time flies so fast!" Hu Hao sighed.
"Brother Hu, your village is so rich, you can even invite a theater troupe for the Chinese New Year." Wang Er said enviously after hearing this.
"That's not true. Brother Hu's village is famous nearby, and it has produced the village of Master Juren." One of Hu Hao's fellow villagers answered first.
Hu Hao fell into memories and did not speak.
His brothers in the Ye Bu Shu squad all knew Hu Hao's life experience, and seeing his expression, they knew he was recalling his hometown that was destroyed by the war.
So, several people immediately talked about this new type of opera, what is it called, and what kind of thing is it? Slowly brought Hu Hao's mind back, and they started chatting together.
They didn't realize that right behind them, there was a person who had been paying attention to them, with an envious look in his eyes. Just a few months ago, he had such a group of good brothers, but now he will never see them again. He himself was there a few months ago.
When Marshal Tian Sui Zhu Mei was chasing Jianlu, he tried his best to kill two Tatars, but it was far from the number of brothers lost.
In this life, he will at least kill enough Tatars to pay homage to his dead brothers. Zhu Yuanzhong secretly swore in his heart.
Suddenly, someone said: "Come out, come out."
When these soldiers heard this, they all raised their heads and looked toward the exit of the theater. Sure enough, Sun Chengzong took the lead and led a group of generals to file out.
But they found that none of the generals who came out had the usual smiles after watching a play, and no one commented on the play. They felt that these generals had the look on their faces when someone owed them money and they didn't pay back.
Everyone has sympathy. As long as the time and opportunity are right, even the most evil person can inspire his sympathy to a greater or lesser extent.
Sun Chengzong's personal guard, who was maintaining order among the soldiers outside the field, saw Sun Chengzong coming out and quickly went over to ask for instructions.
Sun Chengzong looked at the soldiers who looked excited about entering the theater, sighed inwardly, and then motioned to his guards to arrange for them to enter.
A coordinating officer in charge of the performance of the Jiaofang Division was backstage, constantly ordering people to do this and that. Originally, Wen Fengluan came to supervise the performance in person, but at the last minute, he received an imperial order to ask the Jiaofang Division to prepare a few more performances.
The theater troupe was going to Jiangnan to perform, so he had to stay in Jiaofangsi to arrange for other theater troupes to rehearse.
The emperor's order also required them to come to the camp of the king's army to perform continuously during the day and perform without interruption. The performance must be of high quality and quantity, so that the soldiers can feel the same.
The coordination officer was so busy that he was sweating. Seeing that the front of the stage was beginning to fill up with soldiers, he urged preparations for the opening ceremony.
Then he walked up to a female actor and asked with concern: "Miss Yue'er, ah, no"
Miss Yue'er raised her head and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, just call me Yue'er. My family is from Yingchun Tower. This is a fact."
"How can this be done? The court has commended the girl for her good deeds. Wen Fengluan personally came to invite the girl to play this role."
Before the coordinator finished speaking, he heard the sound of gongs and drums, so he had to interrupt the conversation and changed his words: "Take it easy, the girl is on stage. If you can't cry, there's no need to cry."
"I'll try my best." Miss Yue'er stood up and Yifu replied, then tidied up her temples and walked to the front desk.
The coordination officer looked at Miss Yue'er's back and thought that the seizure of Yingchun Building, the property of former Baoding Marquis Liang Shixun, was a turning point in Miss Yue'er's life. He hoped that such a kind-hearted girl would meet a good person in the future.
The coordination officer gave a silent blessing, and then got busy again, instructing the people backstage to prepare props and other things needed for the next set.
I was busy until the sun went down, and then I was notified that I could rest.
The actors backstage were all so tired that they sat in their respective seats to rest, and no one spoke.
The coordination officer supported his sore waist with his hands and walked to Miss Yue'er. He found that both of her eyes were red and swollen. He quickly turned around and shouted: "Bring a towel quickly, soak it in hot water and put it in Miss Yue'er's eyes."
Cover it.”
After he finished shouting, he turned back to Yue'er and said, "My aunt, you don't want your eyes anymore. If you keep crying, you will make your eyes go blind."
Yue'er opened her little mouth slightly and said with a smile in a slightly hoarse voice: "When the slave family saw the reactions of the generals who were filled with indignation and wanted to kill the prisoners, the slave family felt that everything they had paid was worth it."
"There are still several days to come. Listen to me and take it easy." The coordination officer was a little worried and ordered forcefully.
If he hadn't known that it would be too hard for actors to perform continuously during the day, and if watching plays at night would affect the stability of the military camp, Sun Chengzong might have asked the theater troupe to perform at night to shorten the publicity time as much as possible.
After all the cavalry had finished watching, it was time to start the next plan. When Sun Chengzong thought of this, he couldn't help but think of the situation with Marquis Zhongxing, the initiator of all this. He didn't know whether it was going well or not.
At this time, Zhong Jinwei was also resting, and he would arrive at one of the destinations of his trip, Xuanfu Town, tomorrow.
He had already explained the purpose of this trip to Ma Xianglin and Zhang Fengyi, and with Yu Haijing's explanation, he had a rough idea of the operation.
Zhong Jinwei thought before going to bed that starting from tomorrow, it will not be as easy as traveling these past few days. I don't know what happened to Gu Baichuan and the others. Where are they now?
After thinking about it, Zhong Jinwei fell into sleep.