"Okay, good enough. It's just that these songs and makeup are not introduced regularly, and the royal family and relatives will be tired of aesthetics. Only by regularly introducing new things will they never get tired of it, and the Dayun Opera Troupe can be passed down through the ages.
, if you hire us tonight, I promise to come up with a new play script and give it to you tomorrow, and if you don’t take any part, I will treat you as a filial piety." Haitang said.
Upon hearing this, the steward looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he waved his hand and let them in, saying that they were recruited, and at the same time arranged for them to rest in a wing.
It was late at night, and the troupe was not idle. The actors were diligently practicing their voices.
"Sister Haitang, is that bracelet real?" Lamei was still distressed about this matter.
"If you like it, I'll give you one hundred and eighty." Haitang said with a smile. The bracelet was originally made of cheap jade, but after being chemically colored by Haitang, it formed a weird color inside, making it look different.
It is specially used to fool people. I took one with me to play with when I left. Unexpectedly, I actually used it.
"Those opera singers can eat and drink as long as they open their mouths. It's so relaxing..." Lamei opened the window and listened more clearly.
"One minute on stage is worth ten years of work off stage. Every walk of life has its difficulties and pains, but they are not known to outsiders. Many people think it is easy for us to make money by dyeing cloth, but they don't know that we
After experiencing so many failures and hardships, they only see the bright side." Haitang replied.
Lamei thought for a moment and realized that was indeed the case. The phrase "not known to outsiders" covered things that only the person involved knew.
"By the way, can you write the libretto?" Lamei has only heard a limited amount of plays, let alone writing librettos. Some of the plays even have no idea what they are about after listening to them...
"Let's try it out. You can go to bed tonight." Haitang said.
The environment here is slightly better than the woodshed. Wintersweet lies there with her arms as pillow, watching Begonia still thinking hard under the candle.
"Let me accompany you, Sister Haitang, you haven't slept for several nights." Lamei couldn't bear to sleep alone.
"Good sister, you can't help with this matter. What you can do is sleep well. If you have time to look at our things tomorrow, I can take a nap." Haitang didn't want Lamei to do useless work and waste energy.
Lamei had no choice but to go to bed by herself.
Haitang thought for a while, what kind of songbook should I write?
She didn't know how to write a libretto at all, but the libretto titles she saw hanging on the signboard at the door just now were all titles she had never heard of, such as Cruise Ship, Three Lives and Three Worlds, One River Clear, Angelica Ji, Li Ren Xing...
Haitang knew that the sung version was something handed down by famous writers such as "The Romance of the West Chamber", "Moon Worship Pavilion" and "The Peony Pavilion".
Looking at the songbooks of the Dayun Opera Troupe, they are all about love, love and entanglement. Could it be that the emperor's family likes this kind of thing very much?
Haitang wrote down what she still remembered in "The Peony Pavilion" from memory.
Du Liniang's biological father strictly disciplined her and wouldn't even let her go to the back garden. Her mother was even more so. He only wanted her to be a good wife and mother. He would scold her even if he saw her embroidering a pair of swallows flying together, for fear of arousing her pure heart.
Du Liniang was depressed and died with hatred. After her death, she awakened in youth and met the scholar Liu Mengmei in her dream. She secretly made a secret agreement with her, showed all kinds of love and tenderness, and finally begged the King of Hell to let her come back to life...