"How about he being in the Dayun Opera Troupe?" the lady asked again.
"I came to Dayun Opera Troupe not long ago. As far as I know, there is no martial arts student named Desheng in the troupe." Haitang replied.
"Oh..." The lady was very disappointed after hearing this, but she quickly covered up this loss and disappointment with her habitual expression.
The plays I just told Madam about have taken up a lot of time. Now, the afternoon play is about to begin, and Madam has also gone out to listen to the play.
Desheng and Haitang grasped this clue.
I found a martial arts student in the dressing room. I had helped him put on makeup in the past two days, so he was somewhat familiar with it.
"Does our troupe have a great martial arts student named Desheng?" Haitang asked quietly.
"Desheng? How do you know this person?" Wusheng stood up.
"I'm new here. I want to get to know the seniors of the Dayun Theater Troupe." Haitang replied.
"Desheng is an old martial arts student in the Dayun Theater Troupe. He lost a competition with another martial arts student a few years ago and left the troupe. The martial arts industry is not easy to get into. Once the competition starts, if you lose, you will not be able to perform on the stage for the rest of your life. If you take this oath,
If you don't comply, you will be beaten to death with sticks." The martial artist said with emotion.
"Then he is now..." Haitang asked.
"I heard that he went away with an old lady and flew away, and there has been no news since. His taboo is completely violated. A martial artist should not easily compete with others, let alone flirt with a flower girl. He is really..." Xiao Wusheng said, "But at that time
He is also a hit in Dayun Opera Troupe. Every performance, he is praised by the most people, including the royal family, relatives, poor people, everyone is happy to talk about him, and the most people mention him by name. Without him, there would be no Dayun Opera Troupe today.
He has become the mainstay of the Dayun Opera Troupe for many years. Apart from his bad ending, he is really enviable."
"Then he also came to the Prince's Mansion to sing?" Haitang asked.
"Desheng has even been to the imperial palace, let alone the Prince's Mansion. In those years, the Prince's Mansion had a lot of singing, and he could always sing seven or eight times a year. Unlike now, the situation is bleak..." Wu Sheng replied
she.
Since Desheng, no martial arts student who has suddenly risen can surpass Desheng's achievements on the stage.
So does Madam pay attention to Desheng because of his performance on stage, or for other reasons.
Haitang decided to test Madam.
When it got dark and the afternoon play was finished, the lady unexpectedly called Haitang over again. It turned out that she wanted to hear her talk about the libretto!
So Haitang told his wife a long song version of "A Dream of Red Mansions" that she had randomly adapted. The story was so fateful that she was completely fascinated by it...
"Madam, I have some news about the great martial arts student of Desheng." Haitang said this, and the princess's wife immediately walked out of the faint resentment in the Dream of Red Mansions just now, staring at Haitang with bright eyes.
"He..." Madam couldn't ask, and she didn't know what to ask.
"He left the Dayun Opera Troupe a few years ago and lived a happy life in secret with a famous actress," Haitang said.
There was a hint of loss in the lady's eyes. After a long time, she finally felt relieved...
"Perhaps this is the best ending to the story..." the lady stood in front of the window and sighed.
Then he took out a painting and threw it into the brazier. Haitang did not see the whole picture, but only saw the face of a handsome man in the painting. What surprised Haitang was that the man was somewhat similar to the princess...