"Shh! Be silent, I am not a fairy girl, don't call me that again in the future! You and I don't know each other, I am here to learn opera."
Jia Fei walked up to Hou Siniang in the blink of an eye, stopped her immediately, and shouted in a low voice.
"Studying drama?"
Hou Siniang was confused for a while, but she didn't dare to say anything, so she had to quietly walk away to help Xiao Yuexian organize the chores offstage.
After the class leader hid the money, he walked out with a happy face and faced Jia Fei again.
"Miss, what are your hobbies in studying opera? Which subject do you want to study?"
"Martial Arts!"
"Ah?"
The class leader was stunned, this weak woman wants to attack the swordsman?
"I think your body is very thin, so you need to practice Sword and Horse Dancing from a young age. It would be better for you to start training as a Zhengdan, Qingyi or Huadan..."
"Tsing Yi Hua Dan is not very exciting, but Dao Ma Dan is okay, but it is best to start with Wu Sheng or Wu Hua Lian."
When the class leader heard this, he was immediately stunned. There have been cases where a woman pretended to be an old student, Kunsheng, but she had never heard of a Kunwusheng or a Kunwujing. Then he suddenly felt that this young lady was here to play with him, and his face immediately became a little confused.
Ugly, he said in a deep voice:
"Miss, please don't joke. If you really want to learn opera, you still need to..."
"Who is kidding you!"
The cat demon immediately stopped him and said, "Look," and immediately picked up a tiger-headed sword standing next to him, swinging it with one hand, dancing like a tiger.
This knife weighs at least twenty kilograms. It is a real knife used to control the stage and exorcise evil spirits. It is not a showy thing on the stage.
At this moment, Jia Fei Wu is as light as a stick in his hand, passing from left hand to right hand. Finally, he throws it high into the air, stamps his feet and soars into the air more than two feet high. He catches the sword in the air and dances a few more times.
A knife flower, falling steadily to the ground.
"Teng!"
There was a burst of smoke and dust, and the backstage was silent. Even Deng Yulou, a red-faced man who had just stepped off the stage, was stunned in place.
"Oops! It turns out that the young lady is still a martial arts master, so disrespectful and disrespectful!"
The class leader was the first to react. He is poor at studying Chinese literature and rich at martial arts. No wonder this rich lady wants to become a martial arts student.
"Yulou! Come on, teach this young lady how to practice opera. This is the pillar of our troupe, Deng Yulou, who specializes in martial arts faces, so he can teach this lady just right."
Deng Yulou was startled when he heard this. This delicate lady from a rich family wants to learn martial arts and painted face?
Upon seeing this, the class leader hurriedly pulled him over and whispered. The wealthy lady loved to play, and dealt with the teacher casually. After a little hardship, she naturally quit, and the red-faced man nodded slowly.
Just at this time, another person came in from the backstage door. This person was luxuriously dressed and had an extraordinary momentum. When he came in, he asked loudly:
"Please ask the class leader to come out and answer."
Hou Siniang, who was resting in the corner, was startled when she heard the sound and looked around. She hurriedly covered her face and hid behind the curtain. It turned out that the person coming was Qian Lu, one of the top managers of the Qian Mansion.
When the class leader heard that someone was looking for him, he immediately came forward, thinking that it was a rich man from the town who came to invite the class, but he didn't know that it was Xiao Yuexian who came to invite him.
When Deng Yulou heard that the visitor wanted to invite Xiao Yuexian, he immediately frowned and was about to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by the class leader:
"Yulou, please be more open-minded. This time, I can't compare with anyone else. I was hired by the uncle of the Qianfu family in Qingchuan. This Qianfu is in Qingchuan County and is even more untouchable than the county magnate."
Xiao Yuexian glanced at Deng Yulou, sighed softly, stretched out her hand to pat Deng Yulou's shoulder to express comfort, and then greeted the steward of the Qian Mansion with a smile on her face, but the steward waved his hand and said:
"Our uncle gave special instructions and asked Miss Yuexian to change her clothes and look exactly like the tiger mother did when they started having an affair."
Xiao Yuexian had no choice but to walk behind the curtain, only to see Hou Siniang hiding behind the curtain and not daring to go out. When she came in, she hurriedly changed her clothes with her face turned away.
After Xiao Yuexian finished changing her clothes and put on makeup, she was taken away by the manager of the Qian Mansion. The class leader hurriedly smoothed things over, asking everyone to clean up and cook, and then let Jia Fei start her formal opera studies tomorrow, canceling all the red tape of apprenticeships.
Finally, he took Deng Yulou and invited him to a wine shop in the town for a drink to relieve his boredom.
Jia Fei had time to leave the theater backstage, but saw that the sparrow immortal was nowhere to be found.
She had nothing to do, so she wandered into the town.
The gambling house just now was not big, and the money won was not much, and now it is all spent.
……
The largest inn in the town, in a most ordinary guest room.
It was getting dark now, Zhuang Huaijin lit the oil lamp and was still warming up his books, while his roommate was Wenpei. After just having a simple dinner, he felt sleepy and tight after just a quarter of an hour of warming up his books, and he had already collapsed on the couch.
Make a cry.
Cheng Yu stood outside Zhuang Huaijin's window and heard the sound of Tingting reciting an opera from the courtyard next to her.
Qian Ruyu had already set up a very high-quality banquet in the guest room, kicked out Brother Qing and the stewards, and was now laughing and drinking wine with Xiao Yuexian. The two of them even spoke to each other.
The fornication at the beginning of the play is no different.
But Zhuang Huaijin in the guest room here was unmoved at all. Sometimes he was writing furiously at his desk, and sometimes he raised his head and frowned in thought.
On the other hand, Zai Wenpei, who was sitting on the couch next to him, was awakened by the laughing and chanting. When he sat up, he saw that Zhuang Huaijin was still reading a book, so he couldn't help but shake his head and said with a bitter smile:
"On the left, there is warm wine, and the eyebrows are wrapped around the fingers. On the right, there is a cold lamp, few inkstones, and cold paper and pen. Brother Huaijin, you said that I have been studying poetry and books for more than ten years, just for the sake of the next door? It's just his idea for reincarnation.
That’s all.”
Zhuang Huaijin was stunned when he heard this. He had been obsessed with poetry and books before, and had never thought about this problem. After Yu Wenpei's words, he couldn't help but ask himself: I have been studying poetry and books for more than ten years, why did I come here? If we talk about scholarship, the road to scholarship will eventually lead to the path of imperial examinations and fame.
If it is said to be fame, then after the word fame is profit, what is the difference between it and the one next door?
Seeing that Zhuang Huaijin, who had always been clear-minded, was pondering and hesitating at this time, Yu Wenpei couldn't help but chuckle in his heart. Listening to the movement in the yard next door, he felt hungry in his stomach.
After a tiring day, I only ate one pancake for dinner with the poor scholar next to me. When I couldn't carry it, I went out to find a late night snack.
Outside the window, Cheng Yu saw through the open window that Zhuang Huaijin was alone in the guest room fighting with heaven and man. He didn't even notice that the brush in his hand fell off the table.
Cheng Yu also heard what Yu Wenpei said just now, and looking at Zhuang Huaijin's expression, he roughly knew his state of mind at this time.
"Why...why are you here?"
Zhuang Huaijin whispered repeatedly that it would take a cup of tea, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly. Finally, he sighed softly, and suddenly felt that all his original energy was gone, his whole body was exhausted, and he lay on the table and fell into a deep sleep.
Cheng Yu looked at the thin scholar under the oil lamp in the room, repeating in his mind the sentence he just said: Why are you here.
Yes, why are you here...
Suddenly, he remembered an inspiring saying from his past life, which could explain the scholar's confusion.
Seeing that there happened to be a piece of white paper on the table, Cheng Yu immediately used a small amount of water to perform magic, drew a cluster of ground ink from the inkstone, and brushed dots on the white paper.
……
"Boom, boom!"
A burst of thunder woke up Zhuang Huaijin who was lying at his desk. He rubbed his numb arms and his bleary eyes. After stretching, he remembered what had just troubled him and sighed again.
Suddenly, he noticed something unusual on the table. The ink that had been ground in the inkstone was a little lower than before, and there was a circle of gentle ripples on the surface, as if a drop of ink had just fallen into it.
Take a look at the brush on the table on the right. The ink on the tip of the brush has already dried and started to solidify.
Strange...
He turned around and finally saw a few lines of small words on the blank rice paper placed beside him.
A few lines of small characters like bamboo, bending iron and breaking metal.
