Hua Yue was mesmerized by Cui Yingying's singing, and unconsciously chanted a few lines along with it.
Zhou Jun looked interesting and asked with a smile: "Can you understand the script?"
Huayue shook her head and said: "I don't understand most of the poems, but this play not only contains poems, but also lyrics, as well as movements and gestures."
After saying this, Hua Yue held her chin with both hands, looked at Cui Yingying on the stage, and said softly: "Not only that, the role of Cui Yingying is the most beautiful person I have ever seen since I came to the Tang Dynasty."
Zhou Jun was stunned and took a closer look at the stage.
Song Ruo'e, who plays Cui Yingying, calls herself Hanxiao Jushi. Most of the time, she is bare-faced. She also likes to keep a straight face, and she doesn't have a good expression when talking to others.
When Zhou Jun was with her, he was often criticized, but he never paid much attention to her appearance.
Now that he looked at them carefully, Zhou Jun couldn't help but think that all the five girls in Beili knew that if they put on make-up, they would be judged based on their appearance.
Excluding Xiyunna, the Hu girl, Xie Qin and Hongzhi are still in the same league, Liu Xiaoxian is a little behind, but the person with the best appearance should be Song Ruo'e.
Hua Yue watched it for a while and then said: "This Romance of the West Chamber is completely different from the plays I watched in the Villa."
"The drama is interesting but too noisy, the dance drama is beautiful but alienating, but The West Chamber seems like a real thing that happened in life. The characters and plot are vivid."
Zhou Jun could understand what Hua Yue said.
In fact, human performances and dramas, with the progress and development of the times, have been moving closer to a sense of reality and immersion.
Nuo opera in ancient times was mainly used to exorcise evil spirits and worship gods.
After that, operas such as Shehuo, Shuohe, and Nie, in addition to being guided by the worship of gods, also introduced some humanistic feelings and emotional expressions.
Later, the drama, dance drama, opera and humanistic elements became more intense.
Until the modern society of the previous life, television, movies and stage plays were almost replicas of real life.
While Zhou Jun was thinking about it, Cui Yingying's drama happened to come to an end.
The audience in the audience, watching Cui Yingying leave the stage gracefully, felt as if they were waking up from a dream, and burst into deafening cheers.
Even Hua Yue beside Zhou Jun stood up from the ground and said happily: "What a great performance! I really hope those arrogant Persian musicians in the Dashi Palace can come here to have a look!"
Zhou Jun smiled and turned to look at the other spectators on the mountain steps.
The members of Hongyan Poetry Club gathered together and watched the situation on the stage attentively.
A group of literati from Chang'an City happily talked about the grand occasion of the theater and composed impromptu poems.
Further inside the backyard of the Bodhi Temple, there is a pavilion built on a high place. Not only does it have a good view, it is also quiet. Through the green branches and leaves, you can occasionally see some young masters and ladies from the noble families.
Zhou Jun saw two young women standing by the pavilion. One was wearing a crimson skirt and the other was wearing a blue orchid skirt.
Looking at the figures of the two women, Zhou Jun always felt that he had seen them somewhere, but he couldn't remember them.
The two women were talking and didn't notice Zhou Jun's gaze at all.
I saw the woman in red spinning around in circles and asking with a smile: "Sister, look at me, do I look like a matchmaker?"
The woman in green frowned and said, "Father has told me that when you go out, you need to be careful about your words and deeds, so as not to ruin the reputation of the Xiao family."
Mrs. Xiao Er said with a smile: "My sister is talking more and more like Yingying. Why don't we go around and look for Zhang Sheng?"
Mrs. Xiao pretended to be angry and said, "You can go ahead and go, I want to stay and watch the show."
Mrs. Xiao quickly said: "Then I also want to stay. The first half of the book is only 30% off, and I also want to make up for the back."
Seeing that Mrs. Xiao stopped talking, Mrs. Xiao came closer and said, "Sister, please tell me, are those people telling the truth or lies?"
Mrs. Xiao: "Who are they?"
Mrs. Xiao: "It's the people from the Hongyan Poetry Club. They said that the scenes and plot of The West Chamber came from Zhou Hengcai's mouth. Is it true?"
Mrs. Xiao thought for a while and then said: "Zhou Heng was born in Nuya and has never entered school."
"As those people just said, Zhou Hengcai himself also said that he also heard the scenes and plot of The West Chamber from other people."
Mrs. Xiao asked further: "So, Zhou Hengcai heard the chrysanthemum poem that day from somewhere else?"
Mrs. Xiao looked confused, but fell silent.
The West Chamber plays out with twists and turns, and by the time the play ends, the time has reached noon.
I saw only red candles and colorful lanterns, and heard bright joy.
Cui Yingying, who was on the stage, was dressed in green clothes with hairpins and hairpins. She and Zhang Sheng bowed to heaven and earth in the hall, and said shyly: "It was destined in your previous life, don't miss your marriage; I hope that all lovers in the world will become married."
Hearing this sentence, the many unsatisfied audiences in the audience were all infatuated, and tears flowed down unconsciously.
Huayue sat next to Zhou Jun and slowly repeated: "May all lovers in the world become dependents... That's really a good thing to say."
Zhou Jun scratched his head.
From ancient times to the present, all women have deeply appreciated this wonderful saying, but no one is immune to it.
Amidst the sound of music, all the actors took the stage for the curtain call, and the curtains on the stage were slowly drawn, indicating that The West Chamber was finally over.
The audience in the audience saw the curtain closing and just stood there, no one wanted to leave.
I don't know who it was, but the leader held up his hands and shouted loudly, "Hello".
For a moment, the applause, cheers, and shouts are endless, resounding throughout the sky, and have not faded for a long time.
The actors who had already left the stage looked at each other in shock when they saw this scene, not knowing what to do.
Jie Qin, who was supporting the audience, gritted his teeth and ordered the servants to open the curtain again, allowing the actors to take the stage once again for the curtain call.
After repeating this three times, people finally slowly dispersed.
Zhou Jun glanced around him. Most of the audience on the mountain steps had dispersed, while Hua Yue was sitting there with blurred eyes, as if he was still thinking about the play.
Zhou Jun: "Let's go. If it's too late, we'll be delayed leaving the city."
Huayue sighed, stood up faintly, sighed and said, "It would be great if I could watch it again."
Zhou Jun smiled helplessly.
The two of them walked towards the temple gate hand in hand. When they just walked out of the inner street, they saw a man with a sword on his waist, standing in the middle of the road.
Seeing Zhou Jun approaching, the man raised his hands and said, "But Zhou Jun?"
Zhou Jun was stunned when he heard this, but before he could answer, he saw Hua Yue's complexion change suddenly as if facing a formidable enemy, and her hand reached for the dagger behind her waist.
Hua Yue lowered her voice and said to Zhou Jun: "This man has superb martial arts skills."
Zhou Jun's heart froze, and he looked behind the man again, only to see several other people in ordinary attire standing at the street entrance not far away.
Knowing he was outmatched, Zhou Jun stretched out his hand to stop the movement of drawing the moon, and asked the man: "Yes."
The man nodded and said, "My master, please invite Mr. Zhou to get together."
Zhou Jun: "Dare I ask your lord's name?"
Man: "You'll find out when you get here."
Zhou Jun looked around and saw that this was the south side of Pingkangfang. Next to it was Jinzouyuan and the residences of dignitaries. There were also Fangding and Wuwei on the streets. Just a single shout would cause a commotion.
Zhou Jun made some calculations in his mind, then raised his hands to the man and said, "Please lead the way."
The man turned around and walked towards the temple, followed by Zhou Jun and Hua Yue.
A group of people came to the door of a Zen room. The man knocked on the door and said, "Here we come."
An old male voice came from inside: "Come in."
The man opened the door and Zhou Jun walked in first. When Hua Yue wanted to follow, he was stopped.
The man said coldly to Huayue: "The master's family only sees Zhou Erlang."
Seeing that Huayue was about to get angry, Zhou Jun smiled and said, "You wait outside the door first."
Huayue asked anxiously: "But?"
Zhou Jun: "I am sensible and will not get in the way."
Putting the painted moon in place, Zhou Jun walked into the room and saw that the room was filled with incense, curling as lightly as smoke.
A woman opened the curtain of the Zen room and walked out.
Zhou Jun saw her and froze on the spot.
He knew this woman. She was She Hongzhi, a well-known person in Nanqu.
She Hongzhi looked at Zhou Jun, covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Erlang, come in quickly, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Zhou Jun frowned, and after entering the curtain, he saw an old man wearing a black brocade robe, sitting on the Zen mat, and looked over with a smile.
The old man had a bright head and pale face, and his body was a little thin, but his pair of deep-set eyes were particularly bright.
Zhou Jun had never seen this person before, but he guessed that he was an extraordinary person, so he sang a song.
The old man looked at Zhou Jun and said with a smile: "Pang Zuojian has mentioned you several times. I should have waited for him to bring you to visit."
"But I guess you will come here to watch the show today, and my house is only one wall away, so I wanted to see you first."
The old man's words made Zhou Jun start thinking quickly.
I am acquainted with Pang Gong and his residence is next door to Bodhi Temple. Who is this old man?
Suddenly, a name appeared in his mind.
Zhou Jun's eyes widened, his body trembled, and he quickly bowed and saluted: "Young man has met Li Xiang!"
