The actor on the stage was already singing. His little voice was really good, sweet and sweet. His posture, appearance, and expression were all top-notch. But Jia Cong was impatient and couldn't listen. He still wanted to doze off. Looking around, everyone was like
He was so mesmerized that although his face was facing the stage, Liu Zhuang looked around with the corner of his eye from time to time. Shen Zhimo spent his teenage years in Dajiala, and he liked the music styles brought by Jia Cong from later generations, but he was also bored.
After the first song was finished, the actors retreated backstage, and the audience could not recover for a long time. Jia Cong stretched out his hand and knocked a few times in front of Cui Ju and Lu Jian's case: "Hey, hey, it's dawn!" The two took a deep breath, clasped their hands vigorously and praised.
. Alarming the others, a shower of applause erupted in the theater.
Lu Jian was the first to say in surprise: "Brother Zhou, how can you be so normal? This song can only be heard in heaven, how many times can you hear it in the human world!"
Jia Cong shrugged: "I don't like to listen to operas. Even if he sings "Hua Er", I can't listen to him."
Lu Jian shook his head in confusion. After a while, he smiled again and said: "This child is amazing, he looks so small."
Cui Ju immediately held the tea and was about to eat it, but he stopped immediately when he heard it. Jia Cong shrugged again: "That's right. Is that female actor really a boy?"
Cui Ju said: "Yes, he is the son of the leader of the Hechun class, and he will be on stage today."
Jia Cong frowned: "What kind of woman is a good boy pretending to be?" Jiang You and Jiang You are both extremely beautiful, so it is normal for their son to grow up like this. In future generations, if the child is not preserved, he will be discriminated against because of boys and girls. "And he pretends to be a woman's voice.
.It would be great to have a girl sing the female role, it would be natural and upright."
Cui Ju and Lu Jian looked at each other with blank expressions. A senior attendant following Cui Ju couldn't help but asked: "Ms. Zhou, don't you think that Zhengdan looks good?"
Jia Cong said: "If it's a little girl, it's good-looking; if it's a boy, this good-looking view is wrong. Women are women's good-looking views, and men are men's good-looking views. No matter how good-looking a man is when he pretends to be a woman, it's just pretentious good-looking, not
Of course." He pointed at Liuzhuang, "Our boy also looks like a boy and a girl. Do you think he looks like a woman at all?"
Several people in the official seats couldn't help but raise their eyes to look at Liuzhuang. Liuzhuang sat with his back as straight as a bell, without any expression on his face. There was a sudden disappointment. Shen Zhimo said crisply: "The strong is always moving, the gentle is always quiet."
.Divide yin into yang, and use softness and hardness over time. Naturalness will lead to rectification, while correction will lead to deformity.”
An idea flashed in Jia Cong's mind, and he raised his hands to Cui Ju and said, "Brother Cui, are there any four treasures of the study here?"
Cui Ju was stunned: "Yes!"
"Get it!" Jia Cong rolled up his sleeves, "I want to write an article."
Naturally, he didn't want to "write" the article, he just wanted to "copy" the article. The context just now was indeed very suitable for copying a high school text: Notes of the Sick Plum Library. Not long after, the pen and ink were delivered, and Shen Zhimo personally researched the ink, and Jia Cong brainstormed it.
Mr. Gong's masterpiece has been slightly modified. For example, "After crying for three days, I vowed to cure it" was changed to "After three days of feeling sad, I tried to cure it." The gongs started again on the opposite stage. There was no one in this official seat.
Focusing on watching the drama, everyone gathered in front of Jia Cong's case. Jia Cong had made up his mind, picked up his pen and wrote it with a stroke, titled "The Story of Sick Plum", and threw it to everyone.
Lu Jian shook his head and started to read: "Dragon Pan of Jiangning, Wei Deng of Suzhou..." and when he read, "You can make money by taking sick plum blossoms as a career," he pawed and said, "Brother Zhou, don't be an ordinary-hearted sick plum.
Just like this male disguised as a woman." The face of the Cui family's attendant was as golden as paper, Cui Ju tried his best to grimace, but still showed a hint of smile.
After reading the full text, Cui Ju applauded and took the lead in bowing to the ground: "Brother Zhou, I admire you so much. I am so impressed."
Lu Jian also bowed to the ground: "I have no choice but to bow down to Yuanmen."
Shen Zhimo said in admiration: "Mr. Xianggong, now I know that Xianggong is well-deserved."
Jia Cong was already as thick-skinned as a city wall, so he pretended to be humble and said, "It's just something I feel."
The chief attendant hid in a corner and secretly bowed to Jia Cong, then walked out as if nothing happened.
After that, no one in the official seats was watching the play, and everyone was talking about "The Story of a Sick Plum". Unknowingly, applause and cheers burst out from everywhere - the play had ended. The stage leader came out to thank the audience. Jia Cong had already
I couldn't remember what Jiang Yuhan looked like. When I looked closely, I saw that this brother looked younger than me. I just started to feel envious, but then I remembered that it was not a good thing to look young in their line of work, and I felt a little pity.
Then I heard a high-pitched voice yelling in a crooked voice from the gatekeeper's seat: "What a show! Our master has a reward~~" There was a commotion below, and the reward must be a lot of money.
Jia Cong hurriedly looked around and found nothing strange, so he pulled Cui Ju and whispered: "Isn't there something exciting? Why don't you come?"
Cui Ju looked embarrassed, pulled him back, and complained in a low voice: "How did I know!"
Before he finished speaking, someone shouted: "It's wrong - it's wrong - He Chunban took away someone's playbook - I wrote this play - they took the playbook and didn't give me any money -"
Jia Cong's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and said: "The excitement is coming, hahaha..." He immediately leaned out half of his body and said excitedly, "Watching the excitement is not afraid of making things big, if it makes it bigger!"
I heard uproar from all sides, and there was a commotion below, with sharp and rough voices shouting "Quiet!", it was so funny. Cui Ju hurriedly sent people down to check what was going on. After a long time, the boy came back and said: "There are many people down here and it's chaotic. Little
There was no way to go in. But by chance, I met the brother next to the old man over there and circled him out, and I was busy dragging him to inquire."
It turned out that the person who complained just now was actually a civil servant named Zhao, who wrote books for the theater troupe because of his poverty. He said that he wrote this book "Zi Jian Nanzi", and he also wrote four Confucian anecdotes for the Hechun troupe.
It was quite difficult to turn these titles into play scripts, and he spent more than half a year writing them. The theater troupe promised to give him a hundred taels of silver for each play, but he didn't want to suddenly change his mind a few days ago and insist that these scripts are from another book.
Written by Mr. Wu. The theater troupe has called Mr. Wu, saying that there are witnesses and physical evidence. The noble asked Mr. Zhao if he had any evidence. Mr. Zhao said that he could write down these notes verbatim, and asked the noble to go to the theater.
Find the other four notebooks. The order has just been passed down to get the four treasures of the study.
After hearing this, Jia Cong glanced at Shen Zhimo. Shen Zhimo's voice even rose: "Sir, sir, can we mess with this?"
It was obvious that she wanted to go, how could Jia Cong not make it happen? "It's still civilized now, so let's stir things up first. Otherwise, if we don't become civilized later, it may not be so troublesome." Then he stood up and said to Cui Ju, "I'll go down and join in the fun, will you go?
go?"
Cui Ju was stunned: "You want to go down so early? Don't you like to cause trouble?"
Jia Cong said: "I don't like to appear according to other people's arrangements." He picked up his feet and started to leave.
The chief Sui became impatient and caught up with him, cupping his hands and saying, "Mr. Zhou, there are many noble people below us. We don't know what's going on, so we'd better avoid them first."
Jia Cong blinked: "Uncle, you have to know that the person who appears late may not be the protagonist, and it may not always be a friendly guest appearance." He left him and left.
Shen Zhimo followed closely, his eyes shining like two Sirius stars. Liu Zhuang led a few guards and escorted him back. Lu Jian hurriedly took two sips of tea and trotted in behind Jia Cong. Cui Ju had no choice but to look at each other with Chang Sui.
, also followed.
Everyone walked to the official seat in the middle of the lower court gate. Lu Jian stepped forward and raised his hands to a man dressed as an old servant, and whispered: "Uncle, can you please help Mr. Lu to come out for a while? I am his nephew, and I have a very special relationship."
Please see me for something urgent." He quietly stuffed a small purse into him. The old servant weighed it twice, nodded with satisfaction, and turned around and went in.
After a while, a middle-aged Confucian scholar came out, who must be Master Lu. Lu Jian pulled him and murmured a few words. Master Lu was overjoyed and looked towards Jia Cong and others. Jia Cong looked at him and bowed. Master Lu smiled.
He nodded and went back. After a while, Mr. Lu and a man in his thirties walked out. The man asked: "Who said that this case can be solved?"
Just as Jia Cong was about to speak, Shen Zhimo stepped forward and said loudly: "Sir, the little girl may not be able to solve the case, but the little girl knows that even if the Juren master can write the play script word for word, he may not be the author.
Maybe he heard people rehearsing next to the theater troupe."
The man looked her over a few times and said, "Ignore other things, the rehearsal of the play today is very confidential and no outsiders can hear it."
Shen Zhimo said: "Didn't I sing the whole song today? People with good memories can already memorize all the music and lyrics."
The Confucian scholar hurriedly said: "Little girl, don't make blind guesses. No matter how good your memory is, how can it be so good that you can remember it after hearing it once?"
Shen Zhimo immediately said: "I can do it. My cousin can do it too." She thought about it and pointed at Jia Cong, "His cousin can do it too."
Jia Cong hurriedly said: "My daughter-in-law can do it too. My uncle can do it too. There may not be many people with good memories, but they are definitely not difficult to find."
Shen Zhimo said: "It's not like this. I'll write down all the lyrics and music silently, gentlemen, take a look and see if there are any mistakes in your memory."
The man thought for a moment: "Can you really write it silently?"
Shen Zhimo held up his chest and clasped his hands: "Yes, I can ensure that every sound is correct and every word is correct."
The man nodded: "Okay. If that's the case, you come in with me."
Shen Zhimo smiled proudly. From the corner of his eye, Jia Cong glanced at the long follower next to Cui Ju. When he saw that this man's face turned pale, he knew that his arrangement had been disrupted, and he was heartbroken.
Several people followed in and took a look. They saw that the screens on both sides of the official seat had been removed. It was as big as three official seats, and there were many people standing inside. Among them sat an old man and a young man, who they thought were from the King of Qi and the Kong family.
The eldest son Kong Yunxian, Jiang Yuhan and several theater troupes were all kneeling. There was a small case next to them, and a Confucian scholar was writing. The men approached the King of Qi and whispered for a long time with a smile. The King of Qi raised his eyes.
Looking over, Jia Cong cupped his hand. King Qi nodded. Lord Lu asked someone to set up another case for Shen Zhimo.
Shen Zhimo thanked him and picked up his pen to write. Jia Cong stood aside and looked at it. Shen Zhimo only wrote this book, "Zi Jian Nanzi", and the Confucian scholar had to write five plays, so Shen Zhimo finished it first. She looked up
He glanced at the Confucian scholar and began to compose music.
At this moment, Mr. Wu, who helped the troupe write the script, arrived. He was brought to King Qi and swore that he had written the script himself, and that the man named Zhao was a porcelain man. Jia Cong glanced at Wu.
After half a day, Mr. Zhao looked back at Mr. Zhao and suddenly said loudly: "My lords, I already know who wrote the book."
Everyone in the house was shocked, and several people asked in unison: "Who is it?"
Jia Cong smiled and said: "If I tell it directly, the other person will definitely not be convinced. Otherwise, I will give a question to two gentlemen who claim to be the authors of the play. After finishing it, the fake person will definitely be speechless.
It can be said."
Mr. Lu rushed to him in two steps, his voice trembling slightly: "Mr. Zhou, do you really mean what you said?"
Jia Cong nodded: "Seriously. Protect Li Kui and clear his name. Li Gui has no excuse."
Mr. Lu was overjoyed and turned around and shouted: "Master!"
The King of Qi narrowed his eyes and looked at Jia Cong for a long time, and asked Kong Yunxian next to him. Kong Yunxian was still a child and found it interesting and nodded in agreement. The King of Qi then ordered someone to bring a small case to Jia Cong. Jia Cong rolled down his sleeves and felt conscious
He is quite free and easy, writing with pen in hand.
After writing for a while, Liu Zhuang leaned into his ear and whispered: "The kid singing Zhengdan is looking at you." Jia Cong looked up and saw the kid looking at him, looking pitiful. Jia Cong felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
A great feeling of freedom. They are all fourteen or fifteen-year-old children, and they are forced to move around among nobles to survive. Theoretically, this child should be similar to Mei Ji who was rescued from Prince Wu's Mansion in the early years. But I don't know where the feeling is different.
Jia Cong stayed for a moment and then asked the question.
At that time, all three people had finished writing. Someone took Shen Zhimo and Mr. Zhao's manuscript and matched it with the troupe's script. Jia Cong sent two test questions to Wu and Zhao. The two were stunned when they looked at the test questions: "What is this question called?"
!”
Jia Cong smiled and said: "You two just answer. After answering, you will be convinced whether the author is true or the fake one." After a pause, he added, "Does anyone feel that this kind of question insults your wisdom as scholars?
, do you want to walk away?"
Shen Zhimo immediately said: "Those who are afraid of being caught are the fake ones. The real author must be eager for the truth to be revealed!"
After hearing this, the two of them did not dare to say anything, and immediately started writing. The question was too simple, but within a moment they had finished answering it. Shen Zhimo stepped forward to collect the papers and sent them to Jia Cong. Jia Cong just scanned them each.
He glanced at it and said, "It's not what I expected." He bowed his hand to King Qi and said, "Sir, based on my observation, the play script and these two answer sheets, Wan Sheng can conclude that the play script was written by Mr. Wu.
What about Mr. Zhao? I guess he was originally a watcher of the opera. I just heard that you gave the opera troupe a huge reward, so he relied on his good memory and pretended to have written the play script himself, hoping to extort a sum of money from the opera troupe."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Wu and Mr. Zhao shouted at the same time: "Mr. Mingzhi!" "Spurting people with blood! Sir, they are in the same group!"
"Don't shout~~ You will make a lot of noise if you speak too loudly." Jia Cong said confidently, "Sir, please take a look at the paper and I will explain it to you."
King Wu waved, and someone sent two answer sheets to him. King Wu was stunned when he looked at the papers: "What kind of question is this?"
I saw it written above:
Thirty questions of personality test.
Question 1. Which of the following generals do you like best?
A, Bai Qi. B, Yue Fei. B, Li Jing. Ding, Zhao Yun.
Question 2. Which of the following women do you like best?
A, Wang Zhaojun. B, Yang Yuhuan. C, Su Xiaoxiao. Ding, Mu Guiying.
Question 3. Which of the following dishes do you like best?
A, Braised lion head. B, Spicy and sour cucumber strips. C, Braised lobster in oil. Dice, stir-fried baby cabbage.
Question 4. Which of the following animals do you like best?