While the three disciples of Zhang Zhihuo's sect were upset for Cheng Xiaolou, they couldn't help but secretly rejoice in their hearts.

Thinking of the scene where they were tied to the bed and playing with chrysanthemums, the three of them couldn't help but shiver subconsciously.

"Fortunately, I worshiped under Mr. Zhang to learn opera, otherwise I might have been singing Houting Hua across the river at this time. ”

The guy with a national face and a height of nearly one meter nine stared at Cheng Xiaolou, and his mind was full of his appearance in the shirt and makeup.

"Not to mention, this kid is really handsome, his skin is whiter than that of his little sister, and he may be more charming than a woman, so it's no wonder that the head of their troupe surnamed Wu has a crooked mind. ”

Although no one was embarrassed to say it in front of Cheng Xiaolou, the three brothers under Zhang Zhihuo's disciple who studied drama together just glanced at each other and guessed what each other thought.

Cheng Xiaolou pretended not to see the hot eyes of the three guys, bowed deeply to Zhang Zhihuo and said loudly: "Please Mr. Zhang administer justice for our senior brother!"

Seeing this, Duan Lanquan also hurriedly followed his example and bent down ninety degrees to plead, "Please ask Mr. Zhang to make the decision for us!"

The courtyard was instantly quiet, Cheng Xiaolou and Duan Lanquan both maintained a posture of bending down and bowing, while Xiao Yu'er and her three senior brothers looked at Zhang Zhihuo above without blinking.

Cheng Xiaolou originally thought that Mr. Zhang, who was rumored to be hot-tempered and jealous, would agree without hesitation, but who knew that he was silent at this time and never spoke.

"Could it be that he is afraid of offending Wu Mantun? Or does he not want to join in, so as not to make enemies out of thin air and set himself on fire?"

At this moment, Cheng Xiaolou suddenly felt a little bottomless in his heart.

Sure enough, I'm most afraid that the air will suddenly be quiet.

"Grandpa......"

Seeing that Zhang Zhihuo didn't speak for a long time, Xiao Yu'er couldn't help but want to help Cheng Xiaolou and Duan Lanquan talk.

However, she shouted the word grandpa, and the next words were interrupted by Zhang Zhihuo raising his hand.

The three apprentices had already reached their throats, and they were also glared back by him.

"Little Yu'er, take what he has in his hand and put it away. ”

stopped his granddaughter from talking to his apprentice, and Zhang Zhihuo quietly commanded Xiao Yu'er.

"Okay, grandpa. ”

Xiao Yu'er was relieved, and hurriedly went up to pick up the fruit basket and flowers in Xiao Lou's hand.

"There's still a chance!"

Cheng Xiaolou and Duan Lanquan glanced at each other with a tacit understanding, and breathed a sigh of relief without a trace.

Since the other party accepted the gift brought, it means that they have not explicitly rejected their request, at least there is still a chance.

"Your name is Cheng Xiaolou?"

Zhang Zhihuo picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup, took a sip of tea soup and moistened his throat, and then set his eyes on Cheng Xiaolou's face again.

"Yes. ”

Cheng Xiaolou straightened up, straightened his waist like a javelin, and met his gaze without the slightest dodge.

"I have heard the name of Wu Mantun of the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe more or less, although his reputation in our industry is really not good. But that doesn't prove that what you're saying is true. ”

Zhang Zhihuo and Cheng Xiaolou looked at each other for three seconds, and then slowly put down the teacup and said.

"Mr. Zhang, everything I said to my junior brother is true......"

"Even if what you say is true, do you have evidence? Even if there is evidence, don't forget, Wu Mantun is your godfather and master. As the old saying goes, the king wants his ministers to die, the ministers have to die, the father wants the son to die, and the son has to die. Our profession is the most important rule!"

Zhang Zhihuo seemed to have guessed what Duan Lanquan was going to say later, and he waved his hand to interrupt only halfway through him, and then said something that no one thought of before he came.

"What's more, in the final analysis, this is all the housework of your Taihe Spring Opera Troupe. ”

Under Duan Lanquan's angry gaze, Zhang Zhihuo added another sentence without being angry.

"I didn't expect that the Mianshan Pear Orchard was upright, and the jealous and hateful 'musket' Zhang Zhihuo Boss Zhang turned out to be this kind of person! Xiaolou, let's go!"

Duan Lanquan bit and sneered and glanced at Zhang Zhihuo, pulled Cheng Xiaolou to turn around and leave.

"Grandpa!"

"Master!"

Xiao Yu'er and her three senior brothers took a step forward together, all looking at Zhang Zhihuo anxiously.

They also didn't believe that their master and grandfather would really sit idly by.

"We still have a rule in the pear orchard line, we sing our own plays!"

Just when Cheng Xiaolou was dragged to the door by Duan Lanquan, who was limping, Zhang Zhihuo's voice sounded again.

"Wait a minute, senior brother!"

Cheng Xiaolou trembled, and hurriedly pulled Duan Lanquan back.

He understood Zhang Zhihuo's off-string sound!

The other party's words just now obviously said that because of their special relationship with Wu Mantun, even if he knew that the other party had done dirty things, he was not an outsider who could interfere at will, even if he was 'musket' Zhang Zhihuo.

Meddling in the housework of other people's opera troupes is a taboo in the pear orchard industry, and it is also a serious violation of the rules.

However, Zhang Zhihuo's last sentence also said that he would not sit idly by.

As for how to not break the rules and help him and Duan Lanquan, this is what Cheng Xiaolou needs to consider.

"What Mr. Zhang means is that the younger generation understands, and the younger generation has never thought of letting Mr. violate the rules because of his own affairs. My senior brother and I have already discussed a solution to this matter, and we only need Mr. Zhang to come forward as a witness when the time comes. ”

Cheng Xiaolou was secretly happy in his heart, he didn't expect Zhang Zhihuo to take him and Duan Lanquan to the door directly to seek justice, he just wanted to use this Mr. Zhang's reputation to suppress Wu Mantun, and finally it was enough to testify.

"What are you going to do?"

Zhang Zhihuo couldn't help but be a little curious to see what method this young man, who seemed to be extremely calm from the moment he entered the door, would deal with this matter.

Not to mention Cheng Xiaolou and Duan Lanquan, two little-known disciples, even if someone who has already become a corner encounters a similar incident, he can only knock out his teeth and swallow blood.

The corners of Cheng Xiaolou's lips hooked, and he whispered four words: "Rolling drama and fighting." ”

"What did you say?!"

Zhang Zhihuo's face changed suddenly, and he stood up from the chair at once, and his slightly cloudy eyes instantly shone brightly.

"Mr. Zhang is right, I can only sing my own plays, so my senior brother and I decided to fight with the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe, and talk with everything in our hands!"

When Cheng Xiaolou said this, both his expression and his eyes were very calm.

The drama and the fight don't seem to be a big horror for it.

The corners of Zhang Zhihuo's eyes jumped uncontrollably a few times, although his face was not wavering, but his heart set off a stormy wave at this moment.

Maybe people of Xiao Yu'er's age don't know what the drama represents, but people of his age have a deep understanding of it.

The drama in the pear orchard line is like life and death in the martial arts, and in the end, only one person can walk out of the ring alive.