Having said that, I was stuck in the story of "Soul of Drama" for several days, and I couldn't extricate myself. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I made up several possibilities in my mind for the story to continue to develop, and then contacted the relationship between Jingshan and the relationship between He Shen and Huiban who Hu Anbei had consulted me before, and then checked the records of the official history and the wild history, unfortunately, I had to reject the previous assumption. But there are at least a few things I can be sure of. First, this story took place a year or two before the Jingshan complex was rebuilt, and then He Shen was born, and Juan Bei repeatedly asked me for confirmation of these two issues, and they must be related. The second is that the Guangtai class should be the source of the four major Hui troupes entering Beijing decades later, perhaps because the author has a taboo, and the names of the opera troupe and the important characters in it have been re-fictionalized, but the more so, the more it shows the authenticity of this story.

Thirdly, these details show that the author of the novel is Juan Bei nine times out of ten, and I really can't think of anyone other than him who has such a deep knowledge of the history of Liyuan and a wealth of experience in stage performance. You can tell these stories as if you had experienced them.

In a blink of an eye, it is June 18th, the day of the premiere of the Peking Opera Troupe. I arrived at the CPPCC auditorium an hour early, and I wanted to go backstage to see if I could meet Juan North, but the passage to the backstage was guarded by security guards, and I was not allowed to enter without the regiment's pass, so I had to return to the auditorium of the theater.

At this time, the theater was empty, only a few early audience members were seated, and on the stage, the curtain fell, and the sound of musical instruments auditions came from behind. I found the seat in the center of the front row according to the mark on the invitation, but I found that there was a brown paper envelope on the seat, exactly the same as the one I received in the mailbox, with a few small words on it: "Brother Chang personally opened".

I was in ecstasy, sat down and opened the envelope, which, as expected, was a new issue of a literary magazine. I hurriedly turned to the page where "Soul of the Drama" was serialized, and only then did I notice that the magazine was faintly emitting heat, as if it had just been printed out of the printing press. Another thing that excites me is that receiving this magazine here is undoubtedly proof that the story was written by Juan Bei.

The story of "The Soul of the Play" turned to Jingshan again. Xiao Yulan lived in a small courtyard next to the Shouhuang Palace in Jingshan, which was extremely quiet, except for a few palace maids sent by the Internal Affairs Office, she couldn't see anyone again. Next door to this courtyard, there is a large courtyard with three entrances, which is very dilapidated, and it seems that no one has lived in it for decades, but there is always a big lock hanging on the gate.

According to those palace maids, the prince who had imprisoned Kangxi in the early years of that courtyard was imprisoned for less than half a year, and the prince went crazy and used all kinds of cruel methods to abuse his subordinates. Later, the crown prince was deposed, and the palace maids inside did not know how many unjustly died. Soon after Yongzhengye succeeded to the throne, the abolished prince died, and no one lived in this courtyard since, but the eunuchs and guards who guarded the Shouhuang Palace often heard a miserable cry from the courtyard, so they locked the courtyard and no longer let people enter or exit.

Xiao Yulan found that when she talked about this, the palace maids were trembling, not like they had made up stories to scare her. What makes Xiao Yulan even more strange is that since she moved into this courtyard, Qianlong seems to have known that she is a woman disguised as a man, and the daily necessities arranged for her are all for women, there is no shortage of one, and there are many of them.

Xiao Yulan pondered by herself, Qianlong left her here, in addition to being devoted to her appearance, the most important thing was her ability to sing, after all, there are countless beauties in the emperor's harem, why bother to hide herself here? And her father, the people in the troupe don't know what the situation is outside, if they don't get Qianlong's favor, by the way, they help their father and the troupe to intercede, I don't know how many crimes they will suffer. So Xiao Yulan locked herself in the small courtyard, practiced her voice diligently, and never stopped every day, and hoped that Qianlong would come to the courtyard as soon as possible to listen to her singing.

But it is strange to say that Qianlong has not appeared since that meeting in the palace. Every once in a while, she sent a small official from the Internal Affairs Office to send her some books, saying that it was for her to relieve her boredom. This made Xiao Yulan a little melancholy, they all said that the deep palace is like the sea, and the resentment is floating in the air, it seems to be good, outsiders seem to marry into the emperor's family is a great thing, but for the woman who marries in, what is the difference between this and being in prison?

Seeing that Xiao Yulan began to frown, an older palace maid in the courtyard with some experience enlightened her and told her that Lord Qianlong had been determined to become a generation of Ming Jun since he was a child, and he was extremely diligent, so he had endless twists and turns in the palace every day, and he had to constantly meet courtiers and envoys, and sometimes he didn't even go back to the palace, so he slept in the main hall. It is common for the mother of the main palace not to see Qianlong once for a month or two, not to mention that Xiao Yulan has just entered the palace and has no name yet. So, don't worry, Xiao Yulan can be left behind, it must be that Lord Qianlong takes a fancy to your play, which is incomparable to other women in the palace, and the Queen Mother also likes to listen to plays, Qianlong is a big filial son, and Xiao Yulan will always have a bright day.

The palace maid also ordered Xiao Yulan, Lord Qianlong did things, and thought far-reachingly, but sometimes he didn't say it clearly, depending on your understanding, so the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty took figuring out the intention as the top priority. Lord Qianlong sent someone to send you books, there must be his considerations, we are not familiar with literature and ink, and we can't help, you still have to take a closer look at these books.

Since he was a child, Wu Jingchu invited Xiao Yulan to a private school teacher, and Xiao Yulan was one of the few literate and hyphenation women in that era. In addition, Wu Jingchu himself often had to write new plays, and he also had to socialize with the celebrities and literati of the current world, and ask for advice on historical and old things. So there is nothing wrong with reading the books sent by Qianlong.

Xiao Yulan took a closer look and had already discovered the mystery hidden in it. Most of the books sent by Qianlong are novels of the Ming and Qing dynasties, and there are also some poems by famous writers, and there are no esoteric things such as subsets of classics and histories. Many of these books are also available at home, and they are mainly used to select stories from them and compile singing voices. Could it be that Qianlong sent these books for the purpose of arranging new dramas for himself? But without the support of the opera troupe, how could this new drama be arranged?

Xiao Yulan also found that among all the books sent, only one was repeated, that is, "The Story of the Stone", there were as many as four different versions, and two of them were also printed with Qianlong's private seal, indicating that he had read it. Xiao Yulan thought to herself, since Qianlong valued this book, she simply selected materials from this book to see if she could make up a new song first.

For more than a month, Xiao Yulan did not write a new song, but was immersed in the story of "The Story of the Stone" and couldn't extricate herself. Sometimes she smiles, sometimes sad, sometimes sad and weeping, sometimes thoughtful. The palace maids all wondered how this book could have such magic and make people fascinated? Xiao Yulan told the palace maids while reading, so that everyone slowly entered the world of "The Story of the Stone". And slowly, Xiao Yulan also realized that "The Story of the Stone" seemed to have been buried in her heart for a long time, and bringing it to the stage of the drama may not be a means to please Qianlong, but the will of heaven in the dark.

Another month or two passed, and Xiao Yulan began to adapt the lyrics in "The Story of the Stone" into a song, especially highlighting the ethereal and resentful emotions in it, and using the simplest instrument as a foil, which also happened to dim her unique voice. After adapting a few songs, and then adding some scenes and plots to it, the palace maids all said yes after hearing it, Xiao Yulan followed this idea and continued to create, and soon released an excerpt that she could perform by herself. And the protagonist of this play is Xue Baochai. Maybe it's because Xiao Yulan feels that Xue Baochai has a lot of things similar to herself, and Cao Xueqin's poem about Xue Baochai is also Xiao Yulan's favorite.

"The capital is a good relationship between gold and jade, and I only think of the former alliance of wood and stone. The sky is opposite, the mountain is crystal snow, and I will never forget, the lonely forest of the fairy outside the world. Sigh in the world, the fly in the ointment is today's letter: even if it is a case with eyebrows, it is difficult to calm down in the end. Ren is ruthless and moving. The tactful and melodious singing voice floated out of the small courtyard, but I didn't know that we had ushered in distinguished guests. Qianlong, who was standing outside the courtyard, stopped the little eunuch who was about to step forward to open the door, and listened carefully outside the small courtyard with his back on his back, very seriously.

At the end of the song, Qianlong stayed for a long time before waving his hand to a retinue, did not enter the courtyard, and went straight back to the palace.

Within a few days, Qianlong sent a small official from the Internal Affairs Office to pass Xiao Yulan into the palace to sing. The day finally came, she was nervous and a little excited, chose a plain Tsing Yi costume, and followed the little eunuch into the palace. They walked around, but they arrived at Shoukang Palace. Xiao Yulan listened to the palace maids talk, this Shoukang Palace lives in Qianlong's mother, the Chongqing Empress Dowager, and it seems that it is the Empress Dowager who is going to listen to the play today.

Entering Shoukang Palace, Xiao Yulan saw a woman in her fifties sitting in the middle, but she still had charm. Qianlong sat beside her, looking very respectful, thinking that this should be the queen mother. Xiao Yulan knelt in front of the two of them, made a big salute, and when she looked up again, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Xiao Yulan originally thought that the Empress Dowager Chongqing was a full person, but after a closer look, she found that the Empress Dowager had a melon seed face, thin eyebrows and big eyes, although she was a little old and a little fat, but she looked like a virtuous Jiangnan woman. If it weren't for the clothes full of people, how could he see that she was the queen mother today? And in terms of eyebrows and eyes, she was somewhat similar to herself.

(Those who are born beautiful, people learn from them, and if they don't tell them, they don't know their beauty in others.) If you know, if you don't know, if you smell it, if you don't hear it, its joy will be gone, and the goodness of people will be endless, and sex will be endless. The saint's lover is also, and the person has his name, and if he does not tell him, he does not know his lover. If you know, if you don't know, if you hear it, if you don't hear it, your lover will be gone, and your peace will be gone, and your sex will be gone. --Zhuangzi)