When today's son is good, it is not only an irrevocable holy will, but also a turning point in the fate of many people. When the www.biquge.info received an order from an official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to enter the palace to perform a play, the troupe suddenly boiled, some burst into tears, some thanked God, some were terrified, and some fainted on the spot.

After Wu Jingchu took a large sum of silver and thanked the small hall official of the Internal Affairs Office, he understood the true holy will, and everyone fell into silence.

Xiao Yulan hesitated for a short time in front of her father, Wu Jingchu of course knew the reason, thinking of the future status of the Hui class, and thinking that the Wu Dynasty family would eventually get rid of the contempt of the world, so she could only grit her teeth, add oil and vinegar, and burst into tears, and performed the scenery and risks, future and crisis of singing in the palace this time.

In the end, he even hugged Xiao Yulan and cried, saying that he would take her back to his hometown and stop making a living. was provoked by her father, Xiao Yulan immediately messed up, knowing that if the two of them really ran away, then the big crime of bullying the king and punishing the nine clans would be caught even if they ran to the edge of the sky.

Now he can only enter the palace to act, just hoping that Qianlong will not be able to see his identity, and after performing this play, he can be released.

But the naïve Magnolia thinks everything too simply. Before the performance, Wu Jiaochu specially chose a play "The Drunken Concubine" and a "Overlord Unloading the Armor", in order to further increase the role of Xiao Yulan, especially to greet other actors, don't steal the limelight of Xiao Yulan.

During the performance, as soon as Xiao Yulan appeared, Qianlong, who was sitting two zhang away, looked straight with his eyes, held a bowl in his hand, and did not put it down for a long time, still on the table and the beat, knocking gently. On the other side of the stage, on a table of eight immortals next to the backstage, Director Su of the Internal Affairs Office was talking with Wu Jingchu.

Although Master Su had a tone of discussion on his face, everyone could understand it, and if he dared to say no, I was afraid that he would not be able to leave the palace today. Su's requirements are very simple, the emperor likes the play of the Hui class, and prefers the play of Xiao Yulan, but summoning the opera troupe into the palace is too troublesome, and it will mistake the emperor's Yaxing.

And Xiao Yulan is the biggest head card of the Hui class, and the emperor gave a courtyard alone, and gave some subordinates to live alone, except for rehearsals, no longer live with the troupe.

Who with a discerning eye can't see this kind of sound? Qianlong raised an opera troupe in the palace and mixed with the opera all day long, which did not conform to the etiquette and law, and he was bound to be criticized by the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty. But the troupe was placed outside the palace and was called at any time, and everyone couldn't say anything. In this way, it is also more convenient for Qianlong's actions.

But for Wu Jingchu, this is probably the moment when father and daughter say goodbye, and he has no idea for a while. After a moment of hesitation, Director Su saw it in his eyes, suddenly straightened his face, and said without yin or yang: "Master Wu, the world is the emperor's world, and the people are also the emperor's people, the emperor wants to watch the play, of course we must serve the people well, and do our duty, does Wu have other ideas?"

As soon as Su's words came out, Wu Jingchu only felt that the cold sweat behind his back came out. Before he could speak, there was a new change on the stage.

At this time, there was a martial arts drama on the stage, and it was Zhang Shenlin who played it. After a dazzling heel, Zhang Shenlin made a big fork, and at the same time, the flower gun in his hand hit the stage floor hard. The barrel is made of fine ash wood, which is very elastic and extremely tough. Zhang Shenlin took advantage of this elasticity to jump up from the ground, catch the bouncing spear with his backhand, and then make a fixed appearance, followed by a large section of singing.

This series of actions, Zhang Shenlin has practiced hard since he was a child, and he has performed dozens of times on the stage, and he has never missed a hand. But today, when he crossed the fork, the moment the gun hit the ground, he already felt that something was wrong, the sound of the gun hitting the ground was wrong.

With the sharp cracking of the barrel, the first half of the gun drew a shining spiral in the air, staring heavily at the wooden pillar of the stage, and the tail end was still shaking. Zhang Shenlin was stunned, he never thought that the barrel of the gun would break from the middle, and he couldn't imagine that the head of the gun, which had never been bladed at all, could be pierced into the wooden pillar, so he kept forking and forgot to get up.

The guards beside Qianlong reacted quickly, shouting "There are assassins", and they all protected Qianlong's body, and a few of them were fast, and they got on the stage and pressed Zhang Shenlin to the ground.

More guards poured in from outside the corner gate, swords in hand, and forced the actors of the troupe into the corner of the stage. Where have Wu Jingchu and the people in their troupe seen this change? They were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and did not dare to raise their heads.

The chief of Su was also so frightened that his face turned pale, and when he ran over, his official hat fell to the ground, and he didn't bother to pick it up, knelt in front of Qianlong, and said one by one, "The guilty minister deserves to die, the holy cross is shocked, please put aside the crime of the minister's failure to investigate." "He kept prostrating.

At this time, Lian Chenghai didn't know where to come, knelt next to Wu Jingchu, and whispered: "Master Wu, how can the meaning of the saint be disobedient? The lives of more than 100 people up and down the troupe are all in your thoughts, how can we have any room for negotiation?"

Wu Jingchu nodded, buried his head on the ground again, and didn't dare to take a breath.

Qianlong has been very calm since the moment he beat Zhang Shenlin's gun, but his eyes did not leave Xiao Yulan, who was kneeling on the stage. Before meeting, he knelt down and said a few words to the eunuch standing beside him.

The eunuch hurriedly knelt down beside Qianlong, and after listening to Qianlong's dictation, he ran to everyone with a cigarette and said in a sharp voice: "Such an ugly thing happened in front of the Guangtai class, and it was very interesting to the saints. In addition, the small magnolia of the Guangtai class was shelf. ”

After the eunuch finished speaking, he beckoned to Xiao Yulan on the stage, and the surrounding guards tied up the people of the troupe one by one and escorted them out of the courtyard where the theater was located, and there was a cry outside the courtyard.

Xiao Yulan, under the leadership of the eunuch, knelt in front of Qianlong, she knew in her heart that in front of the emperor, they were like ants on the ground, and to save the lives of the whole opera troupe, it all depended on the emperor's mood, and it all depended on whether he was willing to be gracious.

The rest of the story was expected, Guangtaiban was repatriated to his hometown, and he was not allowed to enter Beijing without being called, and he was not allowed to go out without being called. The people in the troupe all saved their lives, only Zhang Shenlin was exiled to Ningguta because of his loss of honor in front of the frame, where the climate was bitter and the labor was hard, and in less than three years, Zhang Shenlin died of illness.

Xiao Yulan was placed in Jingshan because of Qianlong's attention, nominally as an opera teacher for the palace maids and eunuchs, but in fact, no palace maid and eunuch dared to enter the courtyard where Xiao Yulan lived.

Wu Jingchu returned to Jiangnan with the troupe, and this accident also made him seriously ill, and after he recovered, he was also very happy, so he simply handed over the affairs of the troupe to Lian Chenghai to take care of, and he had nothing to do to study and paint, and rarely went out.

But what surprised Wu Jingchu was that he thought that they would be discredited in the pear orchard line, but he never thought that on the contrary, since he came back, the invitation to the church meeting of the governor's yamen and the prefect's yamen has not been broken, and the people in these places who cover the sky with one hand still respect themselves, which makes Wu Jingchu a little at a loss.

Later, the reputation of the Guangtai class grew, as if it had the name of the first opera troupe in the south of the Yangtze River, and the officials and wealthy businessmen from all over the country were proud to be invited to the church of the Guangtai class. That Lian Chenghai is also very smart, and divided the opera troupe into two, the old Guangtai class is mainly for the official eunuchs and celebrities and rich businessmen, and the other group of people formed the Yutai class, which was not affected by Qianlong's dictation that year, and performed in the south of the Yangtze River, and the limelight was even stronger.

Watching the white flowers and silver rolling in, the reputation of Guangtai Class became louder and louder, but Wu Jingchu did not have the slightest joy, he just wanted to see his daughter again before going west, but the news of Xiao Yulan was like a stone in the sea, and it was a few years in a flash.

The magazine was a standard sixteen-folio book, more than a hundred pages thick. Obviously, "The Soul of the Drama" is the highlight of this issue, which occupies fifty or sixty pages. I read books very quickly, and many people even thought that I had the ability to read ten lines at a glance. Actually, most of the time I was jumping to watch it, because I didn't like the lot of environment and scene descriptions in the novel, and only focused on the storyline.

But I read this novel from beginning to end, word by word. At first, I did want to read between the lines to find clues that Juan Bei had written, but then I was fascinated by the story itself. When I saw that at the end of the novel, there were words to be continued, I realized that this story was much longer and more tortuous than I imagined.

I covered the magazine, changed my cooled tea, lit a cigarette, and fell into deep thought.

At this time, it doesn't matter whether this novel was written by Juan Bei or not, but for me, the most curious thing is the authenticity of this novel. When I first read it, I intuitively felt that this was a joke novel based on the history of the Ming and Qing dynasties, but as the story progressed, perhaps it was the author's realistic approach, or perhaps the meticulous portrayal of the characters, which made me always feel that this story had really happened.

And, if you think about it carefully, the time is right, the characters are right, the place is right, except

Except for the fact that there is no record of this story in the history books, everything is tightly sealed. What's even more surprising is that I vaguely feel that Zhang Shenlin's ash gun is broken, although the deputy class leader Lian Chenghai does not have much pen and ink, but this person's scheming city government knowledge is not comparable to ordinary people, and even many times has a foresight, being the deputy head of a small drama troupe, I always feel too bizarre, maybe he has another hidden identity?

The main thing is that all this is too coincidental, like a game of masters, each move seems to be imaginative, but it has another meaning. It's a pity that the protagonists of the book, Wu Jingchu's father and daughter, don't have the slightest awareness of all this, and only go on according to the intention of the layout. But what is the purpose of such a big game?

I know,My current speculation is in vain.,The protagonist can't understand it.,I'm a book-read.,What's more.,Now that I've guessed the ending.,The author's level is too bad.。

(And the accumulation of water is not thick, then its negative boat is also weak.) Cover the cup of water on the top of the hall, then the mustard is the boat. Put the cup and glue, the water is shallow and the boat is big. If the accumulation of wind is not thick, then its negative wings are also weak. Therefore, 90,000 miles is the wind below, and then it is the wind that is now cultivated, and those who carry the blue sky and Mo are dying, and then they are now Tunan. - "Zhuangzi")