She looked at Fukangan, her eyes changed slightly.

He was alluding to Yu Minzhong's position being hostile to her.

Everyone knew that Yu Minzhong was secretly from Jingren Palace.

However, Jingren Palace is the enemy of He Shen, but there are very few people who know about it.

From this point of view...... Fukangan doesn't seem to be as ignorant as it seems.

But she didn't have the heart to know how much he knew right now, she just needed to know that he was at least not her opposite.

"It's kind of clear. She spoke again, her tone full of seriousness: "That's why I have to see—"

Fukangan's eyebrows jumped twice when he heard this.

He tried to see her expression through the curtains, but couldn't see anything.

He didn't know what he was thinking, and it took a long time before he spoke.

"Do you need to hide your eyes?"

"That's not necessary. ”

"But ......" Fukangan wanted to remind her that she would be targeted by Jingren Palace if she did this, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back.

Since she said so, she should be able to think of this layer.

But he was worried.

The feeling in his heart suddenly became a little complicated.

After a few moments, he had to get up and leave.

……

On Zaolin Street, next to Chongxiao Temple, there is a theater building that has become very famous in recent years - Dangui Pavilion.

In the past two days, the Dangui Pavilion has invited a very famous opera troupe in Shaanxi and is said to have been praised by Chrysostom Yuyan when the emperor inspected in the early years, and it was even more overcrowded and full.

Mrs. Wang Jie also brought her little son to join in the fun.

Even Wang Jie, who rarely goes out to crowded places on weekdays, also came.

He happened to be resting today, and he didn't have any important business to do, and because this troupe came from his hometown of Shaanxi, and he had heard of it since he was a child, he wanted to find the old 'hometown'.

Mrs. Wang Jie booked a seat early, entered the theater, and was invited to the second floor by the guys.

"Today's singing is a play in "The Beauty Case", and I heard that the one I sang yesterday was also very good, but I didn't have time to come over. Mrs. Wang Jie had obviously inquired in detail, and while walking upstairs, she said with a smile with Wang Jie: "The most common thing I listen to in Su Ri is our "Qin Xianglian" here, and I have heard "Breaking into the Palace" in the Dian Opera a few times, but this authentic Qin dialect is the first time I have heard it, and I may not be able to understand it all...... That is, an outsider looks at the excitement. ”

She only went back to Shaanxi with Wang Jie, because she felt that the accent of the locals was thousands of miles away from the capital.

Wang Jie was about to speak, but saw the two guests walking in front of them turn around, and when they saw that it was him, they hurriedly greeted him.

One of these two is the son of Wang Jie's colleague, and the other is Mrs. Wang Jie's maiden brother-in-law.

Wang Jie responded with two sentences with no expression on his face, and declined the invitation of the two to sit together on the grounds that he had booked a place in advance.

The two of them could only smile and step aside, letting Wang Jie walk in front.

When the distance was a little farther away, his face changed slightly.

"Your brother-in-law, you really don't give face as always. One of them said with a sneer.

The other snorted disdainfully.

"Some officials are so big that they don't know how many pounds and taels they have. He walked in with his hands behind his back and said sarcastically: "I think that at the beginning, if it wasn't for my father's care, with his background and style of offending people everywhere, I don't know how many times he would have died, where would he have had the opportunity to ...... me here?"

There was a lot of noise, and his voice was quickly silenced.

Seeing that the guests were almost up, there was a gong sound, three long and two short, and the noisy four times gradually quieted down.

On the high stage, the curtain was slowly opened.

What catches your eye is a bright public hall, with a plaque hanging directly above the mirror, and solemn signs standing on both sides, and Ma Han of the Ya Dynasty standing in columns.

The first to appear is the clean bag with a big flower face and a black beard.

As soon as Bao Gong sat down, before he opened his voice, Wang Jie heard a singing voice beside him.

"The emperor said to me, saying that the horse was punished ......"

Wang Jie frowned and turned his head sideways, only to see a slightly chubby middle-aged man squinting at the stage, holding a folding fan and shaking his head "hum yes".

Wearing an old blue cotton robe, with a plate of melon seeds, a pot of tea, and a pair of Western glasses next to him, Wang Jie was a little familiar.

After taking a closer look, he recognized that it was Ji Yun, who was now serving in the Hanlin Academy.

Speaking of this Ji Yun, he was demoted to Xinjiang in his early years, and the excerpt to impeach him for public and personal gain was handed over by Wang Jie.

What impressed Wang Jie was that he used words such as 'people are not saints and sages who can do nothing' to excuse himself, which is really a model of brazenness among scholars.

Later, when he was degraded, he didn't seem to have any remorse, but he seemed very 'open-minded'.

No, this time I returned to Beijing from Xinjiang, and it is said that in addition to the 100 or so boxes of calligraphy and paintings, there are also a group of concubines and family members.

Thinking of this, Wang Jie couldn't help but be reluctant to look at him more, so he took his eyes back.

This distraction has been performed on the stage to the point where the Queen Mother brought the princess to ask Bao Gong for reason.

Listening to the familiar Qin dialect, watching the crowds in the lobby, and the guys serving tea and water busy back and forth, Wang Jie gradually lost his mind for some reason.

On the stage, Qin Xianglian knelt down to complain about her grievances, and three hundred taels of silver fell in front of her, Bao Gong was aroused full of righteousness, regardless of the obstruction of the queen mother and the princess, and insisted on beheading Chen Shimei.

Hearing Bao Gong's sonorous and powerful "Kai Gong!", Xianglian called out for a long time, "Xiangye-", and there was a burst of applause from the upstairs in the hall.

Wang Jie suddenly came back to his senses.

In the long-lasting applause, the curtain slowly closed.

The spectators commented on the profound skills of the troupe, or the twists and turns of the characters in the play, and got up unsatisfied.

"Boom!"

While there was a commotion, a very powerful gong suddenly shook everyone's ears.

Everyone subconsciously followed the source of the gong and looked at the stage.

In front of the curtain that had fallen, there stood a tall, plainly dressed young man, who struck the gong again with a gong in his hand.

The aftermath of the sound lingered back and forth in the hall, and it was very noisy.

Most of them frowned, puzzled.

Could it be that the drama hasn't finished singing yet?

"Guest officer, I don't know what ...... you are?"

The big theater pays attention to reputation and doesn't want to offend people, and the guys are also very polite and polite, so they didn't blame first, but just stepped forward to ask the man who ran onto the stage to mess around.

Who knew that the man "banged" and knocked again.

Now it makes people want to cover their ears.

And in the middle of this, the young man raised his voice and said in a loud voice: "There is another play today, I don't know if you want to hear it or not!"