In the summer of the eleventh year of Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty, Guanghe Chalou was crowded with people, one by one, waiting to listen to the first Dan song in the capital to make a play "The Palace of Eternal Life".

The theater is a building that is open on three sides, and in the backstage makeup hut, Du Zhe is being dressed in a skirt, tied a belt, and covered with a yellow coat embroidered with a phoenix.

The system told him that this is called [Ming Yellow Crepe Satin Colorful Thread Wearing the Golden Regimental Phoenix Veil], a kind of clothing often worn by concubines and noble ladies in Kunqu Opera, and he will wear [Diancui Tou Noodles] later, which is the kind of thing that only brides wear in costume TV series in Du Zhe's eyes.

"Boss Qu, I'll get you some emerald noodles!"

"First...... Let it go. Du Zhe, no, it should be said that it was "Qu Beiyi" pretended to point calmly at the dressing table, and coughed lightly to let the little guy withdraw first.

He had just crossed into this world and had not yet fully accepted all the memories of the owner of this body: this time, Du Zhe wore to the Qing Dynasty in 1733, playing the role of Qu Beiyi, a famous male Dan in the Kunban of the capital.

The system that follows him is called the [Reminder Strategy System], and the mission goal is to urge the authors who dig the hole and save them from a tragic fate, and finally make them the winners in life and end their sinkhole.

The reason why this unlucky system was triggered was just because he read the article late one night, and he couldn't help but give up the guilty party to Wen who had been chasing him for three years and didn't give up the pit without saying a word. After that, his world was black and white, and the mobile phone flashed a golden light to suck him in, whether he wanted it or not, the enraged Green Ding Ding God forcibly opened the road of hard urging for him.

Although the previous missions were not completed well, he gained experience, and while tinkering with the dotted cuitou noodle box, he skillfully called up the task menu to check the mission objects this time: the author of the Qing Dynasty, the child of the Eight Banners, the family fell in the middle of the road, turned into a book, and died in tears on Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Tsk, it's really miserable, I died in Chinese New Year's Eve," Du Zhe complained to the system, "It's just that this sentence of tears sounding so familiar......"

The system rolled its eyes: [NO.419 mission object: Cao Zhan]

"Cao Zhan? How did I not know that there was such a masterpiece in the Qing Dynasty...... Scare! Oh my mother-"

"Click-" There was a loud bang, the window in front of Qu Beiyi fell to the ground, and a black-clothed masked man jumped in with a machete about a foot long in his hand, and when he saw Du Zhe, he took the knife without saying a word.

"Fog grass...... Heroes! There's something to say—ah! Help—"

Du Zhe, a modern college student who is powerless, how can he fight with this kind of masked man in black. In a hurry, he turned around and ran to the stage, thinking that in broad daylight and in full view, could this person still chase and kill him all the way?

Du Zhecai opened the curtain, and the people outside thought that "Concubine Yang" was coming out, and called "okay" a few times. Waiting for Du Zhe to shout angrily, "What a fart!" When he fled in a panic, the curtain behind him was suddenly cross-cut in two, and the audience knew that something had happened:

The audience screamed one by one and fled in all directions, but the alley of the Qianmen meat market where the Guanghe Chalou is located is narrow, and there are many people chaotic, and it is inevitable to push and trample, and it will not take long for there to be cries and screams: the sedan chair here pressed the children of that family, and the horses over there startled the stall of the shopkeeper......

Taking advantage of the chaos, Du Zhe pretended to be smart and wanted to blend into the crowd to escape, but his bright yellow robe was too conspicuous, and he was soon caught up by the black-clothed masked man, who stepped on the hem of Du Zhe's slightly long shirt, making Du Zhe stumble and fall to the ground-

In a hurry, Du Zhe turned around and looked at the man in black aggrievedly, his eyes widened and he held back his tears, "You, what are you doing to kill me......"

Du Zhe knew in his heart that the person he was dressed up as a man this time was a man, and now he was dressed up again, and the men of the Qing Dynasty were playing tricks, and he didn't know if he could use the "beautiful man trick" to survive.

The man in black was stunned for a moment, and there seemed to be a little reluctance in his eyes, and at the moment of his hesitation, Du Zhe grabbed the sand and soil in his hand and threw it at him, turned over, shrunk his neck, and simply took off the robes that were in the way on his body, and ran forward with his skirt.

Du Zhe complained about the system while running: Thinking that he Du Zhe is a good man, he has fallen to the fate of fleeing on the street in a big red dress, can't he directly cross into a mighty and domineering general!

The system rolled its eyes again: [Damn, look at the system next door, it's already polite to not let you always cross into a girl, what kind of bicycle do you want!] 】

Du Zhe saw that he could run out of the alley after one more step, and went directly to the street outside Zhengyangmen, where there were many officers and soldiers patrolling, even if the man in black chased him, he would be chased by the officers and soldiers. However, Du Zhe wore a skirt for the first time when he was so old, and he was happy that his hands were loose, and the hem of his skirt was drooping down and tripped him, and he just fell to the mouth of the alley.

He originally wanted to get up and run again, but a bright knife "whoosh" was inserted in front of his eyes, and the man in black was guarding the mouth of the alley at some point, he closed half of his eyes, but the other was fierce: "Boss Qu, my master wants me to take your life, otherwise, how can I hurt Prince He and Prince Bao!" I'm sorry—"

As he spoke, he raised his knife and saw that he was about to cut off Du Zhe's head with a snow-white machete.

"Don't, ahh

However, the sharp pain of head and neck separation that Du Zhe had expected did not come, and he only heard a rapid sound of horses' hooves from a distance, and his waist tightened and turned around for a while. Before he could see the appearance of the "life-saving benefactor" clearly, he was hung headfirst on a tall horse, Du Zhe's face turned pale and he felt sick to his stomach-

Pill! He gets motion sickness and doesn't ...... Motion sickness!

The black-clothed masked man waved a knife and did not kill the adult, and halfway he killed a Chen biting gold to snatch Qu Beiyi, chased a few steps with hatred, and hurriedly took out a whistle from his arms and put it in his mouth to blow, and immediately chased out a few black-clothed masked people from the direction of Beixiaoshun Hutong and Xianyukou, and they rode horses and bows, menacing.

"Tsk, it's really troublesome—" The man who saved Du Zhe glanced back, and heard his voice as a young man, the situation was critical, and he also raised the reins and whipped the horse. But as soon as the horse's speed accelerated, Du Zhe couldn't hold it anymore, and his stomach was churning and retching.

"You don't know how to ride a horse?" A slightly surprised word came from Du Zhe's ear, and before he could answer, an arm crossed his chest to scoop him up, lifted him up, and made him sit on the saddle sideways, "Hold my waist and sit firmly!" ”

This voice is low and beautiful, it is very attractive to men, and the warm breath is sprinkled on the top of Du Zhe's head, Du Zhe looked up to take a look at his benefactor's appearance, but suddenly his eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Be careful——! ”

At the same time that Du Zhe exclaimed, the man was also on guard. He pulled the reins with one hand, held Du Zhe's head with the other, and bent down, an arrow cluster flew over their heads with a "whoosh", and the black-clothed masked man behind chased after him fiercely, and the bow and arrow were shot one after another, and the situation became more and more critical.

The street outside Qianmen was quickly thrown into chaos by them, and the people fled for their lives in a hurry, and the shops and stores were closed in a hurry. Fortunately, this Engong is a good horseman, and he can still dodge and move in the chaos, and ride his horse to avoid the clusters of arrows that fly over. However, what made Du Zhe strange was that, according to common sense, the officers and soldiers on patrol should have come over to fetch people in such a big way: why, they were chased and killed for so long, but the officers and soldiers did not appear at this moment?

He took Du Zhe on the street outside the front gate for a while, and when he arrived at the small market street, the man suddenly jumped his horse's head and turned straight to the west side of the street.

"Wow! Well done! Du Zhe looked at the people who were thrown off behind him and was very happy.

"Don't be too happy," the man's voice grew hoarse for some reason, and he gasped twice before continuing, "Prince Li's people are not so good at ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly fell off his horse in a state of limp. Because Du Zhe had been holding his waist tightly, he was also taken off the horse after such a fall. didn't have time to rub his sore buttocks, Du Zhe hurriedly crawled over:

"Hey, benefactor, what ...... you! Sky! You've been shot?! When was this?! ”

I saw that the man's face was pale and skewed on the ground, the clothes on his back were half soaked with blood, and an arrow cluster was unceremoniously inserted into his back, and he didn't know how deep it was into the flesh. Du Zhe panicked immediately, and the people around him scattered even more when they saw this situation.

Just when Du Zhe shouted that the heavens should not be and the earth was not spiritual, the man woke up again and stretched out his hand to Du Zhe, "Help, help me up, go southwest from here, there is a Wanming Temple, the abbot can ...... Cover it up for a while. ”

"Okay, you show the way, I, I'll carry you!" Du Zhe rolled up his sleeves and prepared to carry the man, but he didn't expect the man to chuckle, although he was weak, he couldn't hide his handsome appearance, as well as the evil smile and ridicule on his face.

He said, "Qu ...... Boss, you just have to lift your skirt and stop tripping, such a straight butt is broken...... It's so distressing......"

“……”

=Mouth=!! How do you know if my ass is cocked!!

Du Zhe finally helped this person to Wanming Temple, and the abbot found a remote monk's room for them to hide, and also found a monk with a little medical skills to bandage them. Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Du Zhe breathed a long sigh of relief, although he was a little awkward, he still blushed slightly and bowed to the man:

"Thank you for saving your life, and I hope that En's announcement will know Gao's surname, so that I can repay it after I leave the relationship."

"Boss Qu, you don't even know Brother Zhan——?" The man didn't speak, but the monk next to him was surprised first, "Isn't Brother Zhan the most famous one in your theater garden?!" ”

"Huh? I ...... miserable, Du Zhe stuck out his tongue, isn't he going to show his stuffing?"

"It's okay," the man smiled and winked at Qu Beiyi, "The next surname is Cao, the single name is a hazard character, the small character Qinpu, and the name Xueqin." ”

……

Cao ...... Haze? Celery? Du Zhe froze in place, Cao ...... Snow celesley?!

You are Cao Xueqin?!! The author of "Dream of Red Mansions", Cao Xueqin?! Du Zhe maintained the expression of [=mouth=] and cursed the system thousands of times: Can there be less routines and more sincerity! Directly say that the task object is [Cao Xueqin], will he die!!

The system sneered: [Damn, he is uneducated, his name is Cao Zhan, don't you know and blame me? ] 】

Du Zhe looked at Cao Xueqin speechlessly, and was about to choose what kind of opening statement so as not to be abrupt, but there was a noise outside the temple, and in this remote monk's room, they could clearly hear the scolding:

"Old monk, don't be embarrassed, quickly hand over Qu Beiyi to Lao Tzu!"