Qiu Yu pretended to be afraid, bowed and bowed and retreated.

As soon as the people of the yamen left, Shanbao touched his heart with his hand and recited Amitabha.

The men and women of the ancestral family exchanged heads, and in addition to guessing who had secretly reported to the yamen, there were also complaining that Shanbao had used a murderer as a housekeeper, and they were even more surprised that Shanbao and Ruan Lang seemed to be old acquaintances, and they were disappointed that Qiu Yu did not arrest Shanbao to the case, and the upright Zu Gongdao shouted loudly, not afraid that Shanbao would hear it.

Shanbao couldn't bear it anymore, and sneered: "Between us, one is prosperous and the other is lost, I am the ancestral family, Lord Qiu really arrested me in prison, can you stop waiting." ”

At that time, in order to harm her, Zu Baifu would rather let Young Master Fan attribute the death of Master Fan to the ancestral family, of course, at this time, he would not be afraid of these, but those aunts were immediately silent when they heard Shanbao's threat.

On the twenty-sixth day of the lunar month, although the ancestral family can not celebrate in a big way, after all, the year is the biggest festival of the people, so the owners of each house gathered to find good treasures, and wanted to invite a small play, and did not sing those lively and lively, and sang a few excerpts of filial piety and filial piety.

"Chinese New Year's Eve, Er will die" is like a spell, stirring up Shanbao's restlessness, rather than waiting for death like this, it is better to scatter his heart, so he agreed.

The troupe came to Yandi from afar, set up a stage in Lei Gong Town and built a field, and sang for a month, this Zhang Jiaming and the Li family took turns to invite, I heard that the singing and composition were good, and a few fans dressed up well, and even Zhang Yuanwai Li Rich Man's heavy money wanted to accept the fans as concubines, and for a time Lei Gong Town was really lively.

As soon as the news came out, the entire ancestral courtyard was boiling, listening to the drama and watching the excitement, for the women, it seems that they are busier than the actors of the drama troupe, busy with Zhang Luo's clothes tomorrow, as if everyone is not watching the play but watching her, even Aunt Qiao, who has always liked to be quiet, is no exception, shouted and asked: "What can I wear tomorrow?" ”

Zor's sycophancy: "Madame can wear anything." ”

Aunt Qiao sighed and said, "Let you have an idea, you fool me like this." ”

I didn't want to vomit if I didn't want to do this, but my eyes were red and my face was red, and I didn't vomit, and I poured it on the kang for a while, my head was dizzy, and my internal organs were not comfortable.

Zo'er caressed her heart and said: "If the old man is still alive, I must think that the lady is happy." ”

Mrs. Qiao was lazy and didn't want to speak, and after listening to Zuo'er's words, she still said angrily: "Girl's family, it's not ashamed to talk about this nonsense all day long." ”

Zuo'er asked the girl Xiaohe to pour tea for Aunt Qiao, and said: "The slave is not ashamed, the slave and the maid hope that Mrs. is really happy, I want Mrs. to be almost thirty, and who will be expected to support her when she is old." ”

Aunt Qiao pressed her head and pushed her hand back: "Go, I actually said something inconsequential, the master is gone, who will I have birth with." ”

Zuo'er pursed her lips and was silent, her eyes were purring, she looked scheming, and after stroking Aunt Qiao's heart for a long time, she felt that she was more comfortable, and said carefully: "The lady of the Du family in the pulp washing room said that her sister-in-law remarried three days after her brother's death, which made her mother so angry that she almost vomited blood. ”

Aunt Qiao closed her eyes and said lightly: "Her mother is also rare and strange, the deceased is gone, the living has to be alive, a woman's family, if she doesn't remarry, she can't stay alone in the empty house for a lifetime, even if she can keep it, those street swingers are not bullying her widow's house, it is not uncommon to knock on the door and smash the window in the middle of the night, it is better to remarry." ”

She actually had such an idea, and Zuo'er took the opportunity to say: "Yes, that's the truth, why does Madame keep it until now." ”

Aunt Qiao was slightly stunned: "Me? ”

Zo'er nodded solemnly: "Yes." ”

Aunt Qiao slowly opened her eyes, looking at the curtain in front of the kang with a full moon, half of it was hooked by a hook, and the other half hung down, the peony was blooming vigorously, and it was still graceful under the moonlight, she sighed softly, flowers are flowers, people are people, flowers can bloom day and night without scruples, and people need to understand that people are different before and after, before people, collect all the colors, after people, restore the truth, before people she is Zu Baishou's aunt's wife, after people, she has a heart but wishful thinking.

She didn't answer Zou'er's words, she closed her eyes tightly and looked like she was going to sleep, hoping that she would reach the border pass and get to Zu Gongluo's side in a dream.

On the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, the troupe arrived at the ancestral courtyard early, and Shanbao asked people to clean the existing theater courtyard, and braziers were also lit everywhere, although it could not be as warm as spring in the master's room, and it was not too cold.

There are more than a dozen servants in the troupe, more than men and few women, and they all draw their eyebrows and sideburns in the five rooms in the theater, put on good makeup, wear neat costumes, and the gongs and drums open.

The men and women of the ancestral family also sat in front of the stage according to the position, and each of them stood beside the girl in the room, before the horn came out, everyone was still talking and laughing, eating and drinking, the sound of gongs and drums stopped abruptly, and the soft satin curtain on the side of the stage was opened, first revealing a corner of the crimson skirt, and then a melodious sigh like a clear flute through the forest, a woman came out of Nana's style, because she was facing away from everyone, and she hooked everyone to hold her breath, counting one, two, three in her heart, and turned around, and when the corner turned around, under heavy makeup, the moon was closed.

Zu Gongyuan was the first to high-five and applaud, which provoked his wife Pang Zi to pull down his face, but his concubine Liu Ye was still sitting in a decent manner, like a clay carving and wood sculpture, lifeless and unfeminine.

The corner opened her mouth to sing, pretending to be a resentful woman who was abandoned by a negative man, singing sad lyrics, with a soft body, and seeing everyone demented, she just took a long breath.

Zu Gongyuan took the lead and said: "Reward! ”

Ten taels of snowflake silver were awarded to this corner, and for this reason, this corner simply removed the makeup and came back to the stage to thank the reward.

Everyone was stunned, never thinking that this corner turned out to be a man.

Zu Gongyuan was suddenly disappointed, and it was difficult to get back the rewarded silver, so he had to eat Coptis dumbly.

Zuo'er stood beside Aunt Qiao and muttered in a low voice: "There are men in the world who are more handsome than our prince." ”

Aunt Qiao stared at the corner for a long time, then turned her head and said: "It's rare that he is a big man who dresses so vividly, and I don't know how many years of hard work he has to have such a foundation, reward." ”

Her tone was always light, just waiting for an additional sentence: "One hundred taels." ”

Zo'er exclaimed: "One hundred taels? Silver? ”

Aunt Qiao quipped, "I don't have gold." ”

She understands what Zo'er means, rewarding a hundred taels is too much.

Even the corner didn't know how to say thank you for a long time, and was secretly stabbed in the back by the class master, so he threw himself down at Aunt Qiao, and when he looked up, he met Aunt Qiao's gaze, and hurriedly moved away.

Shanbao smiled meaningfully at the corner of his mouth and beckoned to the class master: "Keep singing." (To be continued.) )