Zhu Houzhao felt that Fang Jifan's laughter was very low.

So I didn't laugh.

For his great-grandmother's feelings, Zhu Houzhao is still very deep.

After all, if it weren't for my great-grandmother, I would have been beaten to death by my father if I wanted to come.

He sat with his hands on his cheeks, and his good face, huddled together, turned into the shape of a pig's head.

Fang Jifan sat opposite him and said with a smile: "The Empress Dowager, does she like to listen to operas?" ”

When Zhu Houzhao heard this, he nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Fang Jifan slapped his thigh: "It's really effortless to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere to get it, I just need to find such a soulmate." ”

"What?"

Zhu Houzhao took a picture.

Fang Jifan's eyes lit up: "We can sing." ”

Zhu Houzhao was stunned: "We ...... Can we sing? ”

Fang Jifan encouraged him and said: "The important thing is not the play, but who is singing, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sings it himself, which shows His Royal Highness's filial piety." ”

Zhu Houzhao nodded as if he didn't understand: "It took a lot of effort for my great-grandmother to like it?" But...... If I go to sing, my father will be like thunder. ”

Fang Jifan sighed in his heart, this Empress Dowager is a kind person, she has reached this age, she doesn't know when Xianyou will be, she treats herself well, you might as well, just let her smile.

People are anti-Pomeranians laughing.

And Fang Jifan is a person who is three times upright, and what flows in his body is the blood that resists vulgarity and has a lofty moral mission.

Fang Jifanbo's was an old man who smiled.

Just because life is in the world, filial piety is the first. It is a matter of course to be kind to the elderly.

And...... Fang Jifan felt that in the future, he might have to ask this old lady for a big favor, which was related to his well-being.

Fang Jifan said: "Then let's hurry up...... Practice. ”

"Slowly, slowly, I'll find a troupe first, well, a Hui opera troupe, a Kunqu opera troupe, and ...... I have to think about it. ”

The reason why Peking Opera became popular all over the world later was that it integrated the strengths of local dramas, and in the end, it was a complete success.

Two hundred years later, the essence of Peking Opera is born out of the current drama.

Therefore, the singing and key, as well as the story, need to be changed.

But the drama is still easy to find, especially the drama with skills, which can often be integrated, Fang Jifan naturally can't be fine everywhere, but the most important thing is to give people a taste.

The biggest advantage of Peking Opera is not only this.

There are also costumes and props, which gradually derive the effect of the stage, which is a rare entertainment in this era of poor entertainment.

Of course, the most brilliant thing about this Peking Opera is its lyrics.

This is a story that has been inherited for hundreds of years of opera culture, and finally continuously revised and polished.

Every track is very moving.

Therefore, the essence of Peking Opera lies in the story, and behind every moving story, it is enough to make you cry.

After all, the people of the previous life have long been invaded by countless high-quality and inferior, classic or rough stories, therefore, people are numb to stories, many people read the jokes, support and do not say, and even scold the author, such people, directly lowered the level of social morality, so that morality has slipped all the way......

And in the current era, a classic and popular story is enough to move people's hearts.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath: "Your Highness, you prepare the clothes, I will make a style, you hurry up and take the weaver to sew out the clothes, by the way, when will Zhou Niangniang have a big birthday." ”

"Forty days to go."

"I'm in a bit of a hurry." Fang Jifan took a deep breath: "But don't worry, even if you don't do a good job, the most important thing is your mind." ”

Fang Jifan said, and slipped out: "I'll go find the troupe." ”

The troupe is ready-made, Fang Jifan directly asked people to find the most famous team in Beijing, and they also need to find a famous role, and after they have a candidate in their hearts, they will go to a post, and they will report to Xishan before three o'clock in the morning tomorrow.

Perhaps because of Fang Jifan's good fate, early the next morning, the famous actors in Beijing all came, and the only fly in the ointment was that Danjiao's 'Tsing Yi' and 'Hua Dan' were difficult to find.

This Peking Opera is all sung by men, as for why women are not allowed to sing, probably because women singing opera are almost like falling into fireworks.

Fang Jifan simply asked the woman who sang to bear the 'Tsing Yi' and 'Hua Dan'.

Time is of the essence.

The repertoire was quickly chosen, and then the lyrics were copied and distributed to each of the corners, so that they could first familiarize themselves with the recitation.

Fang Jifan taught them to hang their voices, although Fang Jifan's own singing voice is not good, but roughly, it can make the horns understand the intention.

It's busy.

Look, in the midst of this cold winter.

Zhu Zaimo followed Liu Jie to read the book, then sat on the high threshold, held his cheeks, and watched Fang Jifan like a general, directing the rehearsal, and when he caught people, he was reprimanded, and the scolding was very ugly, he tried to open his mouth, babbling and humming: "You...... Uncle! ”

"I ...... Beat...... Don't die you......"

"You old P-shares!"

As he spoke, he was happy, and his uncle was so fragrant.

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Zhu Houzhao babbled in the cold wind every morning, and hung his throat with a dry of 'horns'.

Zhu Houzhao is the protagonist.

No, it should be called Xiaosheng.

His voice was loud, and he even looked like it.

Liu Jin ate the jerky and hung his throat beside him, and suddenly, the thick sound erupted from his throat.

Shengsheng suppressed Zhu Houzhao's voice.

Groove ...... Talent.

Fang Jifan swished, wrapped his whole body tightly, and grabbed Liu Jin: "Grandson, this old student, you come and try, sing to the lyrics, come on, put on makeup on my grandson, wear the old student's clothes, let him try." ”

Liu Jin smiled: "Godmaster, can I really do it?" ”

"Yes!" Fang Jifan said: "Although you look ugly, it's not tight, and when you put on makeup, ghosts don't recognize you." ”

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The birthday of the Empress Dowager is a big event.

At least, for Emperor Hongzhi, who has been feeling unwell in this winter, he knows better than anyone that his great-grandmother's life will come to an end sooner or later.

The son wants to raise but does not wait.

Although under the care of the Empress Dowager, he has entered middle age, and every morning, he can go to Renshou Palace to greet the Zhou family, but Emperor Hongzhi understands that such days will not be too long.

He sighed, and seemed to vaguely understand that for others, it was just a deep palace, and there was one less object for people to cling to, but for Emperor Hongzhi, this was ...... It is an era that is coming to an end.

He seemed restless, but he was determined to do a lot about this birthday.

Even if the old lady is just a little happier, she can relieve a little bit of pain, and Emperor Hongzhi is willing to spend all his thoughts.

In the palace, it is already full of lights.

Birthday is approaching.

It seems that the hundred officials also noticed His Majesty's filial piety, so the hundred officials led by Liu Jian played and asked His Majesty to allow the hundred officials to enter the palace to congratulate him on his birthday.

Emperor Hongzhi almost did not hesitate, and directly approved Enzhun.

Emperor Hongzhi sometimes looked out of this window, the continuous snow, his gaze, always unconsciously began to ripple, the depths of those eyes, seems to reflect the good times in the past.

I spent my carefree days during that time.

But now, although the memory is getting clearer, it is quietly far away from me.

Emperor Hongzhi suddenly had a kind of sadness.

After a long time, Ouyang Zhi realized that he handed a handkerchief to Emperor Hongzhi.

Emperor Hongzhi took it, wiped away his tears, turned around, his eyes were slightly red, his nose moved slightly, and he barely smiled: "Time, it flies so fast, many things are as clear as yesterday, you look at the snow, in ten years, twenty years, thirty years ago today, why not such snow flakes, such as a straight waterfall?" But ......"

He slowly bent down and sat back on the cushion, looking at the pile of music on the case: "However, in the past, all kinds of things were like white horses passing through the gaps, and the ministers were old, and my grandmother was also old. ”

Ouyang Zhi was silent, he was only a listener.

Emperor Hongzhi smiled: "Am I too long-winded?" ”

Ouyang Zhi thought about it and shook his head.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "One day, you will feel this way." ”

"No, it won't." Ouyang Zhi said suddenly.

Emperor Hongzhi gave him a suspicious look.

Ouyang Zhidao: "The minister's parents died early, among the elders, there is only the teacher, the teacher is still young, even if it is embarrassing, it should be the white occurrence of the teacher's grief and minister." ”

Emperor Hongzhi's face was soothing: "Yes, I don't know, it's Qing's luck, or it's Qing's misfortune." ”

He lowered his head, picked up the pen, it was not too early, picked up the song, tried to concentrate, and began to watch. ”

After a long time, he suddenly raised his eyes, and there was another tear in the corner of his eyes, but he suddenly said, "What is the prince doing?" ”

"......" Ouyang Zhi did not answer.

Emperor Hongzhi was not in a hurry.

He was used to Ouyang Zhi swallowing slowly.

So he waited slowly.

Even he sometimes thinks in his heart, Ouyang Zhi is really a minister given by God, with him, if he is in a hurry, he will gradually calm down because of his calmness, and will not make a wrong judgment in a hurry.

But after waiting for a long time, Ouyang Zhi still didn't answer.

This time, it seems like the wait was a bit long.

It seems to be in standby mode.

Emperor Hongji suddenly understood.

Ouyang Qing's family is defending His Holiness again.

Emperor Hongzhi gritted his teeth: "What is he tossing again?" Horseback riding? Archery? Or is it the grandson of the emperor? Isn't it, scolded me, what is that? ”

Ouyang Zhi still had no expression on his face.

Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "When will I grow up, when will I know the severity, how anxious I am in my heart, and know that his great-grandmother has reached the point of running out of oil and running out." He still doesn't understand anything, only cares about himself, but he doesn't know how much his great-grandmother loves him, how can he have other leisure at this time. ”

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Chapter 4 is delivered.