Eating a hot dinner on a cold night day and talking to each other about innutritious things is the most comfortable thing. The rule of not eating and sleeping is to be abandoned here, and there is no need for such a cold atmosphere of etiquette in a crowded room.

- Especially when Wang Chuan is in charge.

Ordinary people have never been so particular about eating at home. If you're happy eating, you can squat on a stool and eat.

This dinner was extraordinarily pleasant, and when Wang Chuan talked with the two priests, he also knew a lot of secrets of the teaching department. In the memories of Lu Xuan and Zhen Yu, the past of the past is covered with a warm veil, but the stories there are, after all, good and bad, warm and inspiring, but there is never a shortage of flies and dogs.

For example, what happened in the Xuanwu District. If it weren't for the active reporting of the people in Xuanwu District, the arrest of the Yamen in Xuanwu District would have gone in time, and Lu Xuan and the others would have already suffered.

After eating, Lu Xuan and Zhen Yu brought the rest of the meal to the four maidens who were still playing mahjong. After a while, he came back and sighed: "How can mahjong be like spreading poison, and it will be addictive?" If I don't look at them and urge them, they won't be able to eat. ”

Wang Chuan smiled slightly and did not speak. There is no electric rod in this world, otherwise I can give Lu Xuan one and let her treat her sisters well.

The light was getting dark at night, and the four of them had nothing to do, so they packed up the dishes and chopsticks, sat down and continued to chat. In the middle of the conversation, the four of them talked about the new plays made by Yicui (Liuxiang) Lou and Wang Chuan and Lu Xuan, and Lu Xuan asked along the topic: "Wang Zhukuai's new drama seems to have a good response, and this drama is much better than the opera in the market for literati." I wonder if there are any other new dramas planned for the future? ”

"What, what do you think?"

Wang Chuan asked with a smile.

Lu Xuan shook his head and said, "The little girl knows some poems and songs, and she is already in the sky. Creating opera is not what a little woman is good at. The little woman just felt that the opera written by Wang Zhukuai was a little too simple and ordinary. Wang Zhukuai's narrative is wonderful, the simple story is told with ups and downs, and after watching the opera, it only makes people feel that the meaning is long, but after careful recollection, there is still something missing, and there is no point. If you create another drama and can make a wonderful story, supplemented by such a narrative, it will inevitably be more sought after. ”

"Really?"

Wang Chuan thought for a while, and after a while, he said, "The first shot is to attract customers, so of course it must be done simply and clearly, aiming to hook people's interest." Now it seems that the effect of this drama has been brought into play. In the next play, you can naturally play with other means. Miss Lu waited with peace of mind. Now this play will be performed for a while, and when the guests are tired of watching it, they will change to a new play. During this time, I will take out the notebook, Miss Lu has to prepare the lyrics and music for me. ”

In the past two days, Wang Chuan has received evaluations, although the popularity is gratifying, but evaluations like Lu Xuan's still account for a lot of proportion. Wang Chuan has figured it out, the literati of this world are still different from the modern people of this world, and no matter how wandering the scholars who receive traditional education, they also have a sense of literary youth in their stomachs. No matter tragicomedy, there is a good story to support it, and then what truth is pulled through the story, it can be more sought after by them.

Now the new building of Yicui needs to be further improved, there is such a shortcut, how can you miss it?

"The little woman will do her best."

Lu Xuan said expectantly.

As for what the second drama will look like, Wang Chuan is not in a hurry to decide. For the second work, it is best to do market research, one is to see how customers react to the first work, and get some feedback from it, and the other is to ask customers about their preferences through the sisters and make a comprehensive decision.

The gossip grew thick into the night, and Lu Xuan and Zhen Yu got up to say goodbye. Wang Chuan has been overworked in the past few days, has no intention of exercising, and after washing, he hugged Chen Lian and fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, Wang Chuan went to the middle of the door to patrol the street to handle the case, and after all the affairs were completed, it was already noon. At this time, he had to go to Yicui Building in Liuxiang. At this time, the drama that was performed every day for the past two days was being staged in the new building of Yicui, and it was just the end of the opera. The Yicui Building in Liuxiang is not a theater in the end, its essence is still a kiln. But Wang Chuan's opera has clothed this kiln based on Willow Lane with a layer of elegant gauze, making it not look so unbearable.

The operas that do not appear three times a day and the poems of the abbots after the operas are like a layer of camouflage, making the new building really look like a theater.

The ending used today is the one that was placed yesterday at the end of the second performance. Wang Chuan didn't expect that the literati in this world would prefer such an ending. Of course, they won't admit that this is their love for being a little white face.

The poems brought by Sister Han in her hand are summarized, and most of them are the praises of the romantic literati for Sister Yang'er's loyalty and talent. It seems that only such kind, resolute, beautiful, and rich Bai Fumei can match them who are stinky and shameless.

Wang Chuan secretly despised it, and had a certain understanding of the urine nature and taste of this group of readers.

Then the range of choices for the next drama can be narrowed down a little more.

"The king catches quickly."

There was a sudden call outside the door.

Wang Chuan was in Sister Han's room, but it was not Sister Han who was calling at the door. Wang Chuan glanced at the door, but saw that behind the crack in the door that had been pushed open, the appearance of Miss Fang Yun was revealed.

"Come in."

Wang Chuan said.

The door "squeaked" open, and it was not only Miss Fang Yun who came in, but also her lover Sister Yang in the play.

The two of them looked stricken, and they didn't have half the spirit on the stage. Wang Chuan frowned, not knowing what they wanted to say to him.

"Wang Zhukuai, the slave family and my sister want to thank you."

Miss Fang Yun and Sister Yang glanced at each other, and finally Miss Fang Yun mustered up her courage and said, "If it weren't for Wang Zhukuai's cultivation like this, our sisters wouldn't be in such a situation." It's just that...... Just ......"

"Just what?"

Wang Chuan asked.

Miss Fang Yun was speechless. Finally, Sister Yang couldn't wait, and plucked up the courage to say: "It's just that since yesterday, the call for the slave family and my sister to go out of the building has been getting louder." But...... But ......"

The two looked at each other again, but they didn't dare to say it after all. But when Wang Chuan observed their appearance, he had already guessed what they wanted to say.

"It's just that you don't want to go out of the building?"

The two sisters' faces turned pale, and they knelt on the ground with a "poof", and said in a trembling voice: "The slave family also knows that such a reluctant invitation really shouldn't be." But ......"

Wang Chuan waved his hand, interrupted them, and said, "Get up." If you don't want to do it, if you don't do it, can I force you to do it? You don't want to entertain people with sex, and hanging them is, what kind of game? It's just that you don't have to make less money from singing. ”