It's just that this troupe may be because of its popularity in Datong City, and it is a little reluctant to end the Ming Feng Ji so quickly, so they added a lot of content to the play, and the forty-one plays that should have ended in three days at most, reached the forty-fifth play on the fourth day, and there is still no sign of ending.

Zhiwen can only wait patiently, since he has been waiting for so many days, if he can't help but steal the imperial robe now, wouldn't the waiting in front of him be useless.

The night was dark, Song Xiance and Ma Er still did not go back to the room to sleep, the two sat together, gossiping with each other, a plate of melon seeds on the table, snorting all over the place, and the tea in the tea bowl was as light as white water.

Compared with Ma Er, Song Xiance is younger in the end, his body is weaker, and he can't stand it a little, a melon seed has just been opened, and the melon seed skin has not been spit out, his head is lowered, his eyes are closed, and he falls asleep without knowing it.

Although this movement is small, but in the dead of night, it can't hide from Ma Er, Ma Er smiled, rubbed his face, woke up and fell asleep, this time Song Xiance fell asleep, no one spoke, and he didn't know how long he could last.

Lift the tea bowl, only to find that the tea bowl has dried, shake the teapot, the teapot is empty, this is good, even the water has no drink, this hour, no one in the inn to help you boil water.

Ma Er simply stood up, pushed the door out of the room, and came to the yard, the night was as cold as water, and the sleepiness was all gone, but the lower abdomen was also tight, and the urge to urinate came.

Looking left and right, Ma Er didn't want to find any thatched toilets, but planned to find a secluded tree hole to solve on the spot, and was touching the place, when there was suddenly a figure on the wall, and before he could react, a breeze blew by his side, and Zhiwen appeared beside him.

"Second Brother Ma, are you here to greet me?"

"Uh, Xiaozhi, got it?" Ma Erxi said.

"Then you need to say, let's go, go in and watch."

Entering the house, Song Xiance also woke up, he had something on his mind, he slept very shallowly, although the movement of Zhiwen and Ma Er was small, it still alarmed him.

"Come on, come on, take a look." After Ma Er closed the door, Song Xiance picked up the oil lamp, Zhiwen untied the burden from his shoulders and took out a bright shirt from it.

Ma Er stretched out his hand and wanted to touch it with his own hands, but when he saw the thick calluses on his hands, he retracted his hands again, his hands were too rough, this kind of material could not withstand the ravages, and if he was not careful, he might be made to pick out the thread, so let Song Xiance get such fine skin and tender meat.

Song Xiance didn't have Ma Er's concerns, he grabbed the imperial robe in his hand and stroked it, turned on the light, carefully checked the lines on the clothes, and only after half a salary, he said, "This Cheng family class is really authentic, and he is bold, this imperial robe is made, I'm afraid it can be messed up." ”

Cheng Jiaban is the troupe that sings Ming Feng Ji these days, because of this play, it is red and purple in Datong City, in order to make more money, a lot of scenes have been added, and the original three-day play did not end until the fifth day.

Zhiwen was patient, and after Cheng Jiaban finished singing and left Datong, he chased them overnight, and the reason why Song Xiance and Ma Er didn't sleep was to wait for Zhiwen to return.

"Afraid not?" Ma didn't dare to touch it, his eyes and ears were not idle, and after listening to Song Xiance's words, he asked with some doubts, "Mr. Song, listen to your tone, whether this imperial robe is really real or not, and you are not very sure?" ”

Song Xiance's face turned red, although the light was dim and he couldn't see it, he hesitated for a moment, but still honestly confessed, "Brother Zhi, Second Brother Ma, I haven't even been in Xiucai, the real imperial robe, how can I have the opportunity to see it with my own eyes, but when I was in the county school, I listened to the teacher's chatter and knew the rough rules of the imperial robe, I'm sorry, forgive me." ”

"It's okay," Zhiwen said with relief, "Second Brother Ma is also a little calm, I and other small people, how can we have the opportunity to see the imperial robe in person, is it really because of this matter, can't we go to Governor Geng?" ”

Among these officials they know, it is estimated that only Geng Ruqi has really been a saint, even if Zhang Honggong, although he is a general soldier and has a meritorious service, I am afraid that he will not have any chance.

Although Zhuo Lushan is friendly with Geng Ruqi and others, the fact that Zhiwen is going to do next is a little bold and reckless, and he doesn't want them to know.

In Zhiwen's opinion, even if this imperial robe is flawed, it has nothing to do with the overall situation, and he doesn't really want to use this fake imperial robe to arch out the acting king, but to use it to coerce him, as long as it is not fake, people can see through it at a glance.

"Mr. Song, although you haven't seen the real imperial robe in person, but among the three of me, you know the best, how much do you think this imperial robe can be?" Zhiwen asked.

Song Xiance didn't answer immediately, but carefully recalled what the teacher said in his impression, and looked at his shirt again, before answering affirmatively, "If what my teacher said is true, the imperial robe in front of me is at least seven or eight points true." ”

"That's enough." Zhiwen was very satisfied, seven or eight points was really enough to set off a storm, and after speaking, he began to pick people up, "Okay, let's go to sleep." ”

He saw that both of them had red eyes and haggard looks, and knew that they had not slept in order to wait for him, and now it seemed that they were almost unable to hold on.

"That's... That, I... I want to touch it. Ma II Ai Aidi said.

Song Xiance is a scholar in the end, it is still different in his heart, since he affirmed that this imperial robe has seven or eight points of truth, Ma Er believed it, and saw that Zhiwen was going to put away the imperial robe, and the thought that he wanted to touch but didn't dare to touch it just now came up again.

"You can touch it if you want to, and you can twist and pinch it." Zhiwen handed over the imperial robe.

"It's... I have a lot of calluses on my hands, so I'm afraid I'll break it. ”

Only then did Zhiwen know that Ma Er was worried, no wonder he wanted to touch it just now, but in the end he retracted his hand again, to be honest, Zhiwen himself really didn't think about it so much, he also had calluses on his hands, and after the imperial robe was successful, he didn't grab it directly with his hands.

"There's a way." Looking at Ma Er, who insisted on refusing to use his hands directly, Zhiwen thought for a moment and took out the cloth mask on his body.

He has been carrying this thing with him since Hexi, and he can block the smell when he encounters any dirty things, and he can also avoid the epidemic, and where he wants to go at night, he can use it to mask his face, and he is really a home tour, killing people and setting fires... Isn't it the best choice for waiting?

"Whoop" a few times, wrapped one of Ma Er's hands, only to see him through the strip of cloth, facing the fake imperial robe, stroking it carefully, as if he was not touching clothes, but a fragile porcelain, if he was not careful, it would be broken by him.

Zhiwen shook his head secretly, in the Ming Dynasty, at least for now, this imperial power is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and is awe-inspiring.

Seeing Ma Er's pious face, Zhiwen suddenly had the idea of teasing, "Hey, Second Brother Ma, you went to the courtyard just now, did you really hear that I came back?" ”

Ma Er definitely didn't hear his movements, this, Zhiwen is still confident, seeing his sneaky appearance in the courtyard, he knows what he wants to do with his feet, but he was interrupted by Zhiwen like this, and seemed to forget?

Sure enough, Zhiwen's voice fell, and Ma Er, who had a peaceful face, suddenly became anxious and abnormal, and when the imperial robe was handed back to Song Xiance, he didn't care about touching it, he half-bent over, opened the door, and trotted out all the way.