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Although Xu Yichan didn't take this feast to heart, she thought that there was little effect, and there was no need to invest too much energy.

But since it has been done, it must not be sloppy, at least not to lose royal face.

He knew in his heart that there were many people outside the palace waiting to see him laugh.

Ye Qiange's eyes wandered around, and he couldn't help but smile when he saw the staggered crowds and laughter in the field, as if it was a lively scene.

If you can't achieve the desired goal, you will naturally have to achieve other goals.

Such a mobilization of teachers, fanfare, and the expenditure of huge amounts of money and energy are bound to be not wasted.

His purpose is pure, which is to further build momentum for cement.

Don't underestimate the ability of these hundreds of noble women.

Most of these female dependents are in charge of the accounts of a government or even a clan.

Not only do they have incredible purchasing power, but they also have tremendous influence.

Men control the world, women control men.

What's more, these women whose identities and status are not simple.

After the feast is over, Chang'an City will inevitably set off a frenzy of discussion again.

Although surrounded by beautiful women, Ying Yingyan Yanyan, Ye Qiange is tireless, quite easy, sometimes witty and humorous, making all the women tremble, giggle, sometimes serious and serious, listen attentively, and have comprehensive etiquette, so that the women's wonderful eyes shine, sometimes uninhibited and funny, and the language is frivolous, which makes all the women blush and coquettish......

"Zheng—"

Suddenly, a crisp recital sounded.

Everyone looked at each other, and at some point, a stage was set up in the courtyard.

At this time, on the stage, a few people came up.

Several of them are wearing heavy makeup and light makeup, and they are well-dressed, and some clues can be seen at a glance.

The song changes abruptly, constantly changing the rhythm and tune as the characters appear, rendering the atmosphere and setting the plot.

Everyone thought it was a big song, but they didn't think about it at first.

After all, this beginning is no different from singing a big song.

However, over time, they discover that they are wrong.

At this moment, on the stage, there are four people, two men and two women, the female protagonist and the male protagonist, and the other two professions playing soy sauce, looking at the ground in a daze with low eyebrows.

The first encounter between the male and female protagonists, one is amazing, the other is shy, and the two of them tell their hearts, using the tone of singing a big song, supplemented by a blunt monologue, so that everyone immediately knows the cause of the story.

"It's a lot like a big song, but it's different."

In this era of extreme lack of entertainment, as long as there is a way to kill time, pass the idle and boring days, or give people pure spiritual enjoyment, these noble ladies who have so much money that they have no land to spend will naturally flock to it.

There are many places where big songs are sung, such as Qianyu Pavilion, which is the first song garden in Chang'an.

Some women were shocked, frowned, and said thoughtfully.

"What kind of song is this, why have you never seen it?"

"What Sister Wan'er said is true, and I have never seen it."

"Could it be a new song, this is the first time it has been released?"

Everyone speculated, and then their eyes lit up.

A few corners on this stage, if you look closely, you can't help but feel very familiar.

"This Liang Shanbo, isn't it Xiao Ji of Thousand Feather Pavilion?"

Soon, the women in the courtyard recognized the horns on the stage and found that they were all from the Thousand Feather Pavilion.

Although it caused a small commotion, it died down in a blink of an eye.

They were attentive, their eyes were clear, and they looked straight at the stage.

They forgot about the food, forgot about the conversation, forgot about socializing, and all of them held their breath and were in a state of serious immersion.

Ye Qiange took a long breath, although it is quite simple to deal with these young ladies who are just starting to fall in love, but there are too many people, and they will be tired after all.

For about half an hour, Ye Qiange barely stopped.

This made him have to admire, in many ways, the energy of girls is endless.

For example, shopping, gossiping, chatting......

Ye Qiange felt that if he continued, he might really be talked to death.

He glanced up at the stage, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

The script performed by Xiao Ji is Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, which are known to everyone in later generations, integrating romantic love, reality criticism and mythology.

He pursed his mouth rather boringly, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai can stand out and be completely inherited, which shows that they are extraordinary.

But after being bombarded by various bloody romance dramas in later generations, when I came to appreciate Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, I thought that I had watched a fake love story.

Full of a sense of disobedience.

Ye Qiange has this kind of perception.

Stepping back to his seat, carrying the pot, pouring tea, drinking tea, his dry tongue was soaked with nectar, and he drank five or six cups in a row before stopping.

Suddenly feel refreshed and refreshed.

Suddenly, he paused, and heard a sobbing sound from below.

He looked closely, only to find that the audience had burst into tears.

Ye Qiange swallowed his saliva and glanced at the stage.

only to know that the plot has developed to the point where Marven robbed the marriage......

Ye Qiange rolled his eyes, where is this, and then Ma Wencai will drive Zhu Yingtai crazy, and then blame Liang Shanbo, Liang Shanbo was injured due to depression and death in bed because he couldn't stay with his beloved......

There is no such thing as the most abusive, only more abusive......

It is said that women are made of water, and when they cry, their tears are like a river dam bursting, and they can't stop it.

The development of the lacrimal ducts is amazing.

As expected, as the plot deepened, there were waves of sadism, and he didn't even give time to wipe his tears.

Soon, the sobbing sound became a sobbing sound, faintly accompanied by a wailing and crying.

This situation and this scene are so spectacular.

Hundreds of people burst into tears, and the cries merged into one, and the scene was really filled with a strange atmosphere.

"Ma Wencai is insidious and cunning, a despicable villain, and a shameless scum, and he actually broke up Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai ......"

"This person should be killed, he should not exist in the world and disturb the world!"

……

Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai wrote about the ancients.

Even if future generations are moved after watching it, they can't empathize with it, as if they have experienced it firsthand.

After all, after thousands of years, they could not feel the purest true feelings of the ancients.

The interweaving of cries and curses made the painting style of Chan Ge Yan change sharply, and from time to time, Ye Qiange could still perceive some cold gazes below, mixed with hatred, and fell on him fiercely.

Ye Qiange couldn't cry or laugh.

He touched his nose and looked innocent.

"It's a good feast, you made it a miasma, this Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai were deliberately arranged by you, right?!"

Ye Mu Jiang Rou's eyes were red and swollen, and her cheeks were clearly stained with tears, obviously not shallow in the play.

She glared at Ye Qiange, her face full of displeasure, and her anger was overflowing.

Belch!

Ye Qiange looked up and looked around, but seeing that his mother was still staring at him, he helplessly spread his hand, "Mother, this is just a work of rise, I didn't expect it to be like this!" ”

"Hmph, what kind of rising work, it is clearly your experience for many years, isn't Ma Wencai in this play shaped by yourself as the prototype?"

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