As the long-term writer of the Pillow Grass Opera Troupe, and the golden writer of Yue Wenzhai, Ma Erya still pulled Fang Zhongyong and walked forward with a familiar face, and shouted at Qin Fangqi: "Qin everyone-"

That Qin Fangqi was talking to Wu Yu, with her back to Ma Erya and Fang Zhongyong, and was startled by her sudden words, Wu Yu turned his head and saw Fang Zhongyong coming, and politely greeted each other. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The female leader who was instructing on the stage saw Ma Erya, but she walked down from the stage very enthusiastically, and said with a smile: "Erya is here, it's rehearsal, and I want you to think of a few more ideas." ”

Ma Erya glanced at Fang Zhongyong, his eyes flickered and blinked, and then he dragged Fang Zhongyong to the side of Qin Fangqi and the female class leader, and introduced: "This is Lord Fang, Lord Fang has his own set of arrangements for the stage, and today I will take him to see how the rehearsal of the new play is." ”

The class leader smiled and said very lively: "That's right, Lord Fang, please ~~~"

As she spoke, she greeted her decilessly, and welcomed Qin Fangqi, Wu Yu, Ma Erya, Fang Zhongyong and others into the backstage.

Wu Yu and Qin Fangqi said a few words about their bodies and singing, and when they turned their heads, they saw Fang Zhongyong on the other side, taking a picture, and talking to the class master. The class leader nodded again and again and accepted the picture.

When Wu Yu saw this, he was very curious, and asked Fang Zhongyong with a slight smile.

When Fang Zhongyong saw it, he turned his head to Wu Yu's ear, made a very intimate appearance, and said with a smile: "In terms of listening to opera, I don't have the level of Lord Wu, and I can't evaluate the quality of my singing voice." I just know a little bit about craftsmanship, and I just want to change the way the stage and the theater are organized. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Wu Yu, and when he saw that the other party's eyes were burning and he was very interested, he continued: "I don't know if Lord Wu is interested, one of the four mentors of the performance of the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival?" ”

"The Four Great Mentors?" Wu Yu felt very fresh inexplicably, squinted his eyes and asked, "What are the four great mentors?" ”

Fang Zhongyong took the drawing that Fang had just handed to the class master, and said to Wu Yu: "It's the person sitting on this special swivel chair."

At the beginning, the swivel chair will turn away from the singing horns, and you can't see their appearances, you can only hear the interpretation of the plot and voice, and then if you like, you can signal the servants to turn the chair and receive the horns to their own team, and the four mentors will each lead the horns of their choice to compete.

This is a series of events, but it will take a lot of effort, I wonder if Lord Wu is interested? ”

Wu Yu, a senior ticket holder, is of course interested, as if his taste and expertise have been greatly affirmed, a little proud but very modest asked: "Can I do it?" ”

"Why not? That's too good. "The head of the class over there has already come over.

Several people walked into the back hall together, and went around to the inner courtyard, where a few young men who had just kept their heads were already pressing their legs. Turning to the side, I entered a room, the room was elegant and quiet, spotless, the room was placed with a desk, a piano table, a bed, a beauty couch, obviously the head of the class is a corner of the resting place.

In the room, a few people who had been invited to be tutors were already in place, and when they saw that the class master and Qin Fangqi had come with these extraordinary guest officers, they all got up to greet each other.

Several people discussed in the room for most of the day, and basically set the standards for several mentors and their main casting, Wu Yu did not have the kind of lowly status of ordinary rotten Confucians, and he was obviously not an angry youth.

His rational and enthusiastic personality further made Fang Zhongyong have a great impression. It seems that Wu Yu is not only smart and has insight into the essence of the Song-Xia War, but also is a person who loves life very much.

When he finished his work here, when he returned to Fang's mansion, he saw Fang Niang greet him with a sad face, and handed a letter to Fang Zhongyong.

Fang Zhongyong untied the big sword and walked towards the house, while looking at the letterhead in his hand, Fang Niang followed and said, "Miss Jian sent someone to send it, it seems to say that Miss Jian is going to travel far away. ”

Fang Zhongyong nodded, looked at the letter in his hand, and then looked at Fang Niang beside him, and comforted: "It's okay, Miss Jian is not from the Great Song Dynasty, and when she goes back this time, she is also familiar with the way, she follows the horse gang to do business, and she is strong in martial arts, so my mother doesn't have to worry too much." ”

Ma Erya followed behind, but it was not a taste in her heart, that Jian Jiao and Fang Zhongyong could only be said to be the relationship between the boss and the owner of the branch below, but this Fang Niang cared about something, that is, the real sweetheart of the other party Zhongyong was still a girl, and she didn't care so much, let alone herself.

Thinking of this, Ma Erya couldn't help but look at her chest angrily, thinking of Jian Jiao's beautiful figure that was considered suitable for birth and raising, and her heart couldn't help but feel sour.

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The next day, Fang Zhongyong made an appointment to watch the lantern and watch the play, so he got up early in the morning, freshened himself up, and drove to Zhefu.

When I arrived at Zhefu, I learned that Zhe was still called to the border in the middle of the night last night because of urgent military affairs, and because it was the act of the secret spy department, the family didn't know where to go.

Fang Zhongyong was anxious in his heart, thinking about it, although he was not on duty today, he still went to the palace to find out what the situation was.

When he arrived in the palace, Wang Gongchen, who had been repairing his living note that day, saw him coming, and beckoned him to sit in the duty room in surprise, added charcoal fire, and warmed up the originally deserted duty room, and then looked at Fang Zhongyong with a little magic:

"For the Chinese New Year, Brother Fang, is there something urgent to find the official family?"

Fang Zhongyong thought about it, looked at Wang Gongchen again, and hesitated slightly: "Is there some private matter I want to inquire about, but I don't know whether it is suitable or not, let's come and ask Lord Wang first." ”

Wang Gongchen looked at Fang Zhongyong in a little confusion, he didn't understand what he meant at all, but he also said enthusiastically: "What is so serious about 'begging', you can tell me about it." ”

Fang Zhongyong thought about it for a while, but still pointed to a chessboard placed on the kang table in the duty room, twisted up a white piece, looked at Wang Gongchen with a smile and said, "Why don't we play a game, and talk about it while we are down." ”

Wang Gongchen was a person who understood Fang Zhongyong's eccentric character, and his original chess skills were also very exquisite, so he naturally smiled without mind, "Okay." ”

The two sat down on the chessboard, and Fang Zhongyong raised his eyes and said: "We are playing, just playing chess is not interesting, why don't we play against each other and quickly ask questions and answers." If there are inconvenient questions, you can skip them, and each person will have three questions, but answer at least one of the three questions. What does Brother Jun Zhen think? ”

Wang Gongchen couldn't help laughing when he heard this, he was originally Fang Zhongyong's predecessor, but now looking at Fang Zhongyong, a child who has not yet been weakly crowned, is so serious and the rules are novel and interesting, he knocked on the official hat on Fang Zhongyong's head, and said cordially: "Cheng, it's up to you." (To be continued.) )