Solving Gao Panlong, the troublemaker, Zhu Cheng asked the Emperor of the Apocalypse to go to the children's theater to watch a party that night.

This party was refreshing to all the audience, they had seen singing and storytelling on the stage, but they had never heard of singing folk tunes. The tune has been popular among the people for a long time, and many people can sing a line or two, but they have never heard it in any theater. This time, with Sizhu listening, it is quite interesting, and it arouses the homesickness of many wanderers. The party is not all folk songs, if so, it will inevitably be a little tired after listening to it for a long time, so every five or six songs, Zhu Cheng arranged a quyi program, like storytelling, allegro, and cross talk. There was no cross talk in the Ming Dynasty, needless to say, it was taught by the demon Zhu Cheng.

However, it is a pity that in this performance, except for the VIP box, Zhu Cheng did not give away a single free ticket, all of which were sold to the outside world, and they were not sold cheaply. There are a total of five VIP seats in the children's theater, except for the most luxurious ones reserved for the emperor, the rest are for Wei Honglian, Li Yongzhen, Ke Yintian and Feng Menglong to see.

After watching the performance, the Emperor of the Apocalypse said to Zhu Cheng a little embarrassedly: "Brother Cheng, that, after you return to Jingxi Huangzhuang, can I still come here to watch the play?" ”

Zhu Cheng said: "Your Majesty, rest assured, this VIP room is specially built for you, and no one can come in except you." The VIP room has an independent exit, and you can evacuate quickly in case of unexpected situations. The window sill for viewing the play is protected by four layers of tempered glass, which is safe and secure. When Ah Jian and I returned to Jingxi Huangzhuang, we would not take the troupe with us, and the theater would remain open as usual. ”

Zhu Youzhen said: "Brother Emperor, I have already thought of the name of this troupe, called the Daming Cultural Task Force, referred to as the Daming Art Team, please ask the emperor to inscribe the troupe." ”

The Emperor of the Apocalypse laughed, picked up a brush and inscribed the name of the troupe. Wei Zhongxian blew dry the ink, took out the seal of the Emperor of the Apocalypse from his arms, and stamped it in the lower right corner of the inscription.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse said: "You must not rest assured that you will not leave the Jingxi Huangzhuang, you will have to leave after staying in the capital for a few days, and I will not be able to leave you." However, February 3rd is the day of my wedding, so you should come a few days in advance, and you must not come to drink the wedding wine, but help me. ”

Zhu Youzhen said happily: "The emperor's brother is getting married, is the bride beautiful, is she good-tempered, and is her personality gentle or not?" ……”

The Emperor of the Apocalypse blushed like an apple with shame and hurried away with Wei Zhongxian.

Zhu Youzhen still wanted to chase after the Emperor of the Apocalypse to ask questions, but was stopped by Zhu Cheng and said, "Ah Jian, don't ask, don't you see the emperor's brother blushing?" ”

While the two were talking, a guard came in and reported: "Lord Zhu, there is a person outside the door who asks to see him, and his tone is very loud, saying that there are many problems in the theater of my lord." ”

"Yo, someone's coming to kick the gym." Zhu Cheng and Zhu Youzhen said at the same time.

Zhu Cheng said: "People are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be stabbed." If there is a kicker, let's meet him. ”

The guards ushered in a middle-aged man of about thirty years of age. The middle-aged man looks very handsome, his skin is like clotted fat, as if he has been blown out, his eyebrows are crooked, his eyes are affectionate, and his lips are like painted Zhu, fortunately Zhu Cheng saw his Adam's apple, otherwise he would think he was a woman.

The middle-aged man said as soon as they met: "Zhu Gongzi's comments are not good at all, it's a waste of my time." ”

Zhu Youzhen's face turned blue with anger, he has always been very proud of his eloquence, and the stories he told have captured the hearts of the audience more than once, and now he is actually devalued by this middle-aged man.

Zhu Cheng had listened to the recordings of many famous storytellers in later generations, so he naturally knew that Zhu Youzhen's commentaries were average, but when he heard the middle-aged man belittled his friend like this, he couldn't help but be angry: "Who are you, you are making a lot of nonsense here." ”

The middle-aged man smiled proudly and said, "In Xia Liu Jingting." ”

Zhu Cheng was shocked, and he couldn't imagine that the performance of the theater would attract famous storytellers in history. Liu Jingting was a famous storytelling artist in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, who created storytelling to boost morale, which was very close to Zhu Cheng's concept of governing the army. Zhu Cheng always believed that the post of political commissar in the army in later generations was indispensable, and he played a very crucial role in maintaining and improving the combat effectiveness of the army by letting the soldiers understand why they were fighting. After Emperor Chongzhen ascended the throne, he planned to quietly replace the superintendent army that had been retained in all dynasties with political commissars, of course, the name of the superintendent army was retained, but their function changed from supervising generals to political and ideological work. As a matter of fact, the ideology of an army is so strong that even if the generals want to oppose it, they can't oppose it, so why do they need to supervise the army.

Zhu Cheng asked strangely: "Isn't Liu Jingting's face full of pockmarks, why is this gentleman so ...... So handsome? ”

Liu Jingting touched his cheeks, blushed a little, and said, "Oops, I forgot to put on makeup and go out today." Because I have some small problems with my appearance, I am afraid that the audience's attention will focus on my face and ignore the book I am talking about, so I often wear a mask to tell stories. The voice of the masked storyteller has changed, and it is not very natural. Zhu Gongzi said well, tomorrow I will buy two catties of soybeans, fry them, put my face on the beans, and turn them into pockmarks, then people will only pay attention to the books I say. ”

When Zhu Youzhen heard this, the anger on his face disappeared, a person who is willing to sacrifice his appearance for art is worthy of respect, and the evaluation of a fanatical storyteller is worthy of attention.

Zhu Cheng felt a little pity, and hurriedly persuaded: "The body skin is affected by the parents, and it must not be damaged." If someone is still paying attention to your appearance, it means that your storytelling is not at home; If the storytelling says that people forget about your beauty and ugliness, then you really become everyone. ”

Liu Jingting was in awe, and arched his hand: "Liu has been taught." ”

Zhu Youzhen asked: "Where is my commentary bad, please ask Mr. Liu for some advice." ”

Liu Jingting said: "Zhu Gongzi's current situation is only at the level of storytelling, and he has not yet had the consciousness of commenting on books. Storytelling is different from storytelling, which should be contagious, so that the audience can be excited and sad with the characters in the book. The "White Lady Yongzhen Leifeng Tower" you talked about today just told a story, but did not bring the audience into the book. ”

Zhu Youzhen arched his hand and said: "Mr. Liu is worthy of being a famous storyteller, and Zhu is deeply inspired. ”

Zhu Cheng looked at Liu Jingting with a smile, and said in his heart: "This Mr. Liu is a person with a furrow in his chest, and he once served as a staff member of Zuo Liangyu, a general of the Southern Ming Dynasty in history. Otherwise, he didn't teach so many storytellers in the capital, why did he find Zhu Youzhen? ”

Liu Jingting felt that Zhu Cheng's gaze was like a knife and lightning, as if he wanted to penetrate his heart and see through his thoughts.

Liu Jingting said with a little crampedness: "Why is Lord Zhu looking at me like this? ”

Zhu Cheng said: "I'm waiting for you to tell you what you really mean." ”

Liu Jingting said: "I saw the performance of your theater, like a fish in the throat, not vomiting and unhappy." ”

Zhu Cheng said: "Have you finished spitting, after spitting, I can send off guests." ”

Liu Jingting was speechless, and said hesitantly: "It's, in fact, there is one more thing......

Zhu Cheng smiled silently, but Zhu Youzhen patted his chest and beat the package ticket: "Mr. Liu, you say, I will definitely help you do it." ”

Zhu Youzhen looked at Zhu Cheng, and added a sentence with a weak heart: "As long as you don't break the law." ”

Liu Jingting's face turned red and said, "I...... I think...... Add ......"

His voice grew deeper and deeper, and the last few words were barely audible.

Zhu Youzhen was so anxious that he almost jumped up, and said, "Mr. Liu, you look like a woman, I can't imagine that your voice is more like a woman." ”

Liu Jingting was provoked by Zhu Youzhen, and said loudly: "I want to join the adult's army and become a fierce general under the command of the adult!" ”

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