"No, no, what are you still doing here?"

Mu Ningfu asked puzzledly, and subconsciously pulled the man's arm.

"Let's go for a walk, I have something to do, and I want to think about it alone." Saying that, ignoring Mu Ningfu's protests, let Rongde take Mu Ningfu back first.

The night was deep, the crowds were getting scarcer, and the colorful light bulbs around were extinguished.

King's Landing came to the place where the puppet show was performed just now, and the puppet show master was cleaning up the props on the stage with his two apprentices.

The puppet troupe owner is an old Japanese man, who has been engaged in this endangered puppet show for 60 years, and it has been ten years of polishing the skills of the craftsmen to make this magical repertoire perfect.

The old man crossed the sea, wandered all over the world, made his home all over the world, and relied on major amusement parks, night markets, and puppet performances to earn a meager income and feed two mute apprentices.

King's Landing saw the two apprentices packing up the other props, while the old Japanese man was very careful, as if waiting for a princess to go to bed, carefully putting his Hanayodo Kabuki, a life-size enamel porcelain puppet puppet Mu Ningfu, into a wooden box.

King's Landing stepped forward, and the old man saw his arrival, bowed slightly, and looked at him with a smile.

Ichijo Japanese.

"What advice do you have?"

"Master, can you perform for me again, just now, in the middle of the flower festival?" King's Landing made a very polite request.

As if there was some kind of tacit understanding and induction in the heart, the amiable old Japanese man readily agreed, so the master and apprentice arranged everything again, and the mute female apprentice sat on the ground and played the shamisen.

The lights are dark, the mute male apprentice is operating other supporting role puppets, the troupe master is still pulling the puppet line, and the enamel porcelain puppet Mu Ningfu that is enough to fake and real appears in front of the king landing again.

It really looks exactly like Fu'er, as if Fu'er went to another world, to the long-forgotten Edo shogunate era, and became a family of craftsmen with uncanny skills, and carved things with painstaking efforts.

Always, no longer a flesh-and-blood Fu'er, but a beautiful and eternal fossil.

King's Landing was a little fascinated.

The kabuki on the stage, every action touches the heart of the king's landing, and the puppet Ji and Mu Ningfu are like withdrawing, even more fatalistic than Mu Ningfu.

Looking at the strange beauty of the otherworld, King's Landing only felt that the whole world was suddenly ethereal and ethereal.

When the second performance ended, Jun Lintian still sat under the stage, reminiscing, as if he had been sucked away by the purple puppet on the stage.

The troupe leader humbly came to King's Landing, smiled and patted him, and King's Landing's came back to his senses.

"Master, I have a request, I don't know if to talk about it."

"You don't have to say anything, I know what you're thinking." The troupe leader placed the heavy wooden box in front of King's Landing.

Heavy ebony box, more like a coffin.

Inside, there is the enamel porcelain puppet, a puppet Ji who looks exactly the same as Mu Ningfu.

"Since you are married, I will give it to you and take good care of her." Without waiting for King's Landing's request, the troupe owner had already taken the initiative to give Zi Ji to King's Landing.

"Master, then your puppet show, won't you be able to continue to perform."

King's Landing is a little uneasy.