After inspecting the terrain, Xie Shurao went to the backyard to meet with Shen Congwei and Zhang Qingzhi, and then followed the subordinates to an empty room, where the clothes and props were all there, and she repeatedly determined it several times.

Lang Zhong never left, followed Zhang Qingzhi to Lianjiazhuang, in order to avoid suspicion, not only Zhang Qingzhi's personal maid next to him, but also arranged for the maid to accompany him, let them send.

This also made Xie Shurao feel at ease, separated the others, settled Zhang Qingzhi, and the three of them sat in the room and summed up.

The three of them also established a cooperative relationship when they met for the first time, which was exciting and novel.

"I went to see the terrain, and the place is very spacious, so that we can try to get a little further away from the iron flower and be safer."

"I forgot, the tune."

"Sister Shen has to make an idea!"

"Mr. Li's song is high in the moon and the sea, which is very suitable for our sword dance tonight."

"Then use this song."

Xie Shurao rarely listens to music here, and he doesn't know much about them, but with many years of stage experience, he must be in tune with music, and even have to go to the scene to move.

Otherwise, she is not completely sure, whether it is a modern or ancient stage, she always maintains one idea: as long as she is not ugly and does not get hurt.

"Can my sister play this song?" Xie Shurao saw that there was a guqin in the room, so he wanted to hear it.

Shen Congwei got along with them, felt very cordial, and did not twist, sat by the guqin, and began to play.

The prelude to the brilliance suddenly caught Xie Shurao deeply, and she began to move with Shen Congwei's piano sound.

After playing the song, Xie Shurao has finished the whole show, and the annual meeting and stage experience of the modern world are not given in vain.

"Sister Shen, this molten iron falls like a fire tree and silver flowers, and it is also like rain falling, why don't we turn the umbrella and sway it lightly, and then start dancing the sword."

"Good idea, it just happens that the first chapter is slow."

"Then let's go and take a walk in this courtyard, and we won't be too panicked later."

"Okay."

In Shen Congwei's eyes, she is a thoughtful woman, she wants to be ahead of everything and be prepared for everything.

"Someone, prepare paper and pen."

After a while, the little girl sent a pen and paper, and Xie Shurao wrote with a wave of a pen: The oven melts and iron at night, and the flying flame shines on the mountain. Suddenly, the cave could not be collected, and thousands of rocks were sprinkled with red snow.

This is written by the poet Zhang Jin in the Qing Dynasty, Xie Shurao watched the iron flower performance on TV, and the background sound is this poem.

At that time, I felt that it was both poetic and exciting! It's a pity that she only remembers these few sentences.

She put away the pen and handed the paper to the little girl, and said, "Tell the musicians that tonight's performance is from Mr. Yue's high moon. Find these people, memorize this poem, and Miss Shen and I will go back as soon as we go. ”

"Okay, Second Miss." The little girl took the paper, embarrassed by the words she wrote, and after looking at it, she felt that these two young ladies were too amazing, and she knew so many people in this village.

Shen Congwei followed Xie Shurao to the martial arts training ground, and was taken aback by the decoration, she had only seen the scene of the Iron Flower from afar once, and she only felt beautiful at that time.

Looking at the furnace being fired now, people standing next to it are all hot, and I can't help but be a little scared.

The little guy is Mali, who has arrived one step ahead of them, and is explaining the repertoire to the musician.

Xie Shurao patted Shen Congwei's shoulder and smiled at her, "Sister is not afraid, I asked the master, they will fight in the middle of the martial arts training ground, and we only need to perform at the lakeside." ”

"Sister, with your words, my heart is a little better." After listening to Xie Shurao's words, she also felt a little relieved, they were so well prepared, nothing would happen.

It happened that the musicians were there, so Xie Shurao followed Shen Congwei to the music, and moved on the spot, and she felt relieved after doing this.

Looking at the burning furnace, she hesitated for a moment, but still decided to grit her teeth and persevere, after all, you can only catch big fish by putting a long line.

"Sister Shen, you must remember that no matter where there is an iron flower or not, open the umbrella, so the effect is very beautiful."

"Okay, I'm actually looking forward to it."

"I found that your nerves are big enough, and I was still scared just now, but now it's fine."

"It's come to this, let's do it and see."

"This is Sister Shen."

"Let's go, let's go accompany Qingzhi."

"That's right, I asked them to bring the food to the room, and the three of us ate it together."

It's sunset now, tossing for an afternoon, Xie Shurao is also a little hungry, there are silk and bamboos everywhere, people are boiling, and it is estimated that the banquet has already begun.

The three of them sat together again, Zhang Qingzhi's arm was coated with a thick layer of muscle-building cream, which did not affect the activity, and occasionally stinged, but it could be endured.

"Does it hurt when you move?" Xie Shurao handed her a glass of water.

"It's okay, it just started to hurt a little, but now it's better, don't worry so much."

"That's good!"

"She feels guilty now, if you are the wind, she is a tree, and she will move when she hears the wind."

"Why does that sound so weird?"

Zhang Qingzhi and Shen Congwei looked at each other, smiled slightly, and after eating for a while, they were full, watching Xie Shurao feast.

"There are a lot of people tonight, everyone pay attention, Qingzhi is resting in the room, and I'll come back to you after Sister Shen and I are done."

"Okay, okay, haven't you already explained?"

"The people you ordered to come, she also checked for you, and memorized the poems."

"Okay, let's change our clothes!"

Xie Shurao checked her clothes repeatedly, and Zhang Qingzhi was sure that she had not left the room, and she was relieved.

Both of their clothes are a little too big, but fortunately they have belts tightened, Xie Shurao looked at Shen Congwei's long hair and waist, and this coarse clothes couldn't cover her beauty.

"Sister Shen, let your girl come in and give you a haircut."

As she spoke, she first coiled her hair high, tied her head with a ball, and then tied it in a bun with strips of cloth.

"Do you want to coil up like Miss Xie?"

"Try not to let the hair fall out on the outside, it's better to keep it neat."

"Is that okay? Miss? The girl couldn't believe it, after all, Xie Shurao was like this, like a man.

"Listen to my sister's arrangement, there must be her reason."

Xie Shurao didn't explain in front of them, on the one hand, he was afraid that saying it would make Shen Congwei even more scared and worried; On the other hand, I am afraid that I will not be able to perform smoothly.

But she has tried her best to avoid all risks, in the past, when she did fire training, she would actually wear anti-virus (smoke), and long-haired girls would be repeatedly reminded that after wearing anti-gas (smoke) masks, they must tuck their hair into the mask.

Because hair is flammable, it is very dangerous in places where there is fire, and now that I come here, I will put some hair oil on my hair every time I take care of my hair, which makes it even more flammable.

The two changed their clothes, determined their makeup and hair, touched up their makeup, and determined the props, everything was ready, and Xie Shurao's mind was stable.