Since Xiao Jiu left, the Drum Tower has really changed. This is a dream of the Chen class master, and there are many colors in every square inch, and there are all kinds of people in and out of the world. If it weren't for the lack of money in his hands back then, Chen Banzhu originally planned to open this building in Shengjing.

The location of the Drum Tower is good, the platform is big, it is said to be in Changtu Mansion, in Fengtian Province, it is a very famous place. The other artists in Changtu Mansion are very eye-catching, and some have discussed with the Chen class master to perform two performances on the stage of the Drum Tower, and the price is not low. But what kind of heart is the head of the Chen class? This is the garden of Peking Opera, which is connected to the opera troupe, Peking Opera has caught up with the good years, he can be so tough - no! Neither!

But now standing on the stage is an artist of ancient color tricks. With a shake and a ride, the blanket came out, knowing that everything was hidden under his coat, but the eyes were round, and he couldn't find out where the craftsman's door was. Full house!

In the past, Huzi must have sat in the audience and applauded, but today he has no such thoughts. I don't know how Nalan Lang's subordinates and Chen Banzhu discussed, this morning when Huzi rushed to the Drum Tower as agreed, Chen Squad Master directly threw him a set of clothes that almost fitted, and made him a small piece of clothing in the Drum Tower.

Huzi asked, and Chen Banzhu replied with a wry smile: "I can't afford to provoke the government, and I can't afford to provoke you." Find me on the head, even if I'm unlucky. I know the rules, and I won't talk nonsense about anything, I just ask you to raise your noble hands and take pity on my little business. ”

Huzi knew that Class Master Chen had misunderstood something, but he couldn't explain it yet. What he is doing now is a head-killing deed, even if it is explained, will Class Master Chen believe it? He felt that Chen Banzhu might not have guessed that he was doing something for the revolutionary party, but he must have guessed the danger, and he was in a hurry to explain his words, and by the way, he put aside the relationship.

In this matter, Huzi can understand the suffering of Chen Banzhu very well. After all, there are some things that can be dragged into the water without a good relationship. Although this matter was not Hu Zi's responsibility, and he didn't even know that it was in this opera drum tower the night before, Hu Zi still felt that he owed something to Chen Ban Master.

In fact, he has a choice in this matter. On the spur of the moment, he wrote down the deed of sale, and spent a hundred taels of silver given by Nalan Lang, which is not a small amount, but the ghost family is not unable to take it out. gritted his teeth and tore his face, returned the two hundred taels of silver, and pretended that this incident had not happened, but it was not impossible.

But he discussed with Mr. Peng and his uncle Li Lintang, and still felt that this matter could not be done. To put it more highly, this is for the sake of national righteousness. To put it mildly, if the revolutionary party could really drive away the foreign devils, they would have a better life on their own.

Although foreigners are not uncommon in today's Great Qing Dynasty, except for Lao Maozi, who was stationed in the army last year, and the Japanese who are now guarding the grain depot at the station, there are not a few people in Changtu Mansion. What's more, the Frenchman who came here is said to be a big industrialist. This time, I not only came to sell goods, but also to investigate the geography to see if we could set up a factory.

An Zhifu is very concerned about this matter. Now that there is a station in Changtufu, if there are any foreigners who build factories here, then his performance must be very beautiful. It's not that there is much tax that can be collected, according to various treaties, foreigners do not need to pay too much tax to build factories in the Qing Dynasty. But now, the imperial court is close to foreigners, and what foreigners say is what they say. As an official, you have to listen to the Queen Mother Lafayette and the emperor, but don't Lafayette and the emperor also listen to foreigners? Galeries Lafayette, who fled a few years ago, returned to the Forbidden City, opened the curtains, and summoned envoys from various countries. What did her old man say and do, these officials did it, otherwise how could she keep the black gauze hat on her head?

The Governor of An not only arranged a tea and dinner residence for this wealthy businessman, but also arranged many interesting programs in the past two days while accompanying the geographical survey. Today's opera drum tower is a stop arranged in advance by the Governor's Mansion, and even what programs will be performed today are all set by the Governor's Mansion himself.

Huzi came and went from one café to another, and it seemed that he was really a little handyman. Mr. Peng sat in the front row of the lobby, seemingly watching the performance on stage, but in fact he was brushing the tiger with residual light. Although this matter should have been done, there is no need to give up your life. Mr. Peng was also afraid of any accidents, so he came with him to take care of him.

Huzi didn't look at Mr. Peng more, holding a teapot and a towel back and forth, all with his head down—he was afraid that someone would recognize him. Although Li Lintang finished painting his makeup, he didn't know himself in the mirror, but he used to be a frequent visitor to the Drum Tower, and some people who often came to listen to the opera couldn't guarantee that they could recognize his face. And now all the towns and villages all know the name of "Mr. Xiao Peng". It's just that this evil thing doesn't happen often, and there are few people who invite him, so most of them have heard of this name and don't know this face. But after all, there is a risk, and he can't help but be less careful.

The gongs and drums were beaten, and the trick got off the stage, and a dancer with water sleeves came out and won the full house. In the final analysis, today's drama is all for the Frenchman. Get some singing segments out, ask for a copper hammer to face the stage, what to sing that foreigner may not understand, it is better to make something beautiful, he can also understand.

The dancing sleeves are out, and the time is almost the same. After nodding slightly to Mr. Peng, Huzi went up to the second floor with a teapot.

"Mr. Charles, this is our country's Peking opera," An Zhifu leaned over slightly and introduced to this bearded foreigner, "Don't look at the charming woman on the stage, in fact, she is a man inside!" It's called anti-string, and if you think you come to France, you can't see such a performance, right? ”

An Xien polished the words of An Zhifu and translated them to this foreigner named Shire. The foreigner spread his hands: "Actually...... You don't have to do that, in Chinese, it's simple, I can say a little bit. ”

Huzi heard it really outside the door, and there should be An Zhifu and An Jien inside, plus the foreigner who wanted to connect.

He hesitated a little, and the notes in his palms were crumpled by him, afraid that it would not be long before he would be soaked with sweat in his palms. The first two joints, delivering letters from the outside to the inside, although it was the same as being a thief, was still safe. But this time, he wants to give things out under the noses of Governor An and Miss An, needless to say, the danger is needless to say.

When it came to the end, he couldn't help but regret it. Huzi took a deep breath, calmed his complexion, and knocked lightly.

"What's the matter?" Ann's voice.

When Huzi knew that An Xien was translating for this foreigner, he actually had a sudden break in his heart. The time is not short, and An Zhifu may not be able to remember his face clearly, not to mention that Huzi is the age of his long body, his appearance has changed greatly, and his uncle has painted makeup, nine times out of ten, he will not recognize it. Even if you recognize it, what can you do? Don't you want Huzi to find a job to make a living? But An Jien is different, at Huzi's wedding a month ago, the two of them had met. Although he is wearing makeup, he should still be able to recognize his body and voice, and if he is pierced, he will be killed.

But Nalan Lang relieved him. According to his words, it is possible to go wrong wherever the danger is, but in Ann's case, there can be no mistakes. He told Huzi to do it boldly, saying that even if An Jien recognized Huzi, he would never poke it in front of An Zhifu.

Nalan Lang made such a package ticket, so he couldn't help but believe it. Pull out the radish and bring out the mud, if Huzi suffers, Nalan Lang should not think about it. Seeing that Nalan Lang wrapped himself so tightly, and didn't even personally take a look at this foreigner, he cherished himself very much, and he would inevitably leave some leeway in doing things. But this can't help but make Huzi not think much, could it be...... Is this Miss An also a member of the group?

"Everyone, add tea." Huzi pressed his throat and replied.

"Come in." An Zhifu answered inside.

Pushing the door in, Huzi was stunned. There are not three people, but four people! In front of the left is the Governor's Mansion, and on the right is a bearded foreigner, needless to say, he is Charles. Ann sat a little back to the right of Charles, so she could speak to him. But there was still a man sitting next to An Jien, and he didn't look back, and Huzi didn't know who it was, so he could only secretly sweat and pray not to grow branches.

Come forward and fill the cup with water from the back of the café, this is the rule, in order not to block the eyes of the people watching the play. From left to right, first fill the tea cup of Anzhifu, and then go to add tea to the foreigner. When he added tea, he blocked it with his body, and quietly stuffed the note into the coat pocket that the foreigner put on the back of the chair, and it was done.

Huzi breathed a long sigh of relief, this can be regarded as a thrill. But it's not over yet, it's nothing here, and this thing will only be done if An Xien doesn't recognize him, or if An Xien doesn't poke him.

Add tea to Ann and the man. This time, Huzi saw the man's face clearly. Nalan Bowei, the eldest son of the Duke of Bong'en Fuguo, and the fiancé of An Jien's bereo. Huzi recognized the man, and An Jien also recognized Huzi. Although it was strange, after looking at Huzi, he turned his eyes to the stage again and didn't ask a word.

With such a pair of eyes, Huzi was scared out of a cold sweat, but at this time, he also put his heart back in his stomach. Nalan Lang was right, Anjoen might really be their man.

The tea was all added, and Huzi bowed his head and bowed his head: "Ladies and gentlemen, the little one will retire first, and you can say hello if you have something." ”

After speaking, he retreated and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Nalan Bowei: "Wait, boy, I see you...... Why is it so familiar? ”

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