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Chapter 122: The Great Qing Fu (I)

At this time, on the stage downstairs, a young girl is singing the Beijing rhyme drum, the drama is obviously newly written, talking about the death of Cao Cao, although the singing skills are slightly immature, but the drama is very well written, and the old men in the audience are shaking their heads, without the slightest dissatisfaction.

When the little girl sang the drama to Cao Cao's tomb, there was a small commotion in the lobby below. Xu Changqing opened his eyes, looked down, and saw an elderly man slowly walking into Guanghe Building with the support of a young man. Although the old man's face was thin and his expression was sluggish, his eyes were bright, as if he could see through everything in the world, and although his body was already rickety, his steps were still steady, and he could see that he had been in the army when he was young.

After the old man came in, all the big and small stewards in the Guanghe building suddenly came out, stepped forward to greet him, and the old theater fans sitting in the lobby also seemed to know the old man, and 6 continued to get up and salute. Surrounded by a group of people, the old man walked to a well-arranged lobby tea house at the corner of the lobby, the mahogany chair was covered with a layer of soft velvet cushions, the plates and saucers on the table were all antique jade, an old experienced tea master had already sat at the table, carefully brewing tea for the old man, and the boss of Guanghe Building shouted loudly to ask the famous society to play with the company.

Xu Changqing seemed to know the old man who was surrounded by everyone, with a rather mysterious smile on his face, and then stopped the young man who ran by the door of the private room, took out a very broken iron plate from his sleeve, and handed it to the young man together with two taels of silver, asking him to hand the iron plate to the old man. The guy hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of money, quickly stuffed two taels of silver into his arms, and walked downstairs towards the old man with an iron card.

"You old, what kind of play do you want to listen to today? The boss of Guanghe Building smiled flatteringly, lowered his head, hunched his waist, and looked like a full slave, and said.

"There's no need to deliberately arrange, just let them pick and choose their own plays, casual scenes are sometimes much better than excerpts. The old man took a sip of tea, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes slightly, and the young man behind him gently fanned him, and then he waved his hand to the people around him, and said, "Everyone is scattered! ”

"Okay, you listen to the play slowly!" The people around him also knew the old man's temper, and turned to leave, while the boss of Guanghe Building ordered a few clever lobby stewards to wait beside him, and followed the small steps to the backstage, asking the backstage to prepare the old man's favorite Dingjun Mountain.

Seeing the boss leaving, the young man next to the chair instructed a few stewards around him to step back a little, but said to the old man with a smile: "Old man, it seems that this person is going to prepare for Dingjun Mountain backstage, Sanbao is a little puzzled, why is he so sure that you like the play Dingjun Mountain?"

"Some people just like to be so self-righteous and guess others, thinking that the young love to see the golden plum, and the old love to look at Dingjun Mountain. The old man showed a sneer of disdain on his face, and then he saw that something seemed to be going on not far away, nodded towards it, turned his head and ordered, "Sanbao, go see what's going on?"

"Yes. The young man walked towards the front, and then he heard the hall steward teaching a fellow, "Can you see the boss as a cat or a dog like you?

When the young man saw the frightened man, he couldn't help but think of his previous experience, and a kind of resonance felt in his heart, so he stood behind the steward in the lobby and sneered: "I really want to know what rules you have set for our old man, and what kind of people do you need to meet our old man?"

Hearing the sudden voice behind him, the hall steward was startled, quickly turned around, and said with a smile on his face: "Young Master Sanbao, look at what you said, how dare a person of my status set any rules for the old man?"

"In the future, talk a little bit of your mind, don't think of anything, just say anything!" the young man gave him a cold look, turned to the young man, and asked, "What do you want to see my lord?"

"Someone asked me to give this iron plate to the old man. The young man with his head down was cursing Xu Changqing in his heart, complaining that he had caused him to be scolded for no reason, and when he heard the young man's question, he immediately handed the iron card in his hand to the young man honestly.

The young man took the iron plate and looked at it with a little puzzlement, there was nothing special now, but the words "Wujing Layman" were engraved on the side of the iron plate. For the title of Wujing layman, young people still know very well that it is a self-deprecating nickname given by the old man in the family when his career was frustrated in his early years. So, he told the young man not to go away, then turned and took the iron plate, walked to the old man, told him what had happened, and handed the old man the iron card.

At first, the old man did not see the appearance of the iron plate, but when he put on his Western eyes and looked at it carefully, his face showed a trace of surprise, and then he stood up suddenly, and walked quickly to the young man, regardless of the support of the young man, and asked urgently, "Where is the person who gave you the iron card?"

The fellow was obviously frightened by the old man's posture, and he didn't think of how to answer for a while, until the old man asked impatiently for the second time, and then he said, "Back to your old words, the master who gave me the iron plate is in the laurel private room upstairs." ”

"Give him a hundred taels! The old man commanded the steward next to him, then turned to the young man and said, "Help me up." ”

Seeing that the old man had become so abnormal, the young man couldn't help but feel very curious about the person who handed the iron card, and he supported the old man with both hands, walked upstairs quickly, and came to the outside of the laurel private room. At this time, the door was open, and when I looked inside, I saw a businessman who ran a single gang sitting in the room, judging from his size and momentum, he must be a practitioner, and the old man saw the person sitting inside, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes couldn't help flashing a trace of disappointment and regret.

Xu Changqing had already guessed the old man's reaction, so he smiled and said, "Doesn't the old man know me, an old peach blossom man?"

Hearing Xu Changqing's words, the old man was even more puzzled, slowly walked into the house, sat opposite Xu Changqing, frowned and said, "Peach Blossom Old Man? The old man does have a student who is Peach Blossom Old Man, but ...... it."