Miss Wang, who is a frequent visitor to Changchun Garden, is a latecomer, sitting in a sedan chair made of cloud brocade, embroidered with gold and silver threads, and passers-by feel particularly dazzling at a glance.

Four chubby and thin maids were responsible for carrying the sedan chair and carried it to the gate of Changchun Garden one by one.

When the gatekeeper of Changchun Garden saw Miss Wang's sedan chair, it was like seeing her own parents, her face was full of smiles, and she greeted her attentively: "Miss Wang, why are you here so late today, this scene has been going on for a while."

Miss Wang's white and tender hands lifted the curtain, she was wearing a pink cardigan skirt, with a dazzling pearl hairpin on her head, which could be described as Zhu Cui's full head, shaking a fan in her hand, and said impatiently: "It's these two plays every day, what is there to see, if it weren't for Ying'er and the little yellow bird, I wouldn't be too lazy to come."

"Yes, yes, Changchun Garden's business, as well as our Ying'er and Little Yellow Bird, I want to thank you for your care, Miss Wang."

Changchun Garden is the best drama garden in their area, and it was easily belittled by Miss Wang, but the porter was not annoyed at all, but put a hot face on the cold ass.

Why? Just because Miss Wang gave too much, it was gold with a wave of her hand, who wouldn't dare to catch up and curry favor?

Speaking of this Miss Wang, she is the only daughter of a wealthy local family, and the royal father died of illness due to overwork in the first half of the year, and the Wanguan family property fell on this only daughter who was not out of the cabinet.

But although this Miss Wang lost her mother since she was a child, she grew up under the care of brocade clothes and jade food, and only eat, drink and have fun all day long.

In recent months, she has been fascinated by the two pillars of Changchun Garden, Ying'er and Little Yellow Bird, and lingered in the opera garden all day long.

These two actors stayed all day, and what happened, I'm afraid only Miss Wang herself knows.

Miss Wang's deeds made the people around her feel the importance of having a good baby.

"But, Miss Wang, I can't sing because I have something to do with the little yellow bird today." The porter changed his mind.

Miss Wang glared angrily, "What, didn't you say it earlier? I don't know if you come to my house to inform me, isn't it a waste of my precious time?"

"Ouch, Miss Wang, this is not a waste of your time." The porter hurriedly laughed, "Don't be in a hurry to leave first, the little promise will definitely make your trip worthwhile this time!"

"Oh?" Miss Wang was interested again, "According to what you say, what are some very powerful pillars in your Changchun Garden, men and women? I'll only look at the men, and those goblins will be spared."

"Male, of course male! Don't you know, today, we have a handsome play in Changchun Garden!" The porter has been dealing with Miss Wang for several months, and has already figured out Miss Wang's temper, and of course she is provocative.

"Moreover, the person looks seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and straight, that figure, that look, is simply amazing! However, he is just a temporary worker recruited by Changchun Garden, and he has to leave after singing this scene, Miss Wang, you have to hurry up, there is no such shop after this village." net

"Really? How handsome are you, compared to Ying'er and Little Yellow Bird?" Miss Wang asked curiously.

"A hundred times more handsome than them!" The porter was determined.

"Really?!" These words really succeeded in whetting Miss Wang's appetite.

Who doesn't know that Miss Wang's favorite is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old handsome actor? Although Ying'er and Little Yellow Bird are good, they are both in their teens in the end.

What's more, the porter praised it very much, and said that the other party only sang such a scene, of course Miss Wang had to go in and cheer.

"Then I'll believe you once."

As soon as Miss Wang's words fell, someone immediately hugged Miss Wang to the luxurious box reserved for her to watch the play.

Miss Wang sat down and looked at Hua Luo and Yan Wujian who were playing on stage.

On the stage, Yan Wuji: "I haven't waited for a long time to see the horse noodles, how can you never sleep after the golden furnace incense, are you tireless in reading all night, is it like this in your hometown?" Do you want to become an immortal and achieve the Tao of alchemy alone?"

Hua Luo sang: "Could it be that a good marriage should become a cake, can it be said that husband and wife meet in the next life~"

Yan Wuji: "Say that a good marriage should become a cake, and what a husband and wife meet in the next life, he must have an unforgettable ex-wife's old love~"

Hua Luo turned around: "In order to save Li Lang, I want to die!" I have a hairpin dress in my boudoir, princess, please look at the earrings."

Yan Wuji: "The horse turned out to be a woman, thinking of me with a golden branch and jade leaf body, how can I suffer this bullying? The more I think about it, the more unbearable it becomes, follow my golden palace to face the Holy Monarch~"

The two people wearing costumes of different characters inadvertently turned their heads to look at each other on stage, and coldly bumped into each other's eyes.

The hourglass of time seems to have stopped passing at this moment.

In an instant, the sun and moon retrograde, and the galaxy reversed.

Both saw each other's reflections in their eyes.

The gears of fate are quietly turning.

At this moment, the protagonist who is working the stage to perform the drama is difficult to realize that this glance may be a lifetime, or it may be ten thousand years......

And Miss Wang, who was sitting in the luxurious box and had the best viewing angle, stared at Yan Wuji's handsome face tightly from the moment she sat down.

"The porter doesn't deceive me! There is such a handsome boy in this world, this is much better than the little yellow bird of Ying'er!"

The drama plot on stage continues to push.

Hua Luo: "The princess is angry with thunder, and allows the people to complain about their grievances. The people's daughter's name is Feng Suzhen, she has been married to Li Zhaoting since she was a child, her father and mother dislike the poor and love the rich, and framed Li Lang in prison. Third Sister Wang has been guarding the cold kiln for 18 years, Liu Cuiping has spent 16 springs, and there are also Yingtai girls in the former dynasty, who love Liang Sheng for the rest of her life."

"This is all because parents dislike poverty and love wealth, and daughters are not ungrateful, although I am not as good as the virtuous women of the previous dynasty, I don't care about life and death to save my husband! The princess is also a boudoir, don't you miss Suzhen to save her husband?"

Hua Luo finished singing in one breath, and Yan Wujian hurriedly searched for the lines in his head, which seemed to be ......

He then sang: "I admire you for saving your husband wholeheartedly, you should never enter the palace to mistake me for life~"

Yan Wujian had just finished singing this sentence, and Miss Wang couldn't hold back the surging emotions in her heart, picked up the fruit on the table, and threw it towards Yan Wujian no matter what it was.

The apple crossed a parabola in the air, and Yan Wujian only felt that something flew towards him in front of him.

Seeing that he was about to smash his face, Yan Wujian raised his hand and took this thing.

If you look closely, it's an apple.

What's the situation?

Yan Wujian was dressed as a Hua Dan, holding an apple in his hand, standing in place at a loss.

Hua Luo looked over at the box where the apple had been thrown, only to see that the box was opened by a maid in an emerald green shirt.

A woman with a fairly delicate face, a fan in her hand, a gorgeous brocade, and a beaded hair walked out.

Seeing this woman, the class leader immediately came out of the backstage: "Yo, it's Miss Wang! What kind of wind blew you here, and the play hasn't finished yet, I wonder if you came out ......?"

Miss Wang raised her head to stop the class master's chatter, she only had Yan Wujian alone in her eyes, and walked straight towards Yan Wujian, standing closest to the platform, and looking at Yan Wujian from afar.

She showed a pleasant smile and shouted at Yan Wuji, "Hey! Brother Jun on the stage, although I have just arrived, why do I have a little problem listening to the tune you sing, and seven or eight out of ten sentences have been changed by you? I've heard this female champion dozens of times before, and I'm very familiar with it!"

"Yes, the words and tunes sung by Danjiao are really not right, and I can hear it......

Miss Wang's remarks aroused everyone's agreement, and it was clear that the first ones were aware of the problem.

There was nothing wrong with Hua Luo, but Yan Wuxian is a person who is now learning and selling, how can there be no mistakes?

Anyone who knows a little drama can hear that something is wrong.

"Uh, I'm ......" Yan Wujian scratched his head, a little embarrassed, the first time he sang it, it was already the limit to be able to sing like this.

Unlike Blossom, you can see that it must have been before

What can he do if he has learned?

Hua Luo saw that everyone was talking about Yan Wuji's mistakes in the lyrics and tunes just now, and was thinking about saying something to help Yan Wujian solve the siege.

Before she could speak, Miss Wang shook the fan in her hand, and suddenly changed her attitude, "Brother Jun, I see, if you can't sing, don't sing."

"Really?!" There was a bit of hope in Yan Wuji's eyes, and there was even a feeling of relief, as if he had been pardoned.

Looking at the class owner's flattery and flattery to Miss Wang, as well as what Miss Wang was wearing, Yan Wuqian guessed that Miss Wang was afraid that Miss Wang was the big financier of Changchun Garden.

If she doesn't sing, the class owner must have no reason to stop it.

In this way, it can be regarded as him and Hua Luo have completed the task, and the class owner's request is to pay them as long as they don't mess up.

In this way, they also get paid.

However, Miss Wang was obviously not so kind to let him go directly.

"If you don't sing, then pick up the performances you're good at and show them to the big guys, even if it's to make amends to the big guys."

"What! Me?" Yan Wuqian looked embarrassed.

Miss Wang raised her eyebrows, "You handsome brother, you can't sing plays, there will always be two small songs, right?"

Miss Wang's words caused a burst of echoes, and the female spectators in the audience originally thought that Yan Wujian had a good voice, if she sang a small song, without those strange tunes, it would definitely be an auditory feast, and it was not much better than the stumbling and lame lyrics that Yan Wujian sang.

The head of the class watched the changes on the side, not daring to squeak, mainly because Miss Wang usually gave too much, and it was okay to make this one happy.

"Sing a little song! Sing a little tune!" The people below have already clapped in unison, and Hua Luo, who was originally the protagonist, has become a marginal character.

Although Hua Luo is also very beautiful, and even sings much better than Yan Wuji, the Kingdom of the Apocalypse is a magical country with 100 million more women than men.

This is Kunzhou, women are Kun, men are dry, from the name, you know how imbalanced the ratio of men and women is here.

Moreover, there are as many beauties in the Apocalypse Country as the clouds in the sky, and beautiful men are even rarer.

"Okay, okay." Seeing that the big guys were all coaxing, Yan Wujian had to agree, not to mention that for him, singing a small song is indeed much easier than singing.

"Then I'll perform a song and dance to make amends to everyone, Xiaosheng has just arrived, and he was a little nervous on stage for the first time, this play is really not good to sing, please forgive me!" Yan Wuqian coped with the scene, and his mind was full of thoughts about completing the task and receiving the reward.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Miss Wang's eyes were even more excited, "Then I don't know what little song you want to sing."

"Pipa Xing!" Yan replied confidently.

Miss Wang made a gesture of please, turned around and went back to the box surrounded by the maids.

The class owner beckoned to Hua Luo on the stage, and Hua Luo consciously retreated to the class master's side, leaving the stage to Yan Wujian alone, holding hands and watching.

Why didn't she know that Yan Wujian could sing and dance? It seems that there are a lot of unknown places where Yan Wujian is unknown.

Yan Wujian took off the heavy drama crown on his head and took off the opera robe, he was wearing good clothes inside, missing a wide opera robe, and his shoulder-wide, narrow-waisted and long-legged figure was immediately highlighted, and the female spectators were again, and they were all about to laugh.

Immediately, he took the sword used in the opera performance, and sang and danced.

"Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn, the host dismounts the guest in the ...... boat"

「…… Don't be sad and secretly hateful, at this time silence is better than sound, better than sound, the silver bottle bursts through the water slurry, and the iron rider highlights the sound of swords and spears, and the sound of swords and spears."

「…… At the end of the song, be careful to draw, the four strings sound like a cracked silk, like a cracked silk~"

The sword dance movements in Yan Wuji's hand became faster and faster, until the climax, and the realm reached its peak.

"The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings are cut like whispers, such as whispers~ noisy and cut miscellaneous, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate, and the jade plate ~~"

The singing voice is really like a mellow jade bead, rolling down from Yan Wuji's singing voice one by one.

While the lyrics of the climax were sung, Yan Wujian quickly turned three times in place and did it again

A high leg movement, the oil paint on the face was stained by sweat and faded a little, and the whole difficult action was done in one go, and he didn't even shake his body, which shows that he is extremely proficient in this dance.

"Ahhhh

When Yan Wujian raised his legs high, the female spectators stood up from their seats in a swarm of excitement, and the groundhog screamed.