The carriages and horses hurried slowly, and by the time they arrived at the Summer Palace, it was already noon.

The sun was not in sight, the sky was cold, and the north wind was blowing again.

It's been snowing a few times in a row these days, and before it can melt, it accumulates again.

As far as the eye can see, the Summer Palace is full of white.

The surrounding is heavily guarded, surrounded by lanterns, eunuchs and palace maids go in and out, occasionally concubines and Fujin pass by, who dares to look up and look at them twice, and immediately there are guards who come forward to palm their mouths, and a few people with big ears and fans are dizzy.

"Tut-tut, look at you one by one, I don't know and think that a group of people called Huazi really let the foreigners see it, won't it damage the face of our Qing Dynasty."

An old eunuch with a swarthy old face on his head, obviously with big hands and feet, but with a mouth, he spit out a soft voice, and the listener was very uncomfortable.

There were also guards on the side who carefully checked everyone's outfits and the guys who were eating, and only after confirming that there was no problem did they lead everyone to the front of the big theater in Dehe Garden.

"Listen, you are some small characters today, and a few famous actors have been invited to sing on stage here, and you will honestly stay behind, when those foreign adults will remember, when will they appear again, if you dare to disturb your adults' Yaxing, ten heads are not enough to kill."

is a famous actor, it must be Peking Opera.

The Empress Dowager Xi's penchant for Peking Opera has also created an unprecedented boom in Peking Opera.

Chen Zhuo stood in the middle of the crowd, a little inconspicuous, taking advantage of the gap between the old eunuch's words, his eyes quickly glanced around, and finally left his eyes on the Yile Hall opposite the theater.

Before he came, Xu Sanye specially told him that this Yile Hall is the place where the Queen Mother of the West listens to the opera, and she celebrates festivals every year, but on big days, she always likes to listen to two voices.

Xu is a bit unsightly to see their appearance of frost and snow, and the old eunuch is too lazy to explain, so he has been brought to the building where he is playing.

There are also a few opera troupes in the building, who are dressed up, wearing makeup, eating dried fruits, drinking hot tea, and seeing them squeezed into a group of rivers and lakes, they can't help but feel a little disgusted.

"What's going on? How did you squeeze in a group of people who asked for food, but don't stain the costumes, the gold is expensive. ”

A sentence that is not salty or light will be like a thorn in someone's ear.

How could a few craftsmen who had been holding back the fire for a long time be affected by this nest, and someone immediately replied, "It's really dirty enough." ”

Don't look at Peking Opera is so popular now, but there is a saying in the market that even if you are a pig or a dog, you will never be a play.

Whoever makes a play, the eighteenth generation of ancestors will be laughed at.

This is a cursing around the corner.

"Hey, fuck it!"

With a sharp scolding, a jujube core has been volleyed towards the open-mouthed craftsman.

This hand is eye-catching, and he is still a real martial artist.

The craftsman smiled, his shoulders shook, and the braid at the back of his head was like a long braid volleying out, the long ones were almost touching the ground, black and shiny, with a red rope tied at the tail, and the shot was like electricity.

"Smack!"

I heard a loud sound, and the whip exploded in the air.

The date pits have flown upside down.

Na Wusheng's face changed, and when he saw that the jujube core came according to the door, he fell down after being busy, avoiding the jujube core, and then a carp turned up, and then swept out his legs and pasted it.

The craftsman was a young man, unhurried, his hair trembled, and there was another sound.

Wu Sheng's chest pain had been pumped and he fell out on the spot, and sat on the ground with his buttocks.

suffered a loss and showed his ugliness, Wu Sheng's face instantly turned red, and he got up and was about to shoot again, but he saw that the person who was dressed up in the mirror was slowly hooking his face, and said casually: "Enough!" ”

"Brother Yang......"

Wu Sheng wanted to say more, but he was glanced at by the man, and immediately retreated to the side.

"After fighting for a few points, I forgot my surname in a blink of an eye, Peking Opera has only been popular for a few days, and you want to be a master? They are all fellow brothers, but you are reluctant to give up even a place for others...... You don't have to follow me in the future. ”

The man sat upright, with two rings of hair on the top of his skull, and he didn't look at the ashen Wusheng on the side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's cold, if it's cold, just drink hot tea, and you can do it yourself."

"You are Yang Xiaolou?"

There are also many craftsmen who are from martial arts, or dart masters who are living in the rivers and lakes, and when they hear that this person's surname is Yang, they have seen a different color in their eyes.

Although this person is a play, the foundation of martial arts is thick, and he has gossip, mind, and several boxing techniques, and has absorbed a lot of internal kung fu into the dance posture.

This person turned his face, and a long face was painted white, with a pair of swallow-winged eyebrows and two red phoenix eyes, but he saw Chen Zhuo in the corner with his eyes closed and his spirits raised.

Sweeping the stand-up collar on Chen Zhuo's neck, Yang Xiaolou's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had seen something that surprised him, "Is Your Excellency playing the trick of changing your face?" ”

Chen Zhuo raised his eyelids and said softly: "It's just a trick to walk the rivers and lakes, and it can't compare to your ability to enter the house." ”

Yang Xiaolou smiled faintly and sighed: "Nowadays, it is easy to fight for fame in this world, but it is difficult to enter the house...... Speaking of the unique skill of changing faces, I think of a person. ”

He suddenly changed his words, picked up the teacup on the side, took half a mouthful, and waited until he moistened his throat before swallowing slowly.

"There is a character in the capital who will change his face in the year of Gengzi, and he has made a great name for murder, and there are not many things to say, but others are a lifetime combined, and they may not be able to withstand one thing that person did."

"Rakshasa Ghost!"

Several craftsmen have already told who the person is, with different expressions, some are shocked, some are panicked, and some people sigh and yearn for it.

"I've heard that someone has listed him as the number one assassin today, and it's worth dying with such a name."

Yang Xiaolou glanced at Chen Zhuo twice, and suddenly said in a surprising voice: "Speaking of which, I have seen this master." ”

Several craftsmen immediately came to their senses and pricked up their ears.

Although Chen Zhuo has done several big cases in the capital, it is like a flash of surprise to others. Guy has been in the capital for more than a year, and he has spent most of his time in the Yuanshun Dart Bureau practicing kung fu, and there are few scenes where he appears.

Hearing this person say that he had seen himself, even Chen Zhuo was surprised.

The thoughts in his mind were racing, and he never found a memory related to this Yang Xiaolou.

Yang Xiaolou looked at him and said softly: "Yihai year, Jinmen, gold and silver building......"

As soon as a few words came out, he looked at Chen Zhuo's expression and eyes, and saw that the other party did not react at all, so he continued with disappointment: "At that time, I was performing in Jinmen, not like now, just a little person with little reputation, just happened to bump into that 'Rakshasa ghost' for the full righteousness, ran thousands of miles from Guanzhong to kill, broke into the gold and silver building, killed the disciple of the god hand Ao Qing, and left a stone ...... on the signboard."

Speaking of this in one breath, Yang Xiaolou blew the foam on the tea surface, took another sip of tea, and said without raising his head, "I went back a few days ago to take a look, the stone is still there, and the gold is not good." ”

Chen Zhuo stood in the corner, but there were not too many ups and downs in his heart.

It's like when you grow up, you suddenly look back at yourself and feel like that's it.

But it was another sigh that fell into the ears of others.

"It's a pity for such a character."

"That man is said to have gone south to avoid trouble, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to return in the future."

……

"Difficult? It's not difficult at all, isn't he already back? ”

Yang Xiaolou raised his head, his words were inexplicable, but what he said made everyone startled.

A few craftsmen, you look at me, I look at you, and then look at Chen Zhuo's thin and stumbling appearance, and I couldn't help laughing again.

Chen Zhuo didn't react much, and laughed twice.

After several life and death experiences, how could he be deceived by someone in a few words.

Yang Xiaolou sighed as if he was really dead, "I am indeed a hero, and it was also back then, because of his courage and chivalry, that I have the spirit I have now...... I heard that this person monkey fist is a must, extremely vicious, like a ghost, originally I wanted to visit one or two, but unfortunately failed to do so, when I entered Beijing, it was already after the year of Gengzi. ”

At this time, a young eunuch trotted outside the building, "You haven't dressed up yet?" Hurry up, Lafayette is coming, let me ask which play Yang Ye is singing today? ”

Yang Xiaolou glanced at Chen Zhuo, turned around and wiped his white face.

"Nagasaka Slope!"