Bitterness comes and goes, and time comes.

The Futang Opera Troupe resumed business, and it had its own ushering in.

Now that Lou Yunxian has the blessing of righteous deeds, it is the limelight and hot, how can Lou Wenliang not take advantage of the news to make a lot of money.

In the next few days, new plays were staged every day, many people came to visit, and the new stubble and the old stubble sat on the table, and there was no time to go down, and the shoes and socks of the Futang opera troupe were worn out several pairs.

Seeing such benefits, the original bitter and hateful face of the owner of the building team smiled happily after a few days of pouring money, and swept away the obscurity and depression of the past.

Song Siyuan originally wanted to take Yue Guanchao to cheer, but Song Zhencheng and his wife wanted to go to the West to return to work, and she could only obediently accompany her parents these days, tea and family banquets, and visits.

When Foreign Minister Song left, they had free time to visit the Futang Theater.

On this day, the golden veil hung up in the sky, the pavilion was hidden in darkness, Yue Guanchao and Song Siyuan received Lou Yunxian's letter and hurried to the Futang Grand Theater.

As soon as he arrived at the place, the actors had already dispersed, Lou Yunxian washed his makeup, and came out of the backstage with his hair scattered.

She looked at Yue Guanchao, and her face became mysterious:

"You came just in time, and someone took advantage of the effort of sending a flower basket with a letter in it, naming you by name."

"Give it to me?"

Yue Guanchao is unknown.

"Yes, these letters were originally invited by movie fans to sing in the church, and I don't know why the letters to you were sent here."

After Lou Yunxian finished speaking, he took out the letter.

Yue Guanchao opened the envelope and saw that there was a gold-sprinkled invitation with clear ink characters, and the meaning was very clear:

In the middle of the birthday month of the Taijun of the Tang Mansion, he invited the famous Jiaolou Yunxian to sing in the hall, and invited Yue Guanchao and Song Siyuan to be present to talk about the old things.

"This Tang Mansion invited me to the singing hall meeting long before I went to Jinmen, I always knew that Tang Gelin was a flower in the Yanei, so I found a reason to prevaricate in the past."

"He's here again today, isn't it a fight or some crooked idea?"

Lou Yunxian is so angry when she mentions the Tang Mansion now, she is almost ruined, all thanks to the mother and son of the Tang family, how can they have a good face when they are mentioned.

Yue Guanchao had been waiting for news from the Tang Mansion for the past few days, and he looked at Lou Yunxian:

"Don't worry, this is not for you, the old witch has already been angry with me in the past, and she will ask me to come over again to get an idea, probably when the time comes."

"I want to ask, would you like to go to the church?"

"Go, why don't you go."

At this moment, Lou Yunxian's eyes became extremely resolute: "After this experience, I understand that it is always useless to hide, if I don't succeed this time, there will definitely be a follow-up move next time, they dare to invite me to the singing hall, is it possible that I am still afraid that they will not succeed." ”

Lou Wenliang saw that his apprentice was so resolute, and knew that he couldn't persuade her, so he looked at everyone:

"It's true that the letter invited Yun Xian to the singing hall, but it didn't say that the troupe would not come, and I would take the troupe to celebrate my birthday that day, so it would be possible that the Tang Mansion would still be able to blast us out."

"When the time comes, I will also take care of you."

"How?"

The words of the owner of the building, everyone listened to it and kept nodding, and Song Siyuan's eyes lit up:

"I think it's okay, although prevention is better than prevention, don't treat death as if you were living and going to a catastrophe."

"I asked someone to check, the birthday of the old witch of the Zhang family is indeed this month, and the guests who were invited to it that day were not only us, they just wanted to do it and would not choose to celebrate their birthday, most of them just used the banquet to talk about things."

"Then, we have a lot of peace of mind."

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Fengtian, Tangjiazhuang, Tangfu

When Yue Guanchao received the invitation, it was only a few days before the middle of the month, so they calculated the date and set off to Tangjiazhuang with the Futang Opera Troupe.

As soon as I arrived at the archway, I didn't go to the front of the house, the people who came to congratulate the birthday have lined up for several miles, the foreign car sedan horse ant line the stone road, the smiling faces, the sound of birthday celebrations are endless.

The troupe stopped the carriage, and the famous actor walked in front of the house on foot, and the housekeeper saw that the signboard of the Futang opera troupe was coming, and hurriedly raised his voice and sang Shou:

"The Futang Opera Troupe came to congratulate the old lady on her birthday, and presented a fold of "Magu Offering Birthday", wishing the old lady happiness such as the East China Sea and longevity than Nanshan."

Delivering the greeting post and welcoming them into the house, Yue Guanchao and they were led by the old housekeeper through the corridor and into the Tang family opera garden.

In the home of the Gaomen squire, the theater is a must-have field, and the Tang Mansion belongs to the first-class family in Tangjiazhuang, and the theater garden is naturally not unconventional.

This garden is open and bright in all directions, and in front of the townhouse on the north wall is the classical theater building, and the colorful silk tent is set up in the east and west, full of guests, bustling.

Facing the theater building to the south sits from the rain tower, the upper and lower floors are covered by reed mat bead curtains, everywhere can be looked, in the middle of summer, you can pour a water wheel on the building, watch the play and enjoy the shade at the same time.

As soon as they entered the garden, the Futang class was led to the theater to make up and sing, and he and Song Siyuan continued to move forward and stepped on the second floor of the Ziyu Pavilion.

Pear wood tables and chairs, screen incense burners, Zhang is sitting on a cushion, holding glasses and looking at the theater.

The stage corner is babbling tactfully, which makes the opera garden very lively, but Yue Guanchao only thinks that this is a Hongmen banquet.