As soon as the morning dawned, the corpses of people on the street were dragged away one after another, and there was the sound of splashing water and washing away the blood.

Such a big movement frightened the merchants and people in the city to dawn and the sun shone directly on the earth, so they dared to go out to visit.

What I saw was that the blood on the bluestone slabs on the street had not been washed away, and the bloody smell was still permeating the ears and nose.

In the abode of the Son of Heaven.

Several ministers and Si Tian Jian Zheng Tao Xian stood at the front, followed by several generals, meeting the emperor together.

The emperor had already gotten up and sat behind the table, draped in a dragon robe while writing in a hurry, while asking about the specific situation of last night.

"Your Majesty! All the rebels have been cleared. One of the generals shouted.

"All the thieves who rebelled against their subordinates have also been taken. "This is the Wuyi Division, and those officials who plotted rebellion were all captured by them.

The old emperor experienced many rebellions in his life, including his own brothers, as well as his sons and generals.

At this moment, the emperor's face looked unfazed, neither angry nor surprised.

Born in the royal family, this kind of thing is inevitable.

After finishing the matter, the Son of Heaven finally remembered something and opened his mouth to relieve the oppressive atmosphere.

"I just heard Huang An say that a small official in the city had to meet the Empty Dust Daojun, and he couldn't write a good script. ”

"The Empty Dust Daojun turned into heaven and earth with a glass of wine, and it fell into the cup and entered another world, allowing him to truly see and experience a story. ”

"The world in the cup is a hundred days, and it is only a moment to wake up. ”

"I heard it's a story from heaven?" asked the Son of Heaven about the eunuch who was hunched over in the corner.

The eunuch immediately stepped forward: "That's right, it is said that this story may be the story of a person named Dong Yong who met an immortal in ancient times, and it is a legend of immortals who really existed. ”

The concubine beside her also said: "The concubine also heard that it is a story about the love between a god and a mortal, and it was originally going to be sung in the city today." ”

"It was only postponed because the city had decreed that all drinking and pleasure was forbidden. ”

The Emperor nodded: "Why bother!"

"A little mess can't shake my big week. ”

"The world! It's still the world of my Great Zhou!"

"Let Yanding Mansion Yin relieve this ban, everyone should do whatever they want, make a prosperous Yanding Mansion like a pool of stagnant water. ”

"It just so happens that I also went to see the story of this immortal!

The eunuch said respectfully: "Your Majesty, rest assured!

The emperor raised his hand: "Don't disturb the people, just arrange a place for me and a few Aiqing, and it can be regarded as having fun with the people." ”

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So much has happened in yesterday.

First, there was a battle between immortals and demons, which turned a mountain outside the city into ruins and ravines, and the shocking and terrifying picture made the people who saw that scene not come back to their senses.

At night, there was another great chaos in the city, with the rebels and the guards fighting, and the voices of arresting the rebels and shouting for killing were everywhere.

The people in the city are panicked, and they urgently need to wash away the gloom and panic in their hearts.

At this time, the ban in the city was also lifted, and the Wu family opera troupe and the plum garden preached for many days, and the long-awaited opera "Tianxian Pei" was launched on stage.

Yu Shiguang was in the plum garden, supporting his mother to sit down on the table closest to the front of the stage.

The poor little servant finally changed out of the white-washed robe, put on a new dress, and bought a set for his mother, and appeared in front of people in bright clothes.

"Yu Shubag, you're really famous this time!" An acquaintance shouted with Yu Shiguang.

"Luck!" Yu Shiguang bowed.

The eldest lady of the Yu family smiled and said when she met people.

"My son wrote the play!"

"My son wrote it!"

Today, the plum garden is full as always, all the tickets are sold out, and it is difficult to find a lot of money.

The people who came were all figures with heads and faces, even dignitaries, and many young women followed, all of them were placed behind the screen on the right side, and only the words of Qianying and Yingying Yanyan could be seen.

The upstairs pavilion is guarded everywhere and is heavily guarded.

As soon as the gong sounded, the curtain opened, and a handsome young man immediately appeared on the stage, crying in front of the grave wearing linen and filial piety.

This is the role of playing Dong Yong.

Starting from Dong Yong's sale to bury his father, his actions moved the heavenly immortals, and a story about the love of immortals was told.

The fairy queen descends to earth, and the land gods help each other.

Immortals and mortals, who obviously have different identities by nature, tie the knot under the locust tree.

The appearance of mortal beings, Dong Yong's truth and sincerity, and the beauty and goodness of Xianji.

Seeing that the people in the audience were infatuated, following the life in the play and drifting into the distance, as if they were no longer offstage, but on the stage.

100 days of affection, Lang love concubine.

But nothing can withstand the providence of heaven, and it can't withstand the ravine between immortals and mortals.

Xian Ji had no choice but to fly away, and Dong Yong broke his liver and intestines under the locust tree.

The audience shook their heads and sighed, and the women behind the screen heard the sound of sobbing.

Until the end, Yu Shiguang also wrote the poem that the immortal said in front of him at that time.

"In heaven I would like to be a winged bird, and on earth I would like to be a branch. ”

"The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred is endless. ”

The atmosphere of the whole plum garden reached its climax, and the audience hid their faces and wept as they read this poem, or clapped their hands and sighed, and sat in their seats and refused to leave.

Even if the stage has ended, everyone is gone.

Singing on stage, hundreds of people off the stage are like life.

Everyone has a different interpretation of the opera staged on stage, some people see love, some people see truth, goodness and beauty, some people see the difference between immortals and mortals, and some people see the helplessness of God's will.

The second floor is opposite the stage.

The concubine beside the emperor was crying and her eyes were red.

"The days are long and the days are endless, this hatred is endless, and this story is too bleak. ”

"Why doesn't there always end well? Even the heavenly fairy queen. ”

The old emperor closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, as if he had learned something from this story.

In his opinion, this story is like a fairy specially told to himself, the answer and the ending that he has come all the way to seek.

"Immortals and mortals!"

"It turns out that even the immortals in the sky have to be bound by the rules of heaven, and there are things that they can't ask for. ”

"Maybe since ancient times, the Son of Heaven has not been immortal, and he can't find immortals, that's why he can!"

"Beauty! Immortal!"

"It's really like a fish and a bear's paw, you can't have both!"

The old emperor looked at the purple-clothed Taoist on the side: "Tao Aiqing, do you say that the immortal wants to tell me this?"

Tao Xian seemed to think of the past again, the thousand-year-old wind, frost, rain and snow of the Daomen, and the faces one after another.

The words were full of helplessness and embarrassment.

"Even if the immortals have the ability to change the heavens and the earth, they can't fill this gap of desire, and they can't help this person's heart like a demon. ”

The emperor completely extinguished the idea of seeking immortality and immortality, and had the idea of returning to Beijing.

"Let's go back!"

"Back to Beijing!"

When the emperor left, the people in the audience frantically threw money on it and shouted at the actors who played Dong Yong and Xianji.

And Yu Shiguang was also among them, following the people of the troupe on stage to thank him.

A "Tianxian Pei" made Yu Shiguang famous overnight.

With the singing and performance of this opera, its reputation spread to the world, and he became a famous opera writer in Gyeonggi.

With the first success and a flash of inspiration as if he had been enlightened by an immortal, Yu Shiguang later wrote a lot of classic plays.

Among them, there are those who talk about love, those who use the past to satirize the present, and those who describe all beings.

Years later, he became a master of a generation.

As he thought, he followed these scripts in the annals of history and passed down through the ages.