But it was said that Miaoxiang and the three children reunited in the Land Temple, quit drunkenness, and Qiu Xiang was bright red. Several people were relatively silent, watching the shadows of the trees gradually deviate in the moonlight. Qu Jie opened his mouth to break the silence: "How are you going to set off to the market, it is obviously impossible to go to the market alone, if you don't mind, we can be together." Miaoxiang smiled: "Naturally, I can't ask for it, but now that the official office and the man in black have our portraits, and their whereabouts are also in their hands, I'm afraid it will be difficult for this trip to go smoothly." "It's okay," Qu Drunk smiled slightly: "The mountain people have their own clever plans, you wait and see, we will reason tomorrow." ”

On the second day, the wind blew through the leaves, and the Land Temple ushered in the early morning birdsong and fluttering clothes and skirts.

One person is very popular and walks into the Land Temple, "My name is Yashan, these 60 people are all my artists and musicians, and I am also my senior brother who quits drunk." The man named Yashan introduced himself to Myoka with a smile. "The next road we have to walk together, we are specially designed for the royal nobles, with the secret order of the Holy Lord, everywhere is unimpeded, no one dares to embarrass each other, and there are many people in the group, both old and weak, just dress up a little, hide your whereabouts, and no one will find out. ”

"It's so good, annoying junior brother. "Quit drunkenness.

This side of Xiang Yashan went out of the door, called two people, these two people were not long in hand with rouge cake powder and Miaoxiang and Guansong and others to draw eyebrows and powder, Miaoxiang added a big mole between her eyebrows, the corners of her eyes and forehead with brown white added so many wrinkles, on the head of a white net wrapped in the old Dan's head, tied with blue calico silk, an old woman standing alive in front of her, and Miaoxiang changed into a green clothes, standing in three or four white-haired old women in green clothes did not show the slightest abruptness.

Guansong, Guanfeng and Qingfeng wear children's hair and tea clothes, and they can mix together with the children in the group.

Time is very fast, and there are many carriages in the group, Miaoxiang still sits in the car with Guansong and several old women, followed by a few people who quit drunkenness Qiuyue and Guanfeng Qingfeng.

The group traveled along a winding path through the woods. There are also birdsong and insects singing. Lift the curtain on the carriage and look at the light and shadow outside, the green leaves glittering in the sun. Everything is so beautiful and peaceful, where is the life-and-death escape of the previous few days, heart-rending wounds.

There is only calm, only the sound of the wheels rolling, only a beautiful vision of tomorrow.

Yashan rode on a horse, with a slender nose, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a beautiful lip with a hint of smile, which was very beautiful.

"Long and short, who cares about people leaving hatred; Once spring came, a flower faded, how did I get my eyebrow marks. ”

The melody is elegant and chic, and the words are clear and mellow. The sound of words rings in people's ears and is imprinted on people's hearts. It's very nice.

"Long and short, who cares about people leaving hatred; Once spring came, a flower faded, how did I get my eyebrow marks. “

But it was the chorus of a group of boys, loud and loud in the distance, startling the birds in the forest fluttering and forming patches.

"Long and short, who cares about people leaving hatred; Once spring came, a flower faded, how did I get my eyebrow marks. “

Yingying Yanyan is not very delicate, this singing is affectionate, tactful and affectionate.

With this time, the thoughts were gone, and the sudden real leisure allowed Miaoxiang to accurately perceive the beauty of life. As long as the little master is sent to Master Ji's master, everything will be fine.

I don't know how long the convoy has been walking.

In the middle of the night, the carriage stopped in front of a theater. The theater was in a dilapidated state, and the red paint on the doors had almost peeled off, revealing the wood inside. Only the two big red lanterns in front of the door are still shining, informing them of the presence of people.

Yashan dismounted and buckled the brass ring on the door.

Long.

The door creaked open, and a crumpled face peeked out of it.

"I am the head of the Flying Dragon Troupe, Taichang Temple Qing Yashan, I am ordered to enjoy the play, and I will sing two performances for General Li here the day after tomorrow. ”

The old man laughed, abruptly and at a loss.

Half a sound, the old man rubbed his hands and lowered his head: "My lord, please come in, this opera garden has not been useful except for the New Year's Festival, and there are occasional birthday wishes, so it is a little dilapidated, the little old man has been cleaned inside and out in the past few days, just waiting for the adults to come." If you feel that you are not satisfied, you can always explain it to the little old man. ”

Yashan smiled slightly, "Okay, you go down." We'll get ready to rest, and you'll come home again tomorrow." ”

The conditions are very ugly.

But this group of people is obviously used to it, the big guy removed the clothes box from the carriage, put up bunks in the dressing room, the stands, and the wings, and hurriedly fell asleep after greeting Miaoxiang and the others. Miaoxiang and Guansong slept on the edge of the stands.

The journey was tiring, bumpy and hard, and Miao Xiang fell asleep after a short time.

I don't know when, Xu was too tired, and Miaoxiang woke up several times from her dream.

After repeating it several times, Miaoxiang no longer felt sleepy, remembered the sound and smile of the chili pepper, and then looked at her difficult situation. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Bang," there was a stumbling sound from the right side of the stands.

Xu was frightened by Miaoxiang's sigh. Miaoxiang snorted alertly: "Who." ”

The voice did not answer, but only the sound of footsteps was heard on the plank, descending the stands, and disappearing to the ground.

Miaoxiang heard that the sound was already far away, or it was a passerby, but she didn't care, and she didn't take it to heart, so she closed her eyes, and after a while, she also fell asleep.

But it was said that the man hurriedly ran from the stands, and walked into an unmanned dressing room in the theater, and eagerly changed his black clothes, but it was a woman in white, with a delicate face, and between looking forward to it, there was a special look, and the woman changed her clothes, but she took a break of silk cloth from her clothes, wrapped herself deeply, and leaned on the chaise longue, but she slept with her head on it, and made a snoring sound after a while.

On the second day, the sky was not yet completely white, but the people in the theater had already risen one after another, Qiuyue got up in a hurry, pulled the crown pine crown peak breeze and hurriedly washed his face, found Yashan to make up for the makeup, and volunteered to cook porridge and make side dishes for the people of the whole troupe.

A busy meal, not for the time being.

But I heard a lot of noise outside.

"It's not good, it's dead. Somehow, the white lady hanged herself in the dressing room. ”

Ladies and gentlemen, who do you think this white lady is?

It was the Phantom of the Pear Garden last night.

Miao Xiang didn't go to join in the fun. He led Guansong to set up side dishes on the table under the stands, served white porridge one by one, and beckoned them to eat breakfast. Yashan reported to the official, drinking porridge with a stuffy head, I don't know why, why did this white lady commit suicide when she was so good? !