"The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings * flowers across the river. ”

When the singer finished singing the last line, the applause fell.

Song Xianting leaned back slowly, his eyes were still closed, his fingers shook slightly, and he clicked on the armrest, as if he was still immersed in the beautiful drama and dance before.

Suddenly, the door of the theater was pushed open again, and the long wind poured in instantly.

Some people are still on the rise, and they are disturbed by this strong wind, and they can't help but turn around and scold.

"......"

As soon as the words came out, they suddenly came to an abrupt end.

If you continue to talk about it, everyone will worry about their own head.

The person who came from the door in a grand manner was not Du Bazhi of the originally short-tempered Moyu Hall.

Du Bazhi has a lot of followers behind him, and he has always liked big battles. Looking left and right, he finally found Song Xianting, and swaggered towards the middle of the theater.

Du Bazhi's middle qi did not decrease, and he said loudly.

"Old Song. ”

Song Xianting glanced up, patted the chair beside him, and said.

"Sit down. ”

As soon as Du Bazhipu sat down, he had already raised his feet high.

"What does Old Song have to say, why don't you go to the house to say it?"

Song Xianting said lazily.

"The masculinity in Dugong's Mansion is too strong, and Song's body is no longer what it used to be, and he can't stand it anymore. ”

These days, Song Xianting has always been idle, and he really does little to make suggestions.

It's just that Du Bazhi is also busy with the rest of the affairs, but he really forgot about this old man.

This time, Song Xianting sent someone to the house to invite him, although Du Bazhi had doubts, but he still took people away.

Unexpectedly, Song Xianting didn't say anything for a long time, and was still concentrating on the stage.

But the "uh-huh-hmm" on the stage did not match Du Bazhi's appetite.

Soon Du Bazhi couldn't sit still.

The cocked legs also changed back and forth several times.

Song Xianting's eyes were still not looking at him, but he slightly calmed his hand on Du Bazhi's leg.

Song Xianting said.

At this moment, Du Gong must not be impetuous. ”

Although Du Bazhi is anxious, he is not a rough person, and he also has his own shrewdness in his heart, so he lowered his voice slightly and asked.

"What advice does Elder Song have?"

Song Xianting said.

"Jin Ye's saber has finally been sent back, and Du Gong will personally hand it back to Jin Chen tomorrow. ”

Although this bit of affection seems small, it is enough for Jin Chen to stop obstructing him. ”

Although Du Bazhi didn't understand Song Xianting's deep meaning, he categorically knew that what was about to happen was not small.

Du Bazhi did not refuse.

"Good. ”

Song Xianting had already made a plan for everything, so he pointed to Du Ba step by step.

"The Lantern Festival is already noisy and lively, and the manpower of the defense has always been stretched, and it happened to run into an alliance with Yinjunfang, which guaranteed that Mu Li had a headache. If Du Gong could seconded seventy people at this time, Mu Li would appreciate it even if he had never had a deep relationship with Du Gong. ”

Du Bazhi nodded and was obedient.

Song Xianting said softly.

"You only have one chance, so you have to take it well. ”

Du Bazhi asked.

"What kind of opportunity is it?"

Song Xianting shook his head, unwilling to say in detail, just said.

"At that time, of course, it will be known. ”

Immediately, it was like sewing lips with needlework, and nothing was said.

And Du Bazhi was muttering to himself, and there was no more impatience at this time.

When the play was sung*, the yellow robe was added, and Song Xianting sighed and said.

"It's time for a change of dynasty. ”