March 24 is not a New Year's Day, and it is a very ordinary day. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But for a birthday banquet in Su Mansion, the leading characters in Jingyang City are not calm.

Early in the morning, the various prefectures sent gifts began to flow in an endless stream, and before noon, the guests also rushed to come to the door one by one to pay their respects, and Su Ping, the chief housekeeper of the Su Mansion who was in charge of Zhang Luo's birthday banquet, was shocked by a big sweat!

It's just that today's scene is too unexpected, but it's no wonder that he, a big butler who is accustomed to seeing the world, has lost his bearings. I remember that when my lord celebrated his 70th birthday last year, there were only more than 100 people who came to celebrate his birthday, and most of the rest sent people to send posts and congratulatory gifts. But today, the old lady's 60th birthday, so many people came at once, not counting the congratulatory gifts, just more than 200 people came to pay their respects!

Su Ping was sweating profusely and greeting the guests inside and out, while muttering to himself in his heart, could it be that the people below were negligent and sent the invitations to more people?

I don't know if there are enough tables and chairs in the house, and enough food and drinks in the kitchen......

The chief housekeeper Su Ping secretly shouted to God outside, and the cold ice that was preparing to put on makeup in the background inside had reached the point where it was not right to call the sky and the earth to the point where it was not spiritual!

During these days, it was hard to hide from the people in Huafu, no one knew that he was going to sing on stage today, and of course he would not know that he was going to sing the Seven Fairies. Who knew that early in the morning, my uncle suddenly said that he had received an invitation from Su Fu, and he wanted to bring Sister Xiangjun to pay homage to Mrs. Su today, which was a bolt from the blue!

And just now, that person was a little ghost, Ping'er, came to report to him again, Song Qingfeng had already entered the gate of Su Mansion with a large group of fox friends and dog friends, which was simply worse!

Han Bing sat there dumbfounded, looking at himself in the mirror who was also dumbfounded, and muttered: "It seems that today's 'embarrassment' is going to make a big deal!"

At this time, Meng Jinghong walked in with the help of Ping'er, followed by an old gentleman wearing a staff suit, with a ruddy face, white and fat.

Han Bing hurriedly stepped forward to salute Meng Jinghong, Meng Jinghong smiled, pointed to the fat old gentleman next to him and said, "This is Su Gong." ”

Han Bing walked over, gave Su Wenqiu a respectful salute, and then grinned bitterly: "Su Gong's clever plan, the junior has learned!"

Su Wenqiu smiled, that smile was like an old fox who had cultivated to perfection, "Although I missed the two altars of willow leaf snow, but today the old man can hear the seven fairies sung by Han Bing, which is enough to comfort his life!"

Han Bing suddenly smiled slyly and said, "What Su Gong said is true! The family master heard that the two jars of willow leaf snow that you stole were drunk back by me again, and his anger has disappeared a lot!"

Su Wenqiu's old face couldn't help but stiffen, and his smile didn't look so annoying, so he laughed dryly, then turned around and slipped out.

As soon as he came outside, he saw several young people happily approaching him. He had seen the young man in front of him, it was Chu Wenxuan, the son of the Marquis of Xinwu.

Chu Wenxuan and the others didn't expect to meet Su Wenqiu here, so they hurriedly put away their laughter and stepped forward to salute one by one.

Su Wenqiu nodded with a smile, but muttered in his heart, why are these young people idle and have nothing to do, and they all come to my house to join in the fun?

"Young Master Chu, is Ling Zun okay?" the old fox began to knock on the side.

"Xie Sugong inquired, my father is well. I heard that today is Mrs. Su's birthday, and my father ordered the younger generation to send congratulatory gifts. Chu Wenxuan, the little fox, replied cleverly.

Su Wenqiu smiled and thanked him, squinted a pair of worldly old eyes, and swept the few sons of the family standing on the side one by one.

Those young people were also smart and clever people, and they all came forward to report their homes and intentions, and they all came to send congratulatory gifts for the elders.

However, Xue Shaolong, the youngest son of Duke Wenshan, was a little evasive when he spoke, and from time to time he peeked at the expression on Su Wenqiu's face. Of course, Su Wenqiu, the old fox, knew what was going on, but he just nodded with a smile and didn't say anything, which made Xue Shaolong secretly relieved.

Su Wenqiu glanced at Song Qingfeng a few more times, and already understood a general idea in his heart. It seems that these young people were all recruited by this stinky boy who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and they must have come to see the jokes of that kid from Han Bing.

Hmph, how could Song Xingye, that stubborn and old-fashioned and boring guy, give birth to such a naughty and wilting son? No wonder that Han Bing kid chose him as his partner, and he was really embarrassed and smelly!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile and shook his head, and then went to the front hall with his hands behind his back, and actually threw this mess to Han Bing completely. That stinky boy dared to threaten himself with Xiao Tianjue's stubborn old man, he deserved to let him be a little more embarrassed!

But he forgot that Meng Jinghong was still inside, and with a sharp screen, he drove out the gang of boys who were purely here to make trouble, so that Han Bing, who was hiding in the prop box, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he came out of the prop box, Han Bing saw Meng Jinghong standing there looking at him with a smile, and suddenly felt a cool air "whoosh" from the soles of his feet to the top of his head! He really wanted to run away, but when he thought about it again, he couldn't help but show a bitter smile of resignation on his face.

"Meng Lao, which one are you going to sing?"

"Today, you're going on stage, which one will I sing? Of course, I'm here to help you put on makeup!"

"Huh?!" The trace of courage that Han Bing had just mentioned disappeared in an instant, and he looked at Meng Jinghong pleadingly, "Old Meng, you just let me paint my face myself, anyway, I can't see that it's me......"

Meng Jinghong immediately shook his head and said: "How do you know how to put on makeup! If you draw a fairy as a ghost girl, don't you scare the guests outside?" Don't worry, Ping'er often helps Qiu Niang put on makeup, and her hands have already been practiced, so there will be no mistake!"

Han Bing glanced at the triumphant screen on his face, and knew that his face was going to be ruined today! But now it is impossible to regret it, besides, this play will be performed sooner or later, and that person will be seen sooner or later!

As soon as he thought of this, he simply turned his heart sideways, sat down in the chair, and smiled at Ping'er: "Ping'er, if you can paint me better than your Aunt Qiuniang, I will sing for her for three months, okay?"

Ping'er suddenly smiled and clapped her hands, "Okay! Okay! So that Daddy doesn't have to worry about no singing!"

Although Meng Jinghong didn't speak, his heart was hot, and he understood that Han Bing wanted to help their Meng family opera troupe support this difficult period.

At this time, Ping'er's small hands had begun to draw on the cold face. Hui opera pays attention to the elegance of the rhyme, no need for heavy color, it is to work hard in the subtleties, and it seems to be an understatement of a few strokes, but it outlines a different kind of beautiful charm.

After putting on the makeup, Ping'er pushed the cold ice that she didn't dare to look at in the mirror to Meng Jinghong, and asked in a crisp voice: "Grandpa, do you think these seven fairies will succeed?"

Meng Jinghong narrowed his eyes, approached Han Bing's face to take a closer look, and pointed to the screen to make a few changes while watching, but he didn't let go of the slightest flaw.

After tossing like this for a long time, Han Bing only felt that the sweat on his forehead was about to burst out, and Old Man Meng finally nodded with satisfaction, and the Seven Fairies he had created were finally completed!