After Meng Jinghong finished speaking, he and Han Bing, the old man and the younger, all sat there and hung their heads silently, a set of problems that would not be solved, and would never move the chopsticks even if it was dark. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing this scene, Song Qingfeng couldn't sit still, and felt even more hungry in front of him with the good wine and food.

He couldn't help coughing lightly, but he came up with an idea that he thought was not bad: "Old Meng, don't be anxious. You should be the only Hui opera troupe in the capital, can you discuss with other opera troupes and invite a girl who can sing the Seven Fairies to come to you to help out?"

Meng Jinghong listened, but just shook his head and sighed.

Han Bing peeked at Meng Jinghong, and when he saw that the old man was sighing, an extremely suspicious smirk appeared on his lips, and the white beard under his chin trembled slightly, as if he was happy, which showed the irrepressible pride in his heart!

Seeing this scene, Han Bing couldn't help but gasp, knowing that he was absolutely unfortunate today. In this case, it is better to stick out your head and shrink your head with a knife, and it is better to simply be single, and stop doing those useless struggles-

With this kind of resolute sacrifice, Han Bing's heart was a little less overwhelmed, he raised his head and explained to Song Qingfeng with a smile: "Brother Song doesn't know, now in this Jingyang City, there is only our Hui Opera Troupe. ”

Song Qingfeng immediately retorted to him: "Two months ago, the Wenshan Mansion invited a Hui opera troupe to sing the New Year's opera, and Xue Shaolong also praised the woman who played Luo Shen for looking like a Qingluo girl. ”

"During the New Year, there are indeed a lot of all kinds of opera troupes in the capital, just because the big families like to join in the fun, and they have held New Year's banquets at home and listened to the New Year's plays. However, as soon as the New Year passed, the business of the troupe faded down, and in order to make a living, most of them chose to leave the capital and go north or south all the way, performing while walking, so that they could not only see the world, but also earn money. After so many years, it has become a rule, and after the New Year, there is only one Meng family opera troupe singing Hui opera in the entire Jingyang City. ”

Unexpectedly, things were so complicated, Song Qingfeng glanced at Meng Jinghong helplessly, and couldn't help but sigh at the bowl of Liu Yexue, who had never been able to drink.

At this time, Han Bing swallowed a mouthful of saliva dryly, and said stubbornly: "Old Meng, don't sell Guanzi! Since I have promised you, I will never break my word." No matter how difficult it is, as long as you explain it, even if I don't want to fight with my life, I will definitely do it for you!" After a pause, he finally added with some unease, "Presumably you don't want me to go to the music class in the palace and catch a palace maid who can sing Hui opera, right?"

When Song Qingfeng heard this, he was really stunned, thinking that this kid was really quick-witted and bold, and he could even think of such an unbelievable ghost idea, maybe he could really do it!

Meng Jinghong laughed, shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that you have already worshipped the teacher, otherwise I would really like to accept you, a kid who likes to make trouble everywhere, as an apprentice, and pass on all my skills of stealing children to you!"

Han Bing hurriedly smiled, "It's a pity that I don't have the ability of your old man, I'm afraid I can't do it if I enter the palace to steal people-"

Meng Jinghong glared, "Full of nonsense! Who let your kid steal someone?! The old man wants you to pretend to be that person!"

I didn't understand the meaning of Meng Jinghong's words for a while, Han Bing was stunned and blinked his eyes for a long time, and finally asked, "You mean...... I...... Dress up as a ...... Dress up as ......"

Seeing that Han Bing's face was getting greener and greener, Song Qingfeng also realized the seriousness of the situation, and couldn't help but ask: "Han Bing, say it quickly, what does Meng Lao want you to pretend to be?"

"Seven fairies—" Han Bing uttered these three words, almost crying.

"What?!Seven Fairies?!" Song Qingfeng thought he had heard it wrong, and turned his head to look at Meng Jinghong, but saw that the old man was nodding his head slowly with a smile on his face, and his white beard lifted the ground one by one, very comfortable.

Now Song Qingfeng was really a little stunned, it was hard to believe that Meng Jinghong, a senior master, would come up with such a bad idea! A man can be killed, not humiliated, a dignified man, how can he pretend to be a little woman, and he has to go to the stage to twist and behave, this is simply unbearable, unimaginable!

But he still couldn't help but imagine the extremely ridiculous picture in his mind, and then laughed, shaking his head while laughing: "Old Meng, you really know how to joke with cold ice!"

However, when he saw Han Bing's bitter gourd face and Meng Jinghong's confident appearance who was looking up at the sky, he couldn't laugh anymore, and said, "Old Meng...... You...... You're a little too embarrassed......"

Han Bing couldn't help but glance at him gratefully, and motioned for him to plead more for himself.

"Meng Lao-"

It's a pity that before he could say the next sentence of trying to plead, he was unceremoniously interrupted by Meng Jinghong: "Han Bing, why don't you speak?!"

Meng Jinghong turned his head to look at Han Bing.

Although he knew that this old man Meng's eyes were not good, Han Bing still felt that his gaze was like a sharp arrow staring at his face, and after snorting for a long time, he finally forced a smile and said: "As Brother Song said, Old Meng, this is really too difficult for me-"

"Since you're embarrassed, then forget it, I naturally won't force you. ”

Meng Jinghong's words were happy, and things were done happily, but when he saw his words fall, he reached out and took the bowl of wine in front of Han Bing, raised his head, and drank it himself, and after drinking, he put the empty bowl on the table.

"Meng Lao-" looked at the empty wine bowl with cold eyes, completely losing his confidence.

At this time, Meng Jinghong turned his head to Song Qingfeng, who was looking dumbfounded, and asked, "Qingfeng, do you also think that I shouldn't be reluctant in this matter?"

Song Qingfeng glanced at the empty bowl, then at the dejected cold ice, and then at the bowl of wine in front of him......

He immediately showed a respectful smile when he saw the opportunity, shook his head, and said, "No, Meng Lao, Qing Feng thinks that your request is really not too much!"

Han Bing looked up in astonishment and stared at this bad friend who had betrayed him for just a bowl of wine, and at the same time thought to himself, this guy is as spineless as me!

"Okay! The old man really didn't see the wrong person, Qingfeng, you are indeed a reasonable and good boy!" Meng Jinghong laughed, poured the empty bowl full of wine, picked it up and motioned to Song Qingfeng, "Come, let's have a bowl of it!"

With a bowl of clear and mellow wine, Song Qingfeng suddenly felt refreshed all over his body, and when he raised his eyes to see Han Bing's unlucky appearance like a frosted eggplant, he actually felt that even his mood became extremely comfortable, and he looked at Han Bing with a smile and said: "To be fair, in fact, Han Bing's appearance is actually a little more beautiful than most women! Although it is somewhat regrettable that I can't see a cowherd with a jade tree in the wind, but in comparison, a seven fairies with a national color and fragrance is even more exciting!"

Han Bing was so angry that his lips trembled, "Brother Song's character is good, but the wine is very poor, why is it that he started talking nonsense after just a bowl of wine?!"

"Eh-" Meng Jinghong said on the side, "I really don't think Qing Feng's eyes are bad! If you dress up well, a heavenly girl who is alive and well, it is really suitable to play the Seven Fairies!"

Hearing this, Han Bing suddenly had a sense of self-esteem, but he didn't dare to contradict Meng Jinghong, so he could only swallow his anger and plead: "Old Meng, think about it, no matter what I look like, my body is still a man, and I am nearly eight feet long, which is a little taller than ordinary men. If I play the Seven Fairies, where will you find a cowherd who can match me? Brother Meng is the tallest in our troupe, but he is half a head shorter than me. Brother Song's stature is about the same as mine, but he doesn't know how to sing Hui opera-"

Seeing that Old Man Meng's gaze immediately turned to him, and he looked up and down in a matter-of-fact manner, Song Qingfeng's face couldn't help but change, and he even began to stutter when he spoke: "Meng ...... I don't ...... I can't sing, I, I can't sing...... I can't sing!"

Meng Jinghong still looked like an old treacherous and cunning, squinting his eyes and smiling: "Don't be nervous, come, Qingfeng, let's fill the wine first." ”

Song Qingfeng trembled and filled the two bowls of wine, raised his eyes and saw that Han Bing was squinting at himself with a gloating look, and suddenly remembered what he had done earlier in front of Chu Wenxuan's brothers, and couldn't help but sneer secretly in his heart, this is really "It's not that you don't report it, the time has not come, as soon as the time comes, everything will be reported"!

"Elder Meng, I think what Han Bing said also has some truth, he is indeed a foot taller than ordinary men. ”

I didn't expect Song Qingfeng to speak for himself at this time, Han Bing couldn't help but look at him in a daze, a little ashamed, and a little uneasy, his expression was really strange and ridiculous.

"Oh, that's what you think?" Meng Jinghong asked noncommittally.

Song Qingfeng glanced at Han Bing's expression that was a little begging and a little suspicious, and couldn't tell how entangled and uncomfortable it was, and forced himself to resist the urge to laugh wildly, and nodded solemnly: "I really think so." But—" He couldn't help but admire Han Bing's wonderful face again before he continued, "However, I think that since these seven fairies are immortals, they should not be ordinary women, maybe they will really be a little higher than the cowherd who is a mortal!"

Final word!

Han Bing felt that this hammer had completely hit his heart in the fatal place!

Facing the two wicked people who were still laughing proudly when they were holding the wine bowl, Han Bing only felt so aggrieved that he was about to cry, and after holding it for a long time, he spit out four words without hesitation: "Forcing good people to be prostitutes-"