It was half past five when we arrived at the Guangde Grand Theater.
Ren Li parked the car at the entrance of the theater and patted Pei Jingling on the shoulder: "Here it is."
Pei Jingling let out a "hmm", covered the light with his hand, slowly opened his eyes, opened the door and got out of the car.
Ren Li walked inside with him, both of them casually, but in fact they were closely watching the surrounding environment and personnel changes.
Because before leaving yesterday, Ren Li specifically told the boss about coming back this afternoon to "come in", and the boss had already made preparations.
As soon as they entered the inner hall, the boss brought a group of servants to greet them, bowed and said with a smile: "Master Young Master, welcome!"
Ren Li complied and walked straight to the second floor with Pei Jingling. The boss also stepped forward and opened the pavilion door for them.
Ren Li was still sitting on the sofa in the middle, but this time Pei Jingling already knew the relationship between Huo Qing and Song Rusheng, and sat directly beside him.
The boss still looked flattering, lowered his voice and said, "Young marshal has brought Adjutant Song alone today? I'm afraid it's not lively enough, why don't you find a few interesting people to serve you?"
Ren Li unbuttoned his suit jacket and didn't answer.
Neither refused nor accepted, but the momentum on his body was not as sharp as last time.
The boss rolled his eyes and said cautiously: "Although Adjutant Song is also very caring, it is always less fun to be alone. It's not as good as my trick troupe to call the beautiful children to be lively, maybe even make the young marshal beside me. One more sweetheart…”
Before the boss could finish speaking, Pei Jingling threw himself into Ren Li's arms, sniffed aggrievedly, and said softly, "Sir... I promised that I would only be with me today..."
Ren Li took the opportunity to embrace Pei Jingling's waist, looked at the boss blankly and said, "Today I'm here to accompany Ru Sheng to listen to the play quietly, you don't have to worry about other things."
The boss didn't seem to give up, and said in a low voice, "Then why don't you set a time..."
Pei Jingling raised his eyes from Ren Li's arms and glanced at the boss, rolled his eyes pretentiously, and hummed: "I said boss, I'm still here! Stuff the young marshal in front of me. , can you speak and do things?!"
The boss's eyes darkened a bit, and he lowered his head and said softly: "But in the past..."
As if because of Pei Jingling's presence, he stopped after saying a few words.
Pei Jingling slammed the table and said angrily, "I don't care about what was not in the past. Anyway, no matter what, it will not work today!"
After looking at Ren Li, she became weak again, handed Paihong's palm to him, and said pitifully, "Sir, Paida hurts."
That lawless and arrogant appearance was simply brought to life by Pei Jingling.
Ren Li took his hand, rubbed his palm lightly with the pulp of his fingers, and said warmly, "Don't be angry, you were wronged today, I'll just listen to you."
Pei Jingling gave a "um" and glanced at the boss: "Don't get out of here!"
The boss nodded quickly, said "yes, yes," repeatedly, and then took the door and backed out.
Pei Jingling watched the door closed, restrained the pretentious expression on her face, and squinted her eyes thinking about something.
Ren Li lightly rubbed Pei Jingling's palm, and looked down at him leaning in his arms obediently.
It was as if what happened just now had never happened. Pei Jingling always did this, taking his own words on a deaf ear.
But since I have said that to Pei Jingling, and now it is just a friend, do I have to take the initiative to maintain a distance...
Ren Li thought about it, his mood became inexplicable, and he pursed his lips with a sullen face.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he still took the hand that wrapped Pei Jingling's waist and patted his side waist: "Get up."
Pei Jingling never listened. He continued to lie in his arms, looked up at him, and asked calmly, "With Huo Qing's attributes, do you think he would agree to such a thing before?"
Ren Li was too "too lazy" to take care of him, and let him stay still in his arms.
Hearing his question, he looked at the properties that had been unlocked in the panel.
This morning, he unlocked several new character attributes in dealing with his concubine and those officers.
The [Playing on the Scene] was unlocked when talking to Wan Yanqing, and the [Pretending to Be Calm] was unlocked when the officer insulted Song Rusheng for the first time and suppressed his anger.
And when the housekeeper misunderstood that he and Pei Jingling were going back to the bedroom yesterday, he unlocked the [Love in Love].
"Probably not." Ren Li said, "Marrying those women should be for profit. He probably wouldn't do things like slander and play tricks."
"At the moment, it seems that Huo Qing only likes Song Rusheng."
After finishing speaking, Ren Li took another look at the panel, and sure enough, he unlocked another attribute, which is [a special liking].
Pei Jingling nodded, raised his eyebrows, and said, "So, this person has been guiding you, and even just vaguely misled you, making it clear that he wants you to OOC."
Ren Li frowned slightly, and said softly "En".
Pei Jingling squinted his eyes, stepped back from Ren Li's arms, stood up and walked to the edge of the balcony to look at the people below.
It was almost six o'clock, and the people who came to listen to the play were already ready in the lobby.
There are still many people in the lobby, but obviously not as many as yesterday.
Pei Jingling looked down at the people below, his eyes swept across the faces of the audience.
The audience below hardly overlaps with yesterday's audience.
Ren Li followed, stood beside Pei Jingling, and asked in a low voice, "How is it, does it match your guess?"
"Well." Pei Jingling raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Ren Li, "You must limit my guess again to reduce the possibility."
"It's okay." Ren Li also looked down and said in a low voice, "It's normal for most of the audience to lose most of the audience in the same play for two days in a row, but it's still a serious violation. place."
Pei Jingling turned around, leaned her back against the wall, put her arms on the edge of the stage, and said leisurely, "Yesterday there were audiences who especially liked the play "A Dream in the Garden", and there were many 'fans' of the actors, especially For the dissatisfied audience that Liu Xiaoyu was crushed by Xie Liuyun, today is Liu Xiaoyu's home court, how can you not come to support?"
Ren Li summed up directly: "The degree of coincidence should not be so low." Then he frowned, "Aren't you afraid of collapse?"
Pei Jingling shrugged: "No way, after all, it's a drama. If Bai Xutong's character is a drama idiot, she will definitely find other things to do, and reasonably shirk the matter of listening to the drama."
Ren Li remembered the look on Bai Xutong's face that seemed to be mentally tortured yesterday, and went silent. It seemed that he had acquiesced to Pei Jingling's words.
Around six o'clock, the drums full of momentum and the clanging golden gongs sounded together, and the play was about to start again.
Ren Li's eyes fell on the stage, and Pei Jingling also turned around. Both of them were waiting for the curtain to open to see the face of "Liu Xiaoyu".
With the same opening as yesterday, the curtain was slowly pulled back to reveal the stage scene.
A Hua Dan wearing a lady's costume slowly stepped onto the stage from the side of the stage. His steps, gestures and body looked extremely professional.
The scene of "A Dream in the Garden" was sung from his mouth, and he sang in an authentic voice.
After Du Liniang's three lines of lyrics were sung, a girl dressed in a maid walked on the stage smartly, and without any accident, sang the chorus that they had not heard yesterday: "Smoke all the smoke, throw the residual embroidery thread..."
Anyway, after staring at the stage for an hour yesterday, Ren Li had an impression of Xie Liuyun and said solemnly: "The maid is indeed Xie Liuyun, and her height, figure and voice are almost the same as yesterday's."
Pei Jingling also imitated Xie Liuyun and nodded.
Then he narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep tone, "But 'Liu Xiaoyu' seems to have changed."
The voices are different and the heights are different, but considering the opera singing, makeup, clothing and other issues, they did not immediately come to a conclusion.
In order to fully understand the changes, the two listened to "A Dream in the Garden" again.
When the stage finally came to an end, Ren Li breathed a sigh of relief and pressed his slightly swollen temple.
"Sit for a while, and after he removes his makeup, we'll go backstage to see what's going on."
Pei Jingling nodded, no objection.
It is estimated that the actor should have finished removing his makeup, and the two talents went downstairs together, and successfully fooled a servant, and was taken to the backstage smoothly.
Singing a play is also physical work. When they entered the backstage, the actors had already removed their makeup and were sitting in the room to rest and chat.
Seeing them coming, a bunch of people stood up immediately and greeted them respectfully.
"Young commander, why did you come here in person?" The boss heard the movement and hurriedly came out to greet him, surprised for a moment.
Then he bent down humbly, as if he had remembered something, and patted his head, "Hey, look at my memory, you came to see Xiaoyu specifically..."
When Liu Xiaoyu heard her name being called, she raised her head, took a few steps outside, and called out, "Hello, Young Master."
After removing the makeup, the appearance is clear, and it is completely different from yesterday's player.
The face is like a good girl, and every move has the influence of training, and the time for singing is not short.
The temperament of the famous actor on his body is very natural, and at first glance, he sings a very popular actor.
It's not a player, it's already an NPC.
Ren Li raised his chin slightly and boasted indifferently, "You sing well, you deserve a reward. What reward do you want?"
This is the most frequently heard subtext, and the men and women behind him all cast envious glances at Liu Xiaoyu.
The boss's expression is a bit complicated, it seems to be happy and puzzled.
Of course, Liu Xiaoyu felt the envious eyes from all around him. He looked forward to Shen Fei, and said slightly shyly politely, "Xiaoyu doesn't ask for rewards, as long as the young marshal likes to listen..."
"Really." Ren Li nodded and said indifferently, "Okay then."
"Since you don't want the reward, then Rusheng and I have nothing to do. You guys can continue to rest, we're going back."
As he said that, he took Pei Jingling's hand, turned and left the backstage neatly, leaving everyone in the backstage dumbfounded.
They had already returned, and Pei Jingling thought of Liu Xiaoyu's unbelievable and heartbroken look, and still couldn't hold back a "puchi" smile: "Brother, you are too 'straight man'."
"Why not? Just to see his appearance, do you really want to bring him back to the Young Marshal's Mansion?"
You can't make a fuss
Ren Li was driving the car, his face was as usual, and he said in a low voice, "I don't want to collapse again, and I'm too lazy to deal with him."
After a pause, he glanced at Pei Jingling, "However, do you still want to learn drama?"
Pei Jingling folded his arms and leaned against the backrest, and said, "Since it involves Huo Qing's character design, don't just put people in the young marshal's mansion."
"I'll find time to go to the theater by myself to listen to it later, and I'll just have to ask someone for guidance." Pei Jingling's tone was very relaxed.
Ren Li thought for a while, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice, "As you wish."
Back at the young marshal's mansion, after dinner, I casually flipped through books and listened to records to pass the time.
After taking a short nap again, when I woke up, night had already fallen, and it was only a few minutes before twelve o'clock.
Ren Li and Pei Jingling were ready, loaded their guns and held them in their hands.
The guns here are not infinite bullets, and they also prepared daggers in their pockets.
The hour hand deflected, pointing steadily to the twelve.