At the bottom of the dance, the heart of the willow building is full of moon, and the song is finished with the wind at the bottom of the peach blossom fan.
The feet are long and square, the paint and ink are heavy, the strings and songs go around the beam, singing a song of joys and sorrows, and a love, hate and grievance.
On the second floor of Tiancuiyuan, the wind was blowing coldly. Other innocent guests who came for entertainment rubbed the goose bumps on their bodies and were very puzzled. They frowned and called the servants of Tiancuiyuan and ordered them to remove some ice cubes from the lobby. As cold as it is
Originally, the six righteous cultivators could continue to stare, but as soon as they opened their mouths and sang a few words, Venerable Huanjian let out a light yawn and turned to look down.
This move attracted the rest of the people.
- The other party ignores him, so what's the point of staring again.
- Master is no longer staring, why do you have to work so hard
So everyone listened to the drama seriously, but they were vigilant in their hearts and glanced at each other from time to time.
Sweeping and sweeping, the mind was attracted to the stage.
This Yunzhou opera troupe has a beautiful figure and a strong voice, but after all, it is a new play, and there are still some unfamiliar things.
At the beginning of the play, it was about a scholar named Zheng and a martial student named Mo. When they were out on a spring day, they were taking a nap in the same pine forest halfway up the mountain, and they both dreamed of a beautiful woman.
The woman's face was like a hibiscus, and her body was like a willow. Zheng Sheng felt that she was the Yan Ruyu in the book, and Mo Sheng felt that she was a rich girl who could bring fame and fortune.
On the stage, two women dressed in exactly the same way smiled and attracted two horns.
Zheng Sheng and Mo Sheng turned a blind eye to each other, the two women didn't speak, only the two women in front of them could hear their admiration one after another. Zheng Sheng, who was wearing a scholar's robe, was very subtle and euphemistic. Compared with himself, Mo Sheng, who is dressed as a martial artist, looks much more arrogant. He bluntly said where the lady is, how come she was alone in the mountains, but she lost her way. Do you want to escort the lady to a safe place
The spectators of Tian Cui Yuan kept laughing in a low voice.
This new play is also interesting, serious talent and beauty, everyone can't help laughing at such a comparison.
"This Zheng Sheng is too mother-in-law!"
"Nonsense, a rough person like Mo Sheng, a sudden beauty, I'm afraid it's going to be a waste!"
The old drama bone shook his head: "What do you know, these two Danjiao are dressed exactly the same, they should be the same person! After Zheng Sheng said a word, the woman didn't answer, but Mo Sheng was the one who spoke next. The score is clear, the descendants in this play, I'm afraid it's not clear!"
Sure enough, Zheng Sheng was at a loss, and Mo Sheng smiled and said, "Miss, did you agree? Let's go now!"
"Ouch, how did that Wufu come out on top?" Some spectators were dissatisfied.
Only Zheng Sheng asked, "Where is Miss Xianxiang?"
At this time, the two women who had been silent for a while suddenly sang in unison: "The slave family's surname is Cheng, and they live in the capital."
The small gong knocked heavily, and Danjiao stepped back from the stage. At the same time, Zheng Sheng and Mosheng shouted out Miss, then stepped back a few steps and sat down on the ground.
The pipa hurriedly changed the notes, the flute started, the two stretched their waists, and said to themselves, "What a dream! How can I see such a beautiful woman?"
So one took square steps, the other walked in a hurry, and the two descendants met, and each snorted.
"Mo Wufu, are you also going up the mountain for an outing today?"
"Zheng Qiongsuan, you are not afraid of encountering robbers when you recite poetry in this pine forest!"
The two broke up unhappily, and the first fold of the play ended.
When Venerable Huanjian heard the surnames of the two descendants, he went to the play with great interest. Once the show was over, Venerable Huanjian's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Zhan Yuanqiu next to him is not much better than him.
This current national teacher appeared in Yuzhou lightly and simply, which was originally a little-known thing, but Zhan Yuanqiu's blue and white expression seemed to be embarrassed after someone exposed his identity to his face and laughed at him fiercely. .
Only Split Sky picked up the seeds on the table and asked suspiciously, "Is this the show that the Gorefiend asked us to watch?"
The story of Zhengjiacun and Mojiacun, what Venerable Splitting Heaven has seen, is so strange.
"Master, you are unhappy... is it because of Mo Sheng's martial arts?" Venerable Splitting Sky asked in surprise.
What's wrong with Wufu, those who think about it are also poor, and they get bored when they see it!
"Idiot!" Venerable Huanjian knocked on a certain apprentice's head with a fan, "Your usual dramas are all in vain. The so-called talented and beautiful woman, is it not possible for a beautiful woman to be good with a martial artist instead of a scholar?"
"Is that so?"
Venerable Split Sky was a little stunned.
It meant that he understood, the woman in the dream must belong to the Zheng family, not the Mo family!
But isn't this just a play, why should Master be so serious
"Eldest brother..." Zhan Yuanqiu hesitated.
"Don't tell me, let him see for himself!" Venerable Huanjian gritted his teeth.
Venerable Split Sky uninterestedly poured himself a cup of tea.
The three masters and apprentices of the Heluo School over there had serious expressions. The old man with long eyebrows and the real person Chi Xuan vaguely understood something, but they couldn't say it, and the real person Tianyan said it a few times, and he couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
The sanxian was plucked, and the play on the stage continued to sing.
Zheng Sheng returned home and painted the image of the woman in his dream for comfort.
"...I think she's in a deep boudoir, and someone from the capital, thousands of miles away by water, where will a ray of love be sent?" Zheng Sheng sighed again and again, "stop, it's just a dream, it's the flower in the mirror. Moon in the water."
Zheng Sheng's family was poor and could not survive three meals a day.
Unexpectedly, this painting was bought by Mo Sheng again, and he talked to himself all day long.
"How can there be such a strange dream in the world, the lady frowns and smiles, and the patterns on her hair and clothes are still fresh in my memory. Who is this painter, and do you know that lady?"
Mo Sheng followed Zheng Sheng, and the two had a big fight.
At this point in the play, some spectators felt bored and started nibbling on melon seeds, and some people began to murmur: "That woman shouldn't be a ghost mountain demon!"
That night, Zheng Sheng and Mo Sheng dreamed of a woman again, this time there was only one person, the woman covered her face with her sleeves and cried: "The slave family is about to leave the cabinet, and my father is strict, and it is a token for the slave family to marry someone who is more than ten years older than me. , I beg your son to come to the capital and propose marriage to the Cheng family!"
Saying that, he took out a jade pendant.
It's just that when Zheng Sheng and Mo Sheng stretched out his hand to take it, the woman floated away, and the two woke up with a loud cry, their hands were empty and there was no jade pendant.
The next day, both of them packed their bags and set off, murmuring, "There is a word on the jade pendant, and the lady's name is Xian'er. Xian'er, she is so beautiful!"
Venerable Split Sky spurted out a sip of tea and drenched Zhan Yuanqiu's face, who was dumbfounded.
"Cough cough!" Master Chixuan and the old man with long eyebrows also woke up, coughing dryly and looking weird.
Venerable Huanjian stern face.
Xian'er, Cheng Xian'er, Zheng Sheng and Mo Sheng's dream goddess is really a show of talent and beauty!
"Talk about the capital! Go to the capital! When Zheng Sheng and Mosheng inquired, this Cheng Xian'er, the judges, guess what, it's actually the daughter of the prime minister, not to mention marriage, just think about the door of Cheng's family! Difficult, difficult, difficult!"
The bangzi knocked, the allegro hit, the two Demon Venerables and the Dao Priests of the Mahayana period hung their faces.
"I can't ask for it, toss and turn!" Zheng Sheng cried bitterly.
"Could it be that you want to kidnap people from the Chengfu?" Mo Sheng turned around.
Venerable Split Sky wanted to flip the table, and the corners of Chixuan's mouth twitched.
Cheng Xian'er fell into a dream at night again, and was very sad: "Young Master, why haven't you come to see Xian'er?"
Zheng Sheng hesitated for a moment, then thought and sang: "I can't say that the family has four walls, but I will teach the young lady to be sad." Then he raised his voice and said to Cheng Xian'er: "The prime minister's residence is heavily guarded, how can I enter? Fortunately, I am in the lower body. If you have fame and fame, it will be Qiu Wei in a few months, I will be named on the gold list, the number one in high school, come and marry the young lady!"
There are cheers in Tian Cui Yuan!
Most people watched depressedly for a long time, and finally came to a familiar tone, can you not be excited
"What's the point of a martial arts husband? Zheng Sheng won the first prize, but he still can't marry the prime minister's daughter?"
"That's right! Mo Sheng is the champion of martial arts, so what's the point? It's almost the same as a general!"
"Nonsense, this poor and sour meal can't be eaten..." There were also arguments among the spectators, and then they thought that a drama is a drama, which is different from reality. Maybe Zheng Sheng really passed the test, so he spit heavily, "This Cheng Xian'er is a watery poplar. , looking for two men to dream of, what else can they be?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Zheng Sheng sing on the stage:
"Miss, there's something I don't know about. Does the lady have sisters? Do you also hope that someone will rescue me?"
"Of course not!" Cheng Xian'er was displeased and scolded, "Is it true that the young master is married to Xian'er, and he still feels inadequate? Want to enjoy the blessing of the Queen's daughter Ying?"
"Ah, Miss misunderstood! Misunderstanding!" Zheng Sheng hurriedly nodded, "I have fellow villager Mo Sheng, but he is a warrior, and he also... dreamed of Miss!"
"Yeah!" Cheng Xian'er covered her mouth in surprise, and then said, "I have a treasure mirror that I have inherited from my family. I use rootless water to clean it in the middle of the night, and ambergris to attract my soul. I can find someone who is destined for three lives! I thought the son was my good match. , how come there are other people?"
Then he cried again:
"I see! The treasure mirror was dropped by my father, and there was a crack. It must be like this, and it provoked others!"
"Miss…"
"Young master, don't say it again, my favorite son is gentle and elegant, who likes martial arts?" Cheng Xian'er frowned.
The two said a few more words, woke up from a dream by beating gongs and drums, and left the stage.
Mo Sheng took the stage, holding a horse whip, and sang angrily: "Last night, I dreamed a beautiful woman again. Unlike the last time, she said a lot of things this time. I am not happy yet, but I am shocked! The beautiful woman actually met someone else in a dream! Toss and turn. Thinking about it carefully, the last time Miss Cheng said her name, and the last time Miss Cheng asked me to go to Beijing, she didn't answer me! Yin Yin told me to be so affectionate, so it turned out that I was mistaken in a dream!"
Mo Sheng threw two whips and continued to sing:
"I can only hear the words of the young lady, but I don't know what the other party is saying. If you are so, you will also kill me! Miss Baojing adds love and guilt, and the martial arts husband is actually a suspect!"
After singing, he shouted: "That person must be Zheng Sheng! He will never get his wish!"
After this fold, the staff of Tiancuiyuan carried the copper pot against the table to add water.
Then it really turned around. Cheng Xian'er did everything possible to persuade the prime minister to allow her to marry the champion of the division. Zheng Sheng studied hard to take the exam, but Mo Sheng's uncle was an honorable person, so he donated a supervisor to Mo Sheng as a place to take the exam.
The gold list was announced, Zheng Sheng was thin and weak, and the scientific field was not named Sun Shan.
Cheng Xian'er was waiting at home, and was overjoyed when she heard that the champion was coming to propose marriage, but she was shocked when she saw that it was Mo Sheng.
Mo Sheng, wearing a red top robe, cupped his hands and said: "Miss dislikes martial arts, do you know that I am both civil and military? Miss's treasure mirror is flawed, how can I know that I am not the one destined by Miss."
Cheng Xian'er cried bitterly, but it was a foregone conclusion.
The prime minister said angrily: "You are not in every possible way, you are all tossing, you begged the champion to marry, and now the champion comes to the door to propose marriage, and you shirk it! Ask the young lady to go down, and get ready to marry!"
The spectators are still good, because this six-fold play has only been sung for more than half, and there must be setbacks.
Huanjian, Changmei, and Chixuan's expressions all changed.
Immortal Tianyan almost stood up from the table—Chen He actually guessed what he was implying! ! The magic cultivator who shouldn't have soared, soared, and became an immortal!
Immortal Tianyan was excited and found that everyone around him was looking at him.
"Okay! Well acted!" Real Tianyan laughed dryly.
His reaction made the swaying guesses of the old man with long eyebrows and the real person Chi Xuan come true, and he immediately showed an expression of wanting to faint.
Venerable Huanjian looked at the movements of the three masters and apprentices and muttered to himself, "Could it be..."
The play continued to sing, but Cheng Xian'er refused to marry, so she returned to her boudoir and cried at the Guanyin statue.
Immediately, his body swayed, his posture fainted, and the string music changed. A maid came to the stage and helped Cheng Xian'er: "Miss, don't think about it. If you don't marry that Li Xiaohou, why don't you use a treasure mirror to find someone who is destined?"
"You, what did you say?" Cheng Xian'er tilted her head and said, facing the audience, "Li Xiaohou is the one who was originally ordered by his father. Why do you talk about him again? I want to ask."
"Miss, this is a good spring. Don't let the light down, you might as well ask for a treasure mirror and promise you to the champion of Qiu Wei!"
"Ah! This is what the maid said half a year ago. How could this happen?" Cheng Xian'er was frightened for a while, and she opened the window and checked things again, "I actually returned half a year ago. Thank you Bodhisattva for your blessings, and thank you for your mercy!"
Cheng Xian'er picked up the treasure mirror in surprise, and then put it down again: "No, if I see Zheng Lang, will I have to provoke Mo Sheng again! I want to repair a book and send it to Zheng Lang's house, tell him the cause and effect, and help him get to Beijing with two silver coins! Don't let Mo Sheng come to Beijing! That person is the enemy of Zheng Lang and I!"
Cheng Xian'er sang the last sentence mournfully.
The three of the Heluo faction and Zhan Yuanqiu were horrified, while Venerable Huanjian stood up abruptly and was about to lift the table.
One hand pressed on the square table.
Shi Feng didn't know when he would come, but he fixedly looked at Venerable Huanjian: "Is this play nice?"
Venerable Huanjian twisted his face for a while, took a deep breath and sat back in his seat: "... Not bad."
The author has something to say: a lot of girls ask, ahem, just a comment .
Heaven does not allow demons to become immortals [get Chengxian]
As for the later reversal of the plot, Cheng Xian'er planned to tell Zheng Sheng to deal with Mo Sheng, and this was planned for the plot, not to imply that the young lady is a goddamn cough. It's all about hinting at the monks listening to the drama, what's going on with those revenge? This bloody genius and beauty wrote my toothache...
Of course, in the old days, women were uneasy about being in the house and hated getting married. Then they proposed marriage today and got married tomorrow, saying that they would be admitted to the top spot immediately →_→