This is what Shen Yu thought of recently. The disaster relief method that the imperial court is about to announce is not in Dahuan. Looking back, no dynasty has done it. It is no different than the ministers in the court who understood this method after some disputes. The people of Dahuan did not understand this method. do not understand.
If someone starts to stir up evil intentions at this time, the people who don't know the inside story will easily fall into the trap.
"Ah Yu intends to use opera to let the people understand?" Shang Junlin picked up the script in Sullen's hand and asked.
"Yes, I originally wanted some small officials to explain to the common people. Later, I thought that verbal explanations alone might not be enough to penetrate the hearts of the people. I had to find another method. It would be best to mobilize the discussion and thinking of the common people." Dahuan common people He loves to listen to operas, so Shen Yu thought of incorporating this method into operas, and then the troupe would sing them to the common people.
Shang Junlin roughly flipped through the playbook, and now it is only a rough outline of the story. He is familiar with the handwriting on the playbook, which is gloomy.
"Ah Yu has a heart." After reading the story, Shang Junlin only felt that the story was just right, and the disaster relief was throughout, linking the whole story together, and all the things that happened in the play all happened around it.
What's more, Shen Yu also wrote in the matter that someone might maliciously misinterpret the meaning of the court, and thoughtful, even if someone really wants to make trouble by then, the first reaction will be the villain in the opera.
Shen Yu was almost too busy, and it happened to be meal time, so he asked the troupe a few more words, and left with Shang Junlin.
"I was scared to death just now," the woman in Tsing Yi patted her chest, "Your Majesty is here, I dare not even vent my breath."
"I didn't expect that the first time I met the saint was under such circumstances." The slightly older man said with emotion that their troupe was dedicated to serving the royal family. It's not easy to have fun, so the theater troupe is completely idle.
He took over the position of troupe leader from his master after the new emperor ascended the throne. He thought he could make a big splash and make the troupe flourish, but the fact is that the troupe has been silent in his hands until now.
The head of the class called the people below to continue preparing for the new play. This is their only chance. Whether they can make a good comeback depends on this time.
"It's our honor that you are willing to give us this opportunity. Everyone cheer up and make sure this matter is done to perfection and live up to your expectations!"
"yes!"
Those who can enter this troupe, who is not ambitious, can be enjoyed by the royal family, must be the best troupe in the capital. They didn't have this opportunity before, but now they have it. They must perform well and not lose the reputation of the troupe.
When Eunuch Meng left and returned, the head teacher asked nervously, "I don't know what orders Eunuch Meng has?"
Although they seldom entered and left the palace, they still knew that Eunuch Meng was the number one celebrity around the emperor.
"I don't dare to give you an order, but His Majesty asked our family to come and tell me that after you have finished transcribing the transcript given by your lord, remember to hand over the original to His Majesty." Eunuch Meng smiled kindly.
"I got it, little one." It turned out that it was because of this incident, the class leader was relieved.
"It must be done as soon as possible. Your Majesty doesn't like your lord's things left in other people's hands for too long." Eunuch Meng emphasized.
"Yes, yes." The class leader wiped the sweat from his forehead and watched Eunuch Meng leave.
"Team leader, why does Your Majesty suddenly want to take the script back?" The man in pink came over with a puzzled look on his face.
"Don't worry about so much, find someone with good handwriting, and copy down the playbook first." After just a while, the class master was enough for the class master to see how much His Majesty cares about this noble gentleman, and will take back the playbook written by your own hand Not surprising.
"Let me come, it just happens to deepen my understanding of the role." The man in pink volunteered.
One of the protagonists he plays has a lot of roles, and he really needs to know the script very well. The cast leader hesitated for a moment and agreed.
The man in pink joyfully hugged the playbook and went to transcribe it.
The others looked enviously at the back of the man in pink. They were all re-trained in the theater troupe. They had never entered the palace, let alone seen the nobles in the palace.
"Before coming, the masters in the class told us to be more careful after entering the palace. If we are not careful, we will make mistakes. When the time comes, it will be a small thing if we have an accident. It is not an exaggeration to apologize to the theater troupe with death. As a result, I was very nervous all the time, and only after I came here did I realize that it was completely different from what the masters said."
The young man who spoke was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a immature face that had not faded away, and clear eyes.
"Me too. When entering the palace, I have to be careful with every step I take, for fear that if I take a wrong step, my nervous heart will stop when I wait to see your lord."
"Only after seeing you, you realize that you are not at all the same as the nobles that the masters talk about. They are approachable and don't put on airs. If there is something we don't understand, we will explain it to us."
"I just had the courage to ask you a question, your voice is really nice." The young man who spoke laughed.
"I shouldn't have hesitated for a while just now, otherwise I would have been able to ask you questions."
"It doesn't matter, your lord will definitely come again in the future, we still have a chance!"
"Your gentleman is beautiful, has a nice voice, and is talented, so it's no wonder that he will be favored forever."
"I'm so envious of Nan Qiao. He asked you a lot of questions today, and you answered them all for him. Now he can still write scripts. I want to..."
"Who doesn't want to, but our handwriting is indeed not as good as Nan Qiao's."
"When the head teacher asked us to practice calligraphy well, we shouldn't be lazy."
The others nodded in agreement. Today's experience has fully demonstrated that it is really important to write well.
Before the new play is finished, they all need to live here. Considering that most of the arrivals are young, Shen Yu specially ordered the kitchen to cook some delicious food for them.
After Shen Yu entered the palace, the skills of the royal chefs in the palace skyrocketed. Among other things, they can be said to be handy in cooking gourmet food.
According to Shen Yu's instructions, the delicious food eaten by the theater troupe in the palace is far inferior to that outside.
"Master came to the palace before, did the food taste so delicious?"
After the huge table was finished, the overfed teenagers slumped themselves on the chairs, becoming more and more curious about the senior in the palace.
The middle-aged man who was called Master was silent for a while: "No, these should be specially ordered by your lord."
In the eyes of the nobles, they are just servants after all, and their food is not much better than that of the palace people, how can they be treated like they are now.
It's no secret that Shen Yu summoned an actor to enter Yuzhang Palace. Although he didn't know what Shen Yu's purpose was, the minister frowned when he heard the news.
"How can your majesty be so nonsense, at the time of the severe drought in Subei, you still indulge your lord to have fun?"
"Your Majesty has favored the son of Beihou's family for a day or two. If you don't like it, you can play impeachment."
"Now who dares to impeach this matter, you don't even have to look at it. What happened to the former speech officials now? Those who impeached the most ruthlessly have long since disappeared from the court."
"Could it be that His Majesty is allowed to mess around like this? What does the Prime Minister think?"
"Has your majesty ignored government affairs or what? Has your majesty called the troupe into the palace to affect government affairs? Has your majesty indulged in enjoyment and ignored political affairs? Your majesty has been in the palace for so long, but did you do something harmful to Dahuan?" ?”
The prime minister's series of questions stunned the ministers, and he said, "...no."
"Isn't that enough? I said that you are also idle. You are staring at the harem all day long. Have you finished your government affairs? Have you understood the specific measures for donations? Don't ask me to teach you by hand. !" The prime minister, who was going crazy, really couldn't understand these people who were not doing business.
Several officials blushed when they were asked, and went back to busy with their own affairs with their heads down.
Yuzhang Palace.
After finishing the meal, Shen Yu lay on Shang Junlin's lap to read the script. The script was bought from outside the palace. After knowing Shen Yu's preferences, every month there would be a palace official responsible for purchasing the latest script for Shen Yu. After half a year , I have read all the books in the palace collection that can be read by Shen Yu as a storybook.
"When I went to the small theater, what was Ayu talking to that girl in pink?"
Shen Yu was just seeing something interesting, when she was interrupted, she froze for a moment: "What woman in pink?"
After asking the question, I realized what Shang Junlin was asking, and explained with a smile: "That is a man, but his frame is smaller and his stature is shorter. He is one of the main characters, and he is asking me something about the drama. .”
"There are so many people, why is he the only one asking you? If you can't understand, just change someone else." Shang Junlin twisted a gloomy strand of hair and wrapped it around his fingertips.
"Why is Your Majesty so unreasonable?" Shen Yu raised his head and looked at him with great interest, "Your Majesty only saw him alone. Before His Majesty came down, there were many other people who asked me questions. According to Your Majesty, don't these people all To be replaced?"
After thinking about the scene, Shang Junlin pursed his lips.
Shen Yu raised his hand and poked Shang Junlin's chin: "Is Your Majesty angry?"
"I don't have one. I will accompany you next time when I go there." Shang Junlin knows how good his Ayu is. It is normal for such a good Ayu to be liked by many people. He just has a An unpleasant feeling of being peeped at by others for one's own treasures.
"Aren't you angry?" Shen Yu raised her head and asked.
"No, I'm not going to get angry with Ah Yu for this kind of thing." Shang Junlin denied.
"Okay~" Shen Yu intentionally dragged out his tone, "I wanted to kiss His Majesty if His Majesty was angry, since His Majesty is not angry..."
"I'm angry," Shang Junlin suddenly interrupted the gloomy words, "Ah Yu, I'm angry."
"Hahaha," Shen Yu laughed tremblingly on Shang Junlin's lap, "Your Majesty said just now that you shouldn't be angry about such things."
"I said I wouldn't be angry with Ah Yu, but I didn't say I wouldn't be angry with other people." Seeing that scene, the violence in Shang Junlin's heart could hardly be suppressed. Of course he wouldn't blame Ah Yu, he wouldn't Being angry with Ah Yu, he only blamed those who deliberately approached Ah Yu.
If it wasn't for Shen Yu who discovered his arrival and stopped him immediately, Shang Junlin didn't know if he would do anything.
The violence in his heart can only be healed by depression.
Shang Junlin looked gloomy, the affection in his eyes was like thick ink that could not be melted away, his pupils were originally pitch black, when he looked at a person so intently, there was the reflection of that person in his eyes, as if he was about to People suck it in.
He looked at Shen Yu, and slowly stopped laughing. He could feel the emotion in Shang Junlin's eyes that almost drowned him. He propped himself up with one hand, hooked Shang Junlin's neck with the other, and approached slowly.
"Then I will kiss Your Majesty, please don't be angry, okay?"