I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Alas..." A heavy sigh came from the teahouse.

Xiao Er brewed a pot of good tea, watched Er Ye Hu, who always liked to brag to outsiders, sitting on the chair and moaned alone, and said with a smile: "Er Ye, what's wrong with you today? Why not?" Are you just sighing while talking?"

That Hu Erye shook his head dejectedly: "Oh... boy, I'm afraid I haven't heard of it yet, our Wan Anbo has a new work. Opera! Have you heard of it?"

Xiao Er shook his head, and a person at the next table answered, "Yesterday, I heard someone say that it was a new style created by Master Hou. A group of people sang a story on stage, which is called a vivid one. And ah... Even if you are illiterate, watching this opera will give you a sense of mortal spirit."

"Is there such a thing?" Another tea guest asked immediately.

Hu Erye gave a blank look: "Just wait, the news will spread soon."

After finishing speaking, Second Master Hu sighed again: "Hey... Zhongjing, what a fool! In the past, when Lord Hou was here, Zhongjing would come first. , we are also this..."

As he said that, Hu Erye gave a thumbs up, but soon his expression became gloomy again.

"Nowadays, there are operas, and we in Zhongjing have to wait in line like those dilapidated ones."

"Eastern Cang City must be established first, so we can follow suit!"

"Where is our Zhongjing City? The capital of goodness! When have you been wronged like this, you have to follow behind. But this time, you really have to follow behind."

"Old Hu, I feel bad in my heart!"

"That... that... that's the Wan Amber in the hearts of our old Young Masters in Zhongjing! Go ahead and scan and listen, it's all over the world, now that's all you can say, even if you have two princes, it's the most easy to say That's our Wan Amber too. Did you hear that? We!"

"Originally... Originally... It was time for us Zhongjing people to pat their chests and say: Xiqu, from Zhongjing!"

"Now, it's gone..."

"Hey--"

Hu Erye's last sentence was a deep sigh, mixed with a hint of crying. Almost at the same time, all the tea customers in the teahouse, listening to Hu Erye's words, suddenly felt that the tea in the cup was not fragrant, and sighed in unison. ——

"Ugh……"

...

"Alas..." In the Linglong Building, Han Sanniang felt upset when she heard Hua Kui babbling.

"All right, all right, stop singing." Han Sanniang waved her hand, turned her head to look at Liu Jingzhuang who was pouring her own drink, and sighed: "Hey, my good Ci sage, please hold your hands high and write another song for Linglonglou. Let's sing."

"During this period of time, these songs were repeated over and over again, and the guests were tired of listening to them."

"That is to say, relying on a few songs from you and Wuhou, and supporting the stage, I, Linglonglou, barely still have the title of the head of the brothel. If it goes down, it may not be certain."

Liu Jingzhuang smiled slightly: "San Niang, you are begging the wrong person."

Han Sanniang was taken aback: "Master Ci Sheng, what do you mean?"

Liu Jingzhuang said: "Go and find my Brother Chen Xian!"

Han Sanniang smiled wryly after hearing the words: "Liu Daru, don't make fun of me as an old bustard. Marquis Wu is far away from Dongcang, thousands of miles away. Whenever he has a new song, it will be spread all over the world. I, Linglong Louna It's not even new!"

Liu Jingzhuang nodded to Han Sanniang: "You, haven't you heard that old saying? If the mountain doesn't come, it's me, and if I go, it's the mountain."

At any rate, Han Sanniang was also a talented woman back then, otherwise she would not be able to sit firmly in the position of the head of Linglong Building. She instantly understood Liu Jingzhuang's meaning and smiled: "Mr. Will you give me a special poem for Linglonglou?"

"You can't let me move Linglong Tower to Dongcang City!"

"Why not?" Liu Jingzhuang tossed a Jade Slip to Han Sanniang, Han Sanniang took the Jade Slip, probed it slightly, and his expression changed drastically.

"This... an opera?"

""The Consort"?"

"Heavenly rain and millet! Watching a play makes me feel like a human being!"

"theater!"

Han Sanniang looked up at Liu Jingzhuang in shock.

Liu Jingzhuang continued to pour himself a glass of wine: "Brother Chen Xian wrote to me yesterday, mentioning that in the next few months, there will be at least a hundred thousand people pouring into Dongcang City, and there will be a steady stream."

"His newly built theater urgently needs musicians who are good at playing and actors who are good at singing."

"Sanniang, how about it? Would you like to go to Dongcang City to open up the world again?"

"Entertaining people with sex is just a way to play dirty."

"Wouldn't it be beautiful to educate everyone on the stage?"

The Jade Slip in Han Sanniang's hand fell to the ground with a clatter. At this moment, her heart was disturbed.

Although Linglong Building said that it is not a skin business, and most of the girls in the building are nobles, but in the final analysis, it is still a business of selling jokes.

All in all it's disrespectful.

But go to Dongcang?

What about Zhongjing?

What if the millennium inheritance of Linglong Building is broken in my own hands?

Liu Jingzhuang didn't seem to notice Han Sanniang's state, poured another glass of wine, filled it up, pushed the wine glass in front of Han Sanniang, and said softly: "If in the future, the world's operas are exquisite, this will last forever!"

Han Sanniang was startled, and suddenly came to her senses, she immediately drank the wine that Liu Jingzhuang handed over, saluted Liu Jingzhuang solemnly for the first time, stood beside the elegant room's bed, and shouted——

"Girls!"

"Clean it up!"

"Let's go to Dongcang—"

Liu Jingzhuang got up slowly: "Very well, it's time to go to the next one."

Should I go to Manfang Pavilion first? Or Yutanglou?

Anyway, it's either "the world's operas come out of Manfang", or "the world's operas come out of Yutang"!

Liu Jingzhuang, you are awesome!

On that day, the Eight Great Brothels in Zhongjing City drove northwards, heading towards the way of opera, and later generations have poems praising it——

The eight brothels broke into Dongcang,

Opera has a long history.

How many things are there in a square inch of the world,

After singing love and hate, sing Yanliang.

...

Two flowers bloom, each representing a branch.

Leaving aside the changes in the brothels in the capital for the time being, the major aristocratic families are also busy at this time.

the first.

"Where is the fourth daughter-in-law? Hurry up, let her clean up."

"Father, Qing'er is still three months pregnant, don't let her torment!"

"You know what a fart! The sky is raining in Dongcang City! Do you understand, the sky is raining!"

"As long as she can be born in Dongcang City, the child in Qing'er's womb may be favored by Heavenly Dao!"

"Don't say anything, go and find out, who else in our branch is pregnant, all of them will be transferred to the direct line, and sent to Dongcang City together."

"Go do it!"

second home.

"Where's the girl? Where are the noisy little girls in the house?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, the old man has a divination. As soon as "The Son-in-Law" comes out, there will be a big girl in Dongcang City."

"Hurry up and get some luck!"

"The old man has newly established family rules. The girls from my Hua family who are going to Dongcang City are only recruiting, not marrying!"

"Go do it!"

third house.

"Five million taels?"

"This little money is not enough! The second brother wrote to say that the good locations in Dongcang City have been snapped up like crazy."

"Hurry up, sell the Heavenly Dao crystals accumulated at home for two yuan... no, three yuan, and then withdraw a little from the public Curry, and make up 10 million taels to give to my second brother!"

"Hurry up, we must strike before those real families."

"Hurry up, I heard that Dongcang City Lord's Mansion is considering purchase restrictions and number lottery!"

"By the way, the second brother said that Dongcang City is in short supply of supplies. It would be more valuable to exchange the five million taels of ten million taels for supplies."

"Why are you still standing there?"

"Go do it!"

...

Inside Dongcang City.

It's been the third day since the performance of "The Son-in-Law". Luo Hongnu leads a group of entertainers for five or six performances every day, and is extremely busy. In Dongcang City today, almost everyone can hum a few words, "To save Li Lang left his home, who would have expected to be number one in the imperial list..."

Qin Dangguo and Yang Nanzhong were also extremely busy.

In addition to managing the newly entered population and making overall arrangements in all aspects, the Zhengshitang is constantly setting up a new policy department and constantly improving the administrative system of the entire Dongcang City.

The same goes for Yang Nanzhong, in addition to being responsible for city security and patrolling and rescue in Daye Ridge, he also had to arrange a team of people to stay in the theater specially to deal with the emotionally agitated audience.

The vague feeling of oppression in the sky above Dongcang City has long since dissipated, and now the citizens just hope that when the theater rounds are over quickly, they can watch "The Consort" again!

It's just a pity that the people brought in like flowing water will let them know that there is no hope in the short term.

With the presence of wealthy families, the number of private commissions for Zhengshitang also increased, sharing the pressure of many cities. The construction of the luxurious mansions also started, and at the same time, the brick and tile houses of the common people were not to be outdone, and Dongcang City finally saw a glimpse of the atmosphere of a big city.

But the person behind all this, the pride of Dongcang City, Marquis Wu Chen Luo, is sitting in the study at this time, frowning as he reads Wanrencheng's letter.

"The barbarians are calling, why are you writing a play!"

"Is "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" finished?"

"Has Liu Bei become king?"

"A bunch of illiterate rough guys, it's fine if they can't get angry, you don't care what they do!"

"Wouldn't it be nice to write more fierce generals and get more Chibi?"

"Update quickly, or the military law!"

"I heard that there is rain in the sky in Dongcang City? There are some good seedlings in the army, so I will send them to you."

"You can arrange whatever you want, just don't kill me!"

Chen Luo pouted.

The soldier became more and more impolite towards him.

Art, understand?

It is said that the original article "Reckless Man" made me understand Zhang Fei's charm!

Do you know "Dingjun Mountain"?

Have you heard of "Jiamengguan"?

The Three Kingdoms Opera is a major repertoire in Peking Opera.

Don't beg me then!

Oh, and even the letter sent a hundred carts of supplies? It's the boss, it's okay.

Soldiers are right! Every word is pearls, every sentence is kind!

Chen Luo was educated.

But having said that, Chen Luo doesn't plan to spend any more time on opera. For the time being, "The Female Concubine" is enough, and one show can hold more than a thousand people, which is enough for Dongcang to rotate for half a year.

I still have to return to the day of renewal.

Chen Luo spread out the paper and continued writing "Three Kingdoms".

A few days ago, I finished writing the chapter of "Three Qi Zhou Yu". This great talent in history, the stepping stone in the book, only left a lament of "Ji Sheng Yu, He Sheng Liang", and ended his short life.

But the Three Kingdoms is like this, one flower dies, one flower blooms, so you don't have time to sigh.

In the last chapter, Wolong hangs Zhou Gongjin in mourning.

In the next chapter, the fierce generals will travel thousands of miles.

Chen Luo picked up a pen and wrote on the paper——

"Ma Meng raised his troops to avenge his hatred, Cao A concealed his beard and abandoned his robe"!

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