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As early as the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Jiangxi was a theater paradise.

Zhou Deqing, a native of Jiangxi, single-handedly formulated the "Central Plains Rhyme" and ended the chaos in Yuan opera creation. He is known as the "ancestor of Yun Yun".

Wei Liangfu, a native of Jiangxi, absorbed the local opera tunes of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, improved the singing method of Kunshan tune, and created a new style of singing. He is known as the "originator of Kunqu Opera".

Tang Xianzu, a native of Jiangxi, was a great opera master of his generation and needs no further elaboration.

Fei Songnian has two major hobbies in his life: one is food and the other is opera.

He is nearly eighty years old and his body is as fat as a ball. He has nothing else to enjoy except eating and listening to the opera every day.

"Several curves spread across the mountain, and the remaining eyebrows are dark and dark. Why can't the soft intestines turn in the quilt..."

Fei Songnian was half lying on a chair, tapping his fat belly with his fingers, and singing along with the female actors on the stage.

As he sang, his mouth felt dry, and he gently raised a finger, and the slave immediately put the spout of the teapot over.

Moistening his throat, Fei Songnian continued to shake his head.

"Master, master, it's not good!" A domestic slave rushed over in panic.

Fei Songnian frowned and said: "The ancestral house is on fire? Why do you dare to disturb me while listening to the show? Just stand there and wait for me to finish listening to the show. This is such a big deal!"

The slave was waiting anxiously, but he couldn't hold it back anyway. He unfolded the big-character poster and held it in front of Fei Songnian: "Master, let's take a look first."

Fei Songnian glanced curiously, his eyes suddenly widened, he struggled to sit up, grabbed it in his hand and read it carefully.

As I read it, I suddenly felt my blood surge and I almost fainted.

He had a son in his sixties, so he had doubts in his heart. However, as my son gets older, he looks more and more like me when he was a child, and he finally feels at ease.

And he is proud of it and boasts that his sword never grows old!

But this big-character poster said that his wife Zhang seduced her grandnephew. If he is really the descendant of a grandnephew, it seems normal to look like him. After all, the descendants of the Fei family are from the same lineage.

Fei Songnian was trembling all over and asked: "Where did this thing come from!"

The slave replied: "Put it on the pillar of the three-person pavilion."

Sanrengefang!

Sanrengefang!

That was the archway specially built in the most lively area in order to show off the majesty of the Fei family and announce that the family had a chief assistant!

In the entire Qianshan County, it is the place with the most people.

The article about my wife seducing my grandnephew was actually posted in Sanrengefang. Could it be that it was seen by merchants from several provinces in the south of the Yangtze River?

"boom!"

Fei Songnian suddenly collapsed and rolled from his chair to the floor. His ears and nose were bleeding, and his pupils gradually became dilated.

"master!"

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Go and call the doctor quickly, the master has fainted!"

It is not easy for a fat man who is nearly eighty years old to survive to this age. At this moment, high blood pressure has directly caused a cerebral hemorrhage.

Before the doctor was called, Fei Songnian had already passed away.

Whether it was Zhao Han or Pang Chunlai, they never thought that they would actually make people angry to death on the spot.

"Master, master, how can I live if you die!"

Mrs. Zhang came over after hearing the news and lay there crying. Behind her stood classmate Fei Yuanjian, the bully of the private school.

Fei Yuanjian, on the other hand, had no sense of grief. There was a huge age difference between him and his father, and he had been carefully raised by a wet nurse since he was a child. Moreover, the father spent all day in the theater troupe, and the father and son rarely even had time to eat together.

Fei Yuanjian subconsciously scanned the crowd and found that the domestic slaves around him were looking at him with strange eyes.

Yes, I should cry, otherwise it would be unfilial.

"Daddy, daddy..." Fei Yuanjian rushed over and cried loudly. Unfortunately, his acting skills were so poor that not only could he not squeeze out tears at all, but even his expression of grief seemed very stiff.

Suddenly, Mrs. Zhang stood up and pointed at the stage: "They are all these despicable idiots. They only sing operas all day long. They have seduced my soul and now even my life. Come on, take them away from me." I will collect all the money that the master defrauded, and then I will beat them out!"

Fei Songnian had a total of eight concubines in his life, seven of which were actors. Zhang had already endured this for decades.

Fei Songnian was usually very kind to the actors, and the entire troupe regarded him as a relative and elder. At this moment, many actors were surrounding him crying.

They were crying sincerely, not only because Fei Songnian died unexpectedly, but also because they couldn't find such a good family in the future.

But Zhang's words made all the actors dumbfounded. How could they return to the past practice of rewarding money?

The domestic slaves immediately went out and beat the actors with sticks, forcing them to hand over their money quickly.

"Wow! Wuwuwuwu..."

Mrs. Zhang lay down again and continued to cry sadly.

Her personal maid finally brought a big-character poster and reminded her in a low voice: "Madam, don't cry in a hurry. Take a look at this first."

Many domestic slaves covered their mouths and snickered, even feeling gloating.

Don't think that being from a rich family means you have a lot of manners and self-cultivation. Abuse of domestic slaves can be seen everywhere.

During the Jiangnan slave rebellion at the end of the Ming Dynasty, some slaves even killed their masters and took their masters' heads to the government to surrender. He said that he couldn't bear the humiliation and wanted to die with his master, which shows how much he was bullied in daily life.

Zhang didn't know the truth, so she wiped her tears and read it. Before she could finish reading the contents on the paper, she felt dizzy.

"The lady fainted too!"

The whole family was in a state of panic.

The actors took the opportunity to pack up and run away, and some domestic slaves also ran back to their master's house, stole some gold and silver jewelry and hid them.

After all, Fei Yuanjian was young and couldn't understand the situation, so he curiously picked up the big-character poster.

Then, people are stupid.

Am I really not my biological child?

So who is my biological father?

Mrs. Zhang woke up quickly, and the first thing she said when she opened her eyes was to cry hoarsely: "I'm not alive anymore..."

She stood up and jumped into the pool under the stage, but was held tightly by her loyal house slave.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you jump in. The water in the pool can only cover your knees at most, so it's easy to catch a cold if it's too cold in winter.

…

Hekou Town, street teahouse.

"Have you heard? Grand Duke Fei's son is not his biological son!"

"Which Mr. Fei?"

"The one who was born very fat, whose family raised a theater troupe, and who had a son in his sixties."

"Hey, I've said it before, how can I still have a son when I'm over sixty?"

"Who is the adulterer?"

"It must be his family's slave."

"It's not a domestic slave, it's his grandnephew."

"Auntie and grandnephew? And they gave birth to a son?"

"Isn't it?"

"Oh, this is going to be like a thunderbolt!"

"More than that? Mrs. Zhang is over fifty years old. The last time I saw her at the dock, she was as fair as a young woman. She also wore makeup and powder and looked unruly. I heard that she not only seduced her grandnephew, but also I have an affair with my family’s troupe.”

"Tai-gong Fei is not a serious person. He often wears costumes and pretends to be a woman. Do you still remember that there was a temple fair at the beginning of the year? Tai-gong Fei came out wearing a woman's costume. I heard that he is a seductress, and he is over seventy years old. , having a heated fight with the men in the troupe.”

"I know, I know. There is a famous actor named Li Sheng. I heard that he often sleeps in the same bed with Mr. Fei and Mrs. Zhang."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it sounds dirty to your ears."

"..."

Hekou Town is very lively, and the streets and docks are buzzing with rumors, adding all sorts of extravagances.

Pang Chunlai's romantic articles are very summarized.

But those market communicators took the initiative to fill in the details and even identified several male protagonists, resulting in more than ten different versions.

The business travelers traveling from north to south were quite tired from the long journey, but this time they finally had something to talk about that made them excited.

There were also merchants who, when passing by the archway, sneered and spit.

My aunt seduced her grandnephew and gave birth to an evil son. She deserved to be struck by lightning!

The descendants of the Fei family, whether they were the main sect or the side clan, ran away quickly after hearing the news. They were embarrassed to be criticized in the town, and they all returned home to tell their elders about the matter.

…

Hanzhu Academy.

Fei Yuanlu looked at the big-character poster stupidly, first furious, then gloomy, and finally scolded: "This Pang Weiran is indeed not a good person. I wasted my kindness in taking him in!"

"Chief, I heard that there are more than a dozen stickers posted all over the academy. Do you want to send someone to take them back?" the servant reminded.

Fei Yuanlu looked depressed: "Can we get back the words in black and white, and get back the rumors? Since it was posted in the academy, it must have been posted in Hekou Town as well."

Fei Yuanlu went straight to Fei Yinghuan's room and knocked on the door for a long time. Wei Jianxiong came out and opened the door. Young Master Fei was still dressing inside and yawning.

"It's three o'clock in the morning, is Mei Zhong still sleeping?" Fei Yuanlu said with a cold face.

Meizhong and Dazhao are both Fei Yinghuan's nicknames.

Fei Yinghuan chuckled and said, "Uncle, don't blame me. My nephew was wasted reading last night."

Fei Yuanlu handed over the big-character poster: "Let's take a look at the beauty."

Fei Yinghuan was originally drowsy, but after reading two paragraphs, he immediately became energetic. He couldn't help but praise: "What a literary talent! It seems simple and straightforward, but it is like a novelist's ambiguity. Just a few words can make people think."

Is this a matter of literary talent?

Fei Yuanlu felt black lines on his forehead.

Fei Yuanlu wanted to kick such an out-of-touch junior. He suppressed his anger and ordered Wei Jianxiong: "Go out first and close the door."

Wei Jianxiong led the door out, and there were only two people left in the room.

Fei Yuanlu said: "This ridiculous rumor has probably spread throughout Hekou Town."

Even Fei Yinghuan's character couldn't help but be dumbfounded and exclaimed: "Fei's name may be resounding throughout the south of the Yangtze River!"

"What's resounding throughout the south of the Yangtze River? You are the only one in the Yingzi generation. Can you be more serious in your words?" Fei Yuanlu felt very tired.

Fei Yinghuan sat by the bed and put on his shoes slowly, and said with a smile: "My nephew, if he is more serious, can he stop the spread of rumors? Mrs. Qianshan Fei, are there not enough scandals? I see that the commotion is over, so I can take this opportunity." Clean up the family style."

Fei Yuanlu showed approval: "Although Mei Zhong has a frivolous personality, she is worthy of being the great horse of my Fei family, and her thoughts are exactly what I want."

"Uncle, please speak clearly." Fei Yinghuan was still slowly putting on his shoes.

Fei Yuanlu said: "If you want to rectify the Fei family tradition, you should start with rectifying Hanzhu Academy. If you want to rectify Hanzhu Academy, you should take back the academic fields and academic properties that have been occupied by various clans. Looking at the world's rich and powerful families, how can there be any occupation? My own school? That’s so shameless! Will Meizhong help me?"

Fei Yinghuan smiled and said: "My nephew is used to taking his time, so I'm afraid he won't be able to help much."

"Mei Zhong can be the deputy director of Hanzhu Academy." Fei Yuanlu immediately made a bid.

Fei Yinghuan said with a mournful face: "Uncle, I really don't want to take care of my nephew. There are too many messy things in the clan. Once you get involved, you will never be clean."

Fei Yuanlu said: "My old uncle (Fei Songnian) has brought shame on the Fei family, so he must give an explanation to the clan. He has a good shop in the mouth of the river. I wonder if Mei Zhong takes a fancy to it?"

"Uncle, don't say more. Is your nephew like that?"

Fei Yinghuan looked angry, and immediately said without hesitation: "Since my uncle wants to rectify the family tradition, my nephew should help him!"