The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

? Zhou Houzhao thinks that Fang Jifan's laugh is very low.

So he didn't laugh.

Zhu Houzhao still has a deep feeling about the great grandmother's feelings.

After all, if it weren't for the great grandmother, if he wanted to come, he would have been beaten to death by his father.

He was sitting with his hands on his cheeks, and a good face, squeezed together, turned into a pig's head.

Fang Jifan sat across from him and said with a smile: "Mother Empress Dowager, does she love to listen to drama?"

Zhu Houzhao listened, and the chicken nodded like a peck.

Fang Jifan patted his thigh: "It's really no effort to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere. I just need to find such a friend."

"What?"

Zhu Houzhao was shocked.

Fang Jifan's eyes brightened: "We can sing opera."

Zhu Houzhao froze: "We ... can we sing?"

Fang Jifan encouraged him: "The important thing is not the drama, but who the singer is. His prince sang personally, which shows his filial piety."

Zhu Houzhao nodded as if he didn't understand: "It took a lot of time for the great-grandmother to like it? But ... If I go to sing, the father and the emperor will be violent."

Fang Jifan felt with emotion that this empress dowager was kind, she was at this age, and she didn't know when Xianyou was. She treated herself well, so let her smile.

People are anti-Bomei smiles.

And Fang Jifan is a three-legged person who has the blood of the lofty moral mission to resist evil and vulgarity.

Fang Jifanbo is the old man smile.

Because of life, filial piety is first. Treating the elderly kindly is a matter of course.

And ... Fang Jifan feels that in the future, he may have to ask the old lady to do a great favor, which is related to his own well-being.

Fang Jifan said: "Then let's hurry ... practice."

"Slowly, slowly, I'll find a troupe first. Well, a Huiju troupe, a Kunju troupe, and ... I have to think about it."

The reason why Peking Opera became popular all over the world was that it blended the strengths of dramas from all over the world, and finally it became a success.

The essence of Peking opera two hundred years later is born out of the current drama.

Therefore, it is necessary to change the vocal tone and tone, as well as the story.

But the operas are still easy to find, especially those with good skills, and they often blend well. Fang Jifan can't do everything fine, but the most important thing is to give people a try.

The biggest advantage of Peking Opera is more than that.

There are also costume props, which have gradually derived the stage effect. In this era of poor entertainment, it is a rare entertainment that spends time.

Of course, the most outstanding feature of this Beijing opera is its lyrics.

These are all stories that have been refined and polished after centuries of opera culture.

Every track is very touching.

Therefore, the essence of Peking Opera lies in the story. Behind every moving story, it is enough to make you cry.

After all, the people of the previous life have already been invaded by countless high-quality and inferior, classic or rough stories. Therefore, people are numb to the story. Many people read the joke, support it without saying it, and still scold the author. People directly lower the level of social morality and make morality decline ...

In this day and age, a classic and popular story is enough to move people's hearts.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath: "His Royal Highness, you prepare the clothes, I make a style, you quickly take the weaver and sew all the clothes out, by the way, when will Niang Niang be longevity."

"Forty days left."

"I'm in a hurry." Fang Jifan took a deep breath: "But don't hurry, even if you don't do well, the most important thing is your heart."

Fang Jifan said, and slipped out: "I'm going to the drama team."

The opera team is ready-made. Fang Jifan directly asks people to find the most famous team in Jingli. He also needs to find a famous corner. After he has a candidate in mind, he will post a post to limit his report to Xishan before three o'clock tomorrow morning.

Perhaps it was because of Fang Jifan ’s wide-ranging friendship. Early in the morning, the famous actors in Jingli came all together. The only thing that was missing was that the ‘Tsing Yi’ and ‘Hua Dan’ were difficult to find.

This Beijing opera is always a man's opera. As for why women are not allowed to sing, it's probably because women's opera is almost like falling into fireworks.

Fang Jifan simply asked the woman who sang the opera to take charge of this "Qing Yi" and "Hua Dan".

Time is pressing.

This track was quickly selected, and then, the lyrics were copied and distributed to each corner, so that they would be familiar with the recitation first.

Fang Jifan taught them to hang their throats, although Fang Jifan's own singing is not good, but it can be roughly, so that the horns can understand the intention.

Some busy.

Seeing, in this winter.

Zhu Zaimo followed Liu Jie to read the book, so he sat here at the high threshold, supported his cheeks, watched Fang Jifan as a general, commanded the rehearsal, and arrested people for a while. , Babbling humming, "You ... uncle!"

"I ... fight ... not die you ..."

"You old P-share!"

He talked, and then he was happy, uncle really fragrant.

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Early in the morning, Zhu Houzhao babbled in the cold wind with a dry horn.

Zhu Houzhao is the protagonist.

No, it should be called niche.

He has a loud voice, and he has a different appearance.

Liu Jin was eating jerky, and was also hanging by his throat. Suddenly, the thick voice spewed from his throat.

Sheng Sheng suppressed Zhu Houzhao's voice.

Lying ... Talent.

Fang Jifan swaggered tightly, grabbed Liu Jin: "Grandson, this old student, you come and try, sing to the vocal, come, come and put on my grandson, put on old clothes, let He tries. "

Liu Jin laughed: "Grandpa, can I really succeed?"

"Yes!" Fang Jifan said: "Although it looks ugly, it's not too tight. With makeup, ghosts don't recognize you."

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The birthday of the empress dowager is a great thing.

At least, for the emperor Hongzhi who had been feeling unwell this winter, he knew better than anyone that his great-grandmother had to come to an end sooner or later.

The child wants to raise but not to kiss.

Although, under the care of the empress dowager, he has entered middle age. Every morning, he can go to Renshou Palace to greet Zhou, but Emperor Hongzhi understands that such days will not be too long.

He sighed, and seemed to understand vaguely that, for others, it was only a deep object in the deep palace, but for Emperor Hongzhi, this ... is an era that is coming to an end.

He seemed restless, but he was determined to deal with this birthday.

Even if the old lady is just a little happier, and can relieve a little of the pain, the emperor Hongzhi is willing to devote all his thoughts.

In the palace, it was already a lantern.

Birthday is approaching.

It seems that the officials of the hundred officials also sensed the filial piety of His Majesty, so the officials of Liu Jian headed up and asked His Majesty to allow them to enter the palace on the day of their birthday.

Emperor Hongzhi hardly hesitated, and directly criticized Enzhun.

Emperor Hongzhi sometimes looked out of this window, the continuous snow, his eyes, always unconsciously began to ripple, the depth of the eyes seemed to reflect the good old days.

I have spent my carefree days in that time.

But now, although the memory is becoming clearer, he has moved away from himself quietly.

Emperor Hongzhi suddenly choked.

After a long time, Ouyang Zhi handed a veil to Emperor Hongzhi.

Emperor Hongzhi took it, wiped his tears, turned his back, his eyes were red, his nose flicked, and he barely smiled: "Time, how fast it passes, many things, as clear as yesterday, you see that snow Today, twenty years or thirty years ago, how could it be that such snow flakes flew like a waterfall? But ... "

He slowly bent down and sat back on the cushion, looking at the case, the pile of mountains played: "However, in the past, such as the white horse gap, the old man, the grandmother and her old man, also old."

Ouyang Zhi is silent, he is only a listener.

Emperor Hongzhi laughed: "Is it too wordy."

Ouyang Zhi thought about it and shook his head.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "One day, you will also feel this way."

"No." Ouyang Zhi said suddenly.

Emperor Hongzhi gave him a suspicious look.

Ouyang Zhidao said: "The parents and parents died prematurely. Among the elders, there is only the mentor. The mentor is still young. Even if it is a sigh, it should be the confession of the mentor."

Emperor Hongzhi's face was soothing: "Yeah, I don't know, it's Qing's luck, or maybe it's Qing's misfortune."

He lowered his head and mentioned Zhubi. It wasn't too late. He picked up the play and tried to concentrate, and began to watch. "

For a long time, he suddenly raised his eyes, and there was another tear in the corner of his eyes, but suddenly said: "What is the Prince doing?"

"..." Ouyang Zhi did not answer.

Emperor Hongzhi was not in a hurry.

He is accustomed to Ouyang Zhi slow.

So he waited slowly.

Even he sometimes thinks in his heart that Ouyang Zhi is really a minister bestowed by God. With him on his body, if he is in a hurry, he will gradually calm down because of his calmness, so as not to make mistakes under the hurry Judgment.

But after a long wait, Ouyang Zhi still did not answer ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This time, it seems that the wait is a bit long.

It seems to have entered standby mode.

Emperor Hongzhi suddenly understood.

Ouyang Qing's family is also taboo for His Holiness.

Emperor Hongzhi gritted his teeth: "What is he tossing again? Horse riding? Archery? Or beating my emperor's grandson? Isn't he scolding me, what's that?"

Ouyang still has no expression on his face.

Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "When can I grow up, when can I know the weight, how anxious in my heart, and know that his great-grandmother has reached the point of running out of light. He still knows nothing He only cares about himself, but he does not know how much his great-grandmother loved him so much. How can he raise his heart and flesh at this time, and have other leisure. "

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Chapter 4 is delivered.