Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Zhu Houzhao felt that Fang Jifan's smile was very low.

So I didn't laugh.

Zhu Houzhao still has deep feelings for his great-grandmother.

After all, if it wasn't for my great-grandmother, I would have been beaten to death by my father long ago.

He was sitting with his hands propped on his cheeks, his perfectly formed face squeezed together into a pig's head shape.

Fang Jifan sat opposite him, and said with a smile: "The Empress Dowager, does she like to listen to opera?"

When Zhu Houzhao heard it, he nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Fang Jifan slapped his thigh: "It's really easy to find nowhere to find. I just need to find such a bosom friend."

"What?"

Zhu Houzhao was taken aback.

Fang Jifan's eyes lit up: "We can sing."

Zhu Houzhao was taken aback: "We... can we sing?"

Fang Jifan encouraged him: "The important thing is not the drama, but who is singing. His Royal Highness sings it himself, which shows His Royal Highness's filial piety."

Zhu Houzhao nodded half-understanding: "It took a lot of effort to make my great-grandmother like it? But... if I go to sing an opera, my father will definitely be furious."

Fang Jifan sighed in his heart, the empress dowager is kind, she is at this age, she doesn't know when she will be immortal, she treats herself well, why not just let her smile.

People are anti-Bo beauty smile.

And Fang Jifan is a man of three calibers, and what flows in his body is the blood that resists vulgarity and has a lofty moral mission.

What Fang Jifan knows is the smile of the old man.

Just because of life, filial piety is the first. Treating the elderly well is a matter of course.

And...Fang Jifan felt that in the future, he might have to ask this old lady for a big favor, which was related to his well-being.

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

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'll find a troupe first, um, an Anhui opera troupe, a Kunqu opera troupe, and... I have to think about it."

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

The essence of Peking Opera two hundred years later was born out of the current drama.

Therefore, it is necessary to change the singing, tone, and story.

But opera actors are still easy to find, especially those who have a solid foundation, they can often comprehend everything, Fang Jifan naturally can't be meticulous in everything, but the most important thing is to give people a taste.

The biggest advantage of Peking Opera is not only this.

There are also costumes and props, which have gradually derived the effect of the stage. In this era of poor entertainment, it is a rare entertainment to pass the time.

Of course, the most brilliant thing about this Beijing opera is its libretto.

These are all stories that have been continuously revised and polished after inheriting the opera culture for hundreds of years.

Every track is very touching.

Therefore, the essence of Peking Opera lies in the story, and behind every moving story is enough to make the listener cry.

After all, people in the last life have long been invaded by countless high-quality and bad-quality, classic or rough stories. Therefore, people are numb to the stories. People directly lower the moral level of society and make morality decline all the way...

But in this era, a classic and well-known story is enough to touch people's hearts.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath: "Your Highness, you prepare the clothes, I will make a pattern, you quickly bring the weavers, and sew all the clothes out, by the way, when is the birthday of Empress Zhou?"

"There are still forty days."

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

As Fang Jifan said, he slipped out: "I'm going to find the theater troupe."

The theater troupe is ready-made, Fang Jifan directly asked people to find the most famous troupe in Beijing, and he still needed to find a famous actor. After he had a candidate in mind, he posted a post to report to Xishan before tomorrow morning.

Perhaps because of Fang Jifan's wide-ranging good ties, all the famous actors in Beijing came early the next morning. The only fly in the ointment was that the dan roles 'Tsing Yi' and 'Hua Dan' were hard to find.

This Beijing opera is all sung by men. As for why women are not allowed to sing, it is probably because women's singing is almost like falling into fireworks.

Fang Jifan simply asked the girls who sang operas to take on the role of "Tsing Yi" and "Hua Dan".

Time is running out.

The repertoire was quickly selected, and then the libretto was copied and distributed to each actor so that they could familiarize themselves with it and recite it.

Fang Jifan taught them how to sing, although Fang Jifan's own singing is not very good, but generally, it is enough for the actors to understand the intention.

A lot of work.

Seeing, in this cold winter.

Zhu Zaimo followed Liu Jie to study, and sat on the high threshold, resting his chin, watching Fang Jifan directing the rehearsal like a general, and when he caught someone, he was scolded, the scolding was ugly, and he tried his best to open his mouth , babbling and humming: "You...uncle!"

"I... can't beat... you to death..."

"You old ass!"

As he talked, he was happy, uncle is really fragrant.

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Zhu Houzhao babbles every morning

In the cold wind, with a group of 'horns' hanging their throats.

Zhu Houzhao is the protagonist.

No, it should be called Xiaosheng.

His voice is loud, but he also has a good appearance.

Liu Jin ate the jerky, and also hung his throat beside him. Suddenly, the thick voice came out of his throat.

Shengsheng suppressed Zhu Houzhao's voice.

Fuck...talent.

Fang Jifan swished, wrapped himself tightly, and grabbed Liu Jin: "Grandson, old man, come and try, sing to the libretto, come, come, put makeup on my grandson, wear old man's clothes, let He tries."

Liu Jin just laughed: "God, can I really succeed?"

"Yes!" Fang Jifan said: "Although you are ugly, it's not too important. Even if you wear makeup, ghosts won't recognize you."

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The birthday of the empress dowager is a big deal.

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

The son wants to support but the relative does not wait.

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

He sighed, seeming to understand vaguely that for others, it was just a deep palace without a person to cling to, but for Emperor Hongzhi, this... was an era that was coming to an end.

He seemed restless, but determined to make a big deal about this birthday.

Even if the old lady is just happier and relieves a little pain, Emperor Hongzhi is willing to spend all his thoughts.

In the palace, there are already lights and festoons.

The birthday is approaching.

It seems that all the officials have also noticed His Majesty's filial piety, so the officials headed by Liu Jian went up and asked His Majesty to allow the officials to enter the palace to congratulate on their birthday.

Emperor Hongzhi hardly hesitated, and directly approved Zhu's approval.

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

My carefree days were spent during that time.

But now, although that memory became clearer and clearer, it was quietly far away from him.

Emperor Hongzhi suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

It took a long time for Ouyang Zhi to hand over a handkerchief to Emperor Hongzhi belatedly.

Emperor Hongzhi took it, wiped away his tears, turned his head, his eyes were reddish, his nose moved slightly, and he forced a smile: "Time flies so fast, many things are as clear as yesterday, look at that snow, in ten years Today, twenty or thirty years ago, how could it be that the snow flakes were flying like a waterfall? But..."

He slowly bent down and sat back on the soft cushion, looking at the pile of notes on the desk: "However, everything in the past is like a fleeting moment, I am old, and my grandmother is also old."

Ouyang Zhi was silent, he was only a listener.

Emperor Hongzhi laughed: "Isn't I being too wordy?"

Ouyang Zhi thought for a while, then shook his head.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "One day, you will feel the same way."

"No." Ouyang Zhi said suddenly.

Emperor Hongzhi looked at him suspiciously.

Ouyang Zhi said: "The minister's parents died early, among the elders, there is only the mentor, and the mentor is still young, even if it is a sigh, it should be the teacher's grief for the minister."

Emperor Hongzhi's expression eased: "Yeah, I don't know, it's your luck, or it's your misfortune."

He lowered his head and picked up the ink pen. It was getting late, so he picked up the memorial, tried to concentrate, and began to watch. "

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

"..." Ouyang Zhi didn't answer.

Emperor Hongzhi was not in a hurry.

He was used to Ouyang Zhi taking his time.

So he waited slowly.

He even sometimes thinks in his heart that Ouyang Zhi is really a minister bestowed by heaven. With him, if he is in a hurry, he will gradually calm down because of his calmness, and will not make himself make mistakes in a hurry. judgment.

But after waiting for a long time, Ouyang Zhi still didn't answer.

This time, the wait seemed a little longer.

It appears to be in standby mode.

Emperor Hongzhi suddenly understood.

Ouyang Qing's family is again taboo for the venerable.

Emperor Hongzhi gritted his teeth: "What is he tossing about again? Riding a horse? Shooting arrows? Or beating up my grandson? Did you scold me, so what?"

Ouyang Zhi still had no expression on his face.

Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "When will I grow up, when will I know the seriousness, know how anxious I am, know that his great-grandmother has reached the point of exhaustion. He still doesn't understand anything , only caring about himself, but he doesn't know how much his great-grandmother loves him, how can he have other leisurely thoughts at this time when he has raised his heart."

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