Start with the script killing shop

Xue Shaoheng never took his eyes away from Toy Spirit.

Today's play is "Toy Store Robbery 3", and there are a lot of toy spirits appearing. The protagonist is the most agile cavalry and the fastest racing car. There are two male protagonists but no female protagonist, so the princess is just a soy sauce. Basically every toy plays his or her true character. It can be regarded as one of the toy dramas with the most outstanding average acting skills.

Jiang Qi tried to figure out from Xue Shaoheng's expression which toy spirit he liked.

Regrettably, although Xue Shaoheng was a cheerful person, he could not control his emotions at all. But due to the different expression methods, even if he writes everything on his face, it is difficult for you to read what he is really thinking from his face.

The play has reached its final scene.

"Pen, pen." Xue Shaoheng took Xue Hua's hand and whispered.

Xue Hua understood instantly: "Paper and pen? Shao Heng, do you want to draw?"

Xue Shaoheng nodded repeatedly.

"I'm going to arrange a room. Do you need a pen or paper?" Jiang Qi took out his mobile phone and prepared to make a call.

"We brought a full set of painting props, which are in the room of that train hotel. We can just go there and paint." Xue Hua said.

Jiang Qi patted his head and said that he had made a mistake. Xue Shaoheng came here just to finalize the comics matter. How could he not bring drawing tools?

"Then I'll take you over and go through the back door. The hotel's private room is a little small. Why don't you go directly to my room to draw? My room is a suite with a desk." Jiang Qi suggested.

Xue Hua thought it was okay and looked at Xue Shaoheng. Xue Shaoheng didn't have much reaction to Jiang Qi's words, so Xue Hua knew that he agreed.

Xue Shaoheng didn't pay too much attention when he was painting. There were no strange rules that he had to be alone when painting, had to be quiet, and couldn't have anyone around him.

According to Xue Hua, Xue Shaoheng didn't even have a dedicated studio. No matter what price his paintings were sold for, they were basically born in the living room of his home.

Xue Shaoheng usually likes to move a small bench and sit in the living room to paint. While he is painting, Xue Hua can even watch TV, clean, make phone calls, chop meat fillings, and make dumplings in the living room.

Xue Shaoheng's painting props are also amazing.

Jiang Qi, because Jiang Bing studied art, is quite clear about the painting props that a painter should have. When Jiang Bing was in high school, every time she went to the studio and came back, she felt as if she had just come out of the coal mine. Those who knew she had gone to paint, but those who didn't knew thought she had just returned from the war.

In Jiang Qi's impression, painting, especially for someone like Xue Shaoheng who can be called a painter, requires at least a drawing board.

However, Xue Shaoheng did not.

When he was in Jiang Qi Elementary School, he came with a pencil in his hand in order to deal with the same type of drawing book that the art teacher bought that he never drew.

Didn't even take the eraser.

Jiang Qi:? ? ?

If he remembered correctly, when he was in elementary school, the stationery store in front of the school sold this kind of drawing book for 5 yuan. Even if prices have skyrocketed over the years, the price should not exceed 15.

A painter who has held art exhibitions, won small prizes, and can sell at least five figures for any painting should paint like this? ? ?

"Shao Heng has been drawing very casually since he was a child." Xue Hua was afraid that Jiang Qi would misunderstand, so she quickly explained, "It is his favorite style of drawing book. The first drawing book I bought him looked like this. Shao Heng usually Whenever there is something he wants to draw, he will first draw it in this drawing book. As for whether he will turn it into a finished painting, it all depends on his mood."

Jiang Qi said that this painting method is quite strange, at least Jiang Bing has never done this before.

Is this why Jiang Bing can only sell a painting for tens to hundreds, and Xue Shaoheng can sell a painting for tens to hundreds of thousands?

Jiang Qi felt that he had to find an opportunity to talk to Jiang Bing and let her learn from it.

Anyway, Jiang Bing is busier than him every day. All the affairs of B\u0026Bs and agencies are left to the employees below (the main B\u0026Bs and agencies have nothing to do). The shops in the amusement park are managed by the employees of the amusement park. Jiang Bing Now there is no financial pressure and I have become a rich second generation in the true sense, and I can live the happy life before Chengzi——

Play mahjong every day.

On the contrary, Chengzi was very happy working as an ordinary employee in the operation department of the amusement park, earning more than 3,000 yuan a month. Because she was considered a half-connected household, the boss would not assign her too heavy a job. When I have free time, I go to Taiping Town to play NPC roles. When I have more free time, I go to the amusement park to play games. I stay at home and drive to and from get off work every day.

It is said that Chengzi’s parents now praise Chengzi for finding a good job in an amusement park with a monthly salary of 3,000.

"Miss Xue, let's go sit on the sofa." Jiang Qi suggested, leading Xue Hua to the sofa filled with toys.

Because of the arrival of Xue Hua and Xue Shaoheng, the toy spirits in the box could not move freely and could only pretend to be normal toys and stay quietly everywhere.

Jiang Qi arranged the toys on the sofa, found a place where someone could sit, and motioned to Xue Hua to sit down and take a rest.

"Boss Jiang, you seem to really like toys." Xue Hua looked at the various toys everywhere, "I thought I was wrong when I came in just now. In the toy theater just now, the toys on stage were all too Is this yours?"

"That's right." Jiang Qi nodded, "These are mechanical toys that I customized from a specialized manufacturer. They were originally used to open books. Oh, let me introduce you. I used to open a script-killing shop. Now I focus on business. At the amusement park, I moved all the toys from the original store to my room in the amusement park hotel.”

Xue Hua didn't know anything about script killing, and had never even heard of it. She nodded in understanding. Jiang Qi felt that Xue Hua probably regarded script killing as some kind of stage play.

"Miss Xue used to like to listen to operas?" Jiang Qi decisively changed the subject.

After talking about what he could, Xue Hua sat up a little straighter, put his hands on his knees with his hands clasped in a somewhat restrained manner, and his sitting posture became much more dignified.

"I listen to it occasionally."

"What kind of opera do you like to listen to?" Jiang Qi now claims to be a half-opera lover, so he can talk about it somewhat.

"Listen to whatever you want." Xue Hua is also a dabbler and doesn't want to talk about too professional topics. "I'm from Guangdong Province. When I was a child, there would be opera troupes in the village during the New Year. At that time, all I listened to was Cantonese opera."

"When I got older, I went out to work and didn't have time to listen to theater. I took a break of nearly 20 years. Shao Heng was diagnosed with savant syndrome 9 years ago. In order to facilitate his treatment, I took him to Peking and waited for him to start painting. After painting and gaining a certain reputation, our financial situation became a little better."

"There are many theaters in Peiping. When I have nothing to do, I occasionally go to the theater to buy tickets and watch a play. I don't choose the type of play. To be honest, I don't know much about it. I just watch the fun."

Jiang Qi nodded. Xue Hua was what Feng Ling said was the most common audience in her era and also had the largest base.

I don't know much about opera, and I don't know it at all. I just don't have any other hobbies. Tickets for Caotai Troupe's theater are cheap. Occasionally, if I have a few spare dollars, I will go and watch the show.

This kind of audience reaction is the most honest.

It’s because they don’t understand half-heartedly that they can best tell the quality of actors and plays. A good show is a good show, and a bad show is a bad show. They may not be able to tell what is good about the show, how subtly the actors perform it, or how graceful and appropriate the smart voice is, but they can tell whether it is a good show or a bad show.

Wang Xinghua didn't understand this kind of audience. After all, the Wang Family Troupe was a well-established theater troupe in the provincial capital. Just looking at the size of the theater, you could tell that Wang's troupe was pretty good at it. Tickets for Wang Jiaban's theater are expensive, and the theatergoers who watch the theater have some financial strength and have requirements for the theater.

Feng Lingze understands it too well. Her starting point is low enough and her achievements are high enough. In Feng Ling's words, her red corner was bought one by one by the audience with cheap two-penny theater tickets.

Hiring third-rate literati to write short essays and praise in newspapers is not a real skill, but letting theatergoers spend real money to buy tickets and sell out the theater is the real skill.

At this time, Wang Xinghua had something to say. It is indeed useless to hire a third-rate literati to write short essays and praise her, but it is very useful to hire a third-rate literati to have a bad-mouthed fight. The latter may not affect opera fans, but it can affect the mentality of opera singers.

Wang Jiaban, the cancer in their industry, is professional in doing this kind of thing.

"What do you think of this afternoon's show?" Jiang Qi looked at Xue Hua with bright eyes.

There are too few viewers like Xue Hua these days.

The people Jiang Qi came into contact with were either rare theater fans like Grandpa Liu Lan or Grandma Qi Si. Or there are people like Liu Lan who know opera, but basically don’t watch it or like it. They know Peking Opera, Kun Opera, and Huangmei Opera, but they don’t know the difference between them at all.

Before Liu Lan met Feng Ling, she always thought "The Female Consort" was a Peking Opera.

In fact, Liu Lan is pretty good. At least she knows that "The Match" is a Huangmei opera. After all, she watched a part of it at her grandpa's house during the Chinese New Year.

Qin Can always thought that "The Match" was also a Peking Opera. She knew that the title of "The Match" was because she watched the TV series when she was a child and heard her family say that it was adapted from an opera.

The last time we talked about this topic, Liu Lan complained directly that Qin Can didn't watch TV series seriously when he was a child. Obviously there are TV series about "The Female Consort" and "Meng Lijun", so why does Qin Can remember "The Match".

Then the two started arguing.

Qin Can thinks it's because the dramas "The Consort" and "Meng Lijun" were not filmed well and not popular enough. She didn't remember them after watching them when she was a child.

Liu Lan said that in "Meng Lijun", Qin Can only remembered the love between gods and mortals, and the two sisters almost turned against each other because of the TV series.

The people who broke up the fight at the end of the quarrel had forgotten that the two people were actually talking about opera in the first place.

The person who broke up the fight was Jiang Qi. Jiang Qi felt that there was something wrong with the point of the quarrel between the two people.

Obviously "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" has also been made into a TV series and is very famous. It is also a classic drama of Huangmei Opera. Like "The Fairy Match", it is a story about gods and mortals falling in love. Why does "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" not deserve a name?

"This afternoon?" Xue Hua thought for a while. Because she only had a primary school education, she couldn't think of too many adjectives.

"Very good." Xue Hua held it in for a long time and could only come up with these three popular adjectives.

"It's really good. I haven't seen this play before, and it's quite interesting." Xue Hua was afraid that Jiang Qi would think she was perfunctory, so she quickly added.

Jiang Qi knew that it was useless to ask Xue Hua like this, so he thought about it and asked another way: "How does it compare with the play you saw in the theater in Peking before?"

Jiang Qi's question stopped Xue Hua. Xue Hua hesitated for a moment and finally chose the city: "The one in Beiping is better."

"But there are more people there, the time is longer, and it's more lively." Xue Hua tried to make up for it, "Your place is not bad, really! If the acting is not good, I won't want to watch it until halfway through. I didn't want to watch it before." I’ve seen the kind of movie that I couldn’t stand, and in the end I just sat there and watched it because I felt sorry for the ticket price.”

Jiang Qi probably felt confident.

It would be weird if the small plays performed by ordinary actors from the "grass stage troupe" like their amusement park can really compete with the Capital Theater plays. If you don't see Banzhu Feng, they can't even get into the provincial theater.

But now the troupe only has two temporary workers poached from the provincial theater.

"Is the theater attendance rate in Peking high?" Jiang Qi changed the question.

"It's okay. There were quite a lot of people when I saw it, but there were relatively few young people. I remember there were no people in one or two games. Maybe it was because the show wasn't good. The tickets for those one or two games were cheaper than others." Xue Hua judged. Whether a play is good or not is judged by its ticket price.

Before Xue Shaoheng's painting was finished, Jiang Qi took Xue Hua and chatted all over the place. Xue Hua is a very kind and good-tempered person. Her life in these years is actually very simple. It basically revolves around Xue Shaoheng. Her personal life is a bit boring.

Xue Hua and Xue Shaoheng were born in an extremely patriarchal family. Xue Hua was the eldest daughter. She actually had several younger sisters, but they were all abandoned or given away by their parents. Xue Shaoheng was actually a normal child when he was born. Before Xue Shaoheng was born, parents often blamed Xue Hua for the discrimination, humiliation and resentment they suffered due to not being able to give birth to a son.

After having her younger brother, Xue Hua lived a normal life for a short time. She could go to school, go out to play, eat sweets occasionally, and live like every child who deserves to be loved by his parents.

Xue Hua's first theater experience was the year Xue Shaoheng was born. Before her younger brother was born, Xue Hua's family did not dare to go out to see a theater during the Chinese New Year for fear of being looked down upon.

In Xue Hua's words, Xue Shaoheng was the first ray of light that shone into her dark life. Although the reasons and logic are ridiculous, it is what it is.

For Xue Hua, Xue Shaoheng is not like her brother, but more like her son. Not long after Xue Shaoheng was born, their father passed away due to an accident. In order to maintain the family's livelihood, their mother had to work day and night, taking time to take care of the children in between work.

Xue Shaoheng was brought up by his sister since he was a child. The first thing he said was his mother, and then his sister. It was Xue Hua who taught Xue Shaoheng how to dress, it was Xue Hua who taught him how to speak, and it was Xue Hua who held his hand and taught him how to write.

When he was 7 years old, he injured the left side of his brain in an accident and became known as a fool. Instead of abandoning him, he took him out of the feudal village to work in the city, took him to see a doctor, and firmly believed that he was different from ordinary people. Different fools, Xue Hua went to school after school begging, and it was Xue Hua who begged the school to accept this special student.

Xue Hua worked part-time in these years and took Xue Shaoheng to see a doctor because Xue Shaoheng liked to draw. No matter how poor or miserable she was, she still had to save money to buy cheap pencils and notebooks for Xue Shaoheng. When Xue Shaoheng became a painter, found a formal job, and had a very considerable financial income, Xue Hua did not stop taking care of him.

She knew that her brother could not adapt to normal society and could not live alone. She did not dare to fall in love or get married. She was afraid that after having a normal family, she would make the same choice as her mother and abandon her brother. She was afraid that she would go even further. For selfish reasons, he would force his younger brother who has a talent for painting to make money by forcing him to paint.

Xue Hua's life has basically revolved around Xue Shaoheng these years. Even watching the theater, which is her only personal hobby, started because she had a younger brother.

"Actually, from the perspective of young people like you, I'm afraid someone like me has some brain problems, right?" Xue Hua said with a smile, "I was born in such a family, dropped out of school to work for my younger brother, didn't get married or fall in love, where would I go? I have to take him with me. My name is Hua, but his is Shao Heng. Our names don’t look like siblings."

"But...if I had walked away like our mother and left Shao Heng in the house in my hometown, he would have died."

"And what can I do? I still have to drop out of school and go to work in the city, or find someone to marry. I only have an elementary school education and no skills. I only work in textile factories that do not require skills. Even if I leave Shao Heng behind I may not be able to live a good life in this life, and it will definitely not be as good as it is now."

"On the contrary, I may feel guilty for the rest of my life for abandoning my young brother and killing him." Xue Hua looked at Xue Shaoheng, who was concentrating on painting, and murmured, "I wonder if she will remember us now..."

Xue Shaoheng seemed to feel something. He raised his head and looked at Xue Hua, smiled at her, and continued painting.

Jiang Qi looked at Xue Hua and felt that her name was inexplicably apt for her person.

She is just a little flower, growing among the weeds and rocks, holding up its branches, leaves and petals in the storm, providing shelter from the wind and rain for the saplings that have not yet sprouted. When the rain has passed and the sky has cleared, the little flower can no longer grow, but the saplings under her protection have quietly sprouted, grown vigorously, and grown into towering trees.

"Sister." Xue Shaoheng suddenly stood up.

"Is the drawing done?" Xue Hua stood up with a smile, "Shao Heng, you must have drawn very carefully today, otherwise it wouldn't have taken so long."

Jiang Qi also stood up and asked, "Is it a long time?"

In Jiang Qi's opinion, painting takes time.

Xue Shaoheng only watched the toy show, and there was no real object to show him when he was drawing. If he could complete 1 or 2 decent drawings in one afternoon, it would be very fast in Jiang Qi's opinion.

"Shao Heng's painting is different from other people's. He doesn't think much when he paints. Once he starts painting, he doesn't stop or modify it. He usually completes it in one go." Xue Hua explained, "And he doesn't seem to be very good at painting. He needs inspiration. If you ask him to draw something casually, he can draw it quickly. A normal finished product, including coloring, usually only takes two or three hours. A sketch like this in a drawing book can take ten It takes just a few minutes to complete one.”

Jiang Qi:? ? ?

No inspiration is needed, you can draw what you want, and the finished product only takes two or three hours? ? ?

Jiang Qi suddenly understood why Xue Hua said that she was afraid that she could not bear it and turned Xue Shaoheng into a money-making tool.

It is now known that among the paintings Xue Shaoheng sold last year, the cheapest one was priced at 29,000 yuan and the most expensive one was 190,000 yuan. So assuming that Xue Shaoheng works 8 hours a day and 5 days a week, how much is Xue Shaoheng's theoretical income per month, provided that he complies with the labor law and has no worries about selling his paintings?

Xue Shaoheng handed the painting notebook to Xue Hua. Xue Hua didn't even read it and handed the notebook directly to Jiang Qi.

Jiang Qi turned it over, turned it over, turned it over again, and then turned it over...

Senseless.

Xue Shaoheng drew an entire book in one afternoon.

The first picture is of a racing car. To describe it as vivid and vivid is no longer enough to describe this pencil drawing. This is a complete restoration. Jiang Qi thinks that this is what it would look like if the racing car was sealed in this drawing paper.

The second picture is of cavalry.

The third picture is a stuffed hedgehog.

The fourth picture is three dogs.

Well, three dogs?

Forget it, Xue Shaoheng painted a lot, he might just be doing it in passing.

The drawing book has a total of 60 sheets of paper. Xue Shaoheng drew 59 drawings of Toy Spirit and one of Three Dogs in one afternoon.

The ten minutes Xue Hua just said to draw a draft is a bit conservative.

Jiang Qi kept looking at the drawings drawn by Xue Shaoheng, and later found that some toys did not even appear in this afternoon's performance, because those toys were now lying on the table and bed, and it was exactly what Xue Shaoheng had drawn. The way he is lying down at this moment.

Exactly the same!

What a marvelous workmanship!

Xue Shaoheng didn't change a single line in these 60 drawings because he didn't bring an eraser with him at all!

Master!

Even when Carter was still alive, he had to say that he was convinced!

"How is it?" Xue Hua asked.

"A miracle." Jiang Qi struggled to highlight these two words, "It's simply incredible."

Xue Shaoheng, who was praised, pursed his lips and smiled sheepishly, obviously very happy.

"Play." Xue Shaoheng looked at Jiang Qi expectantly.

Jiang Qi:?

"Shao Heng wants to play with your toys for a while." Xue Hua translated.

"Which toys?" Jiang Qi asked. Since Xue Shaoheng can see that these toy spirits are alive, he must be able to play happily with these toy spirits.

Xue Shaoheng walked to the opposite side of Jiang Qi, took the notebook back from his hand, flipped to the last 13 pages, and pointed them to Jiang Qi one by one. Then he turned to the front again and pointed to the first racing car and the second cavalry.

Jiang Qi:......

Just draw whatever toy you want to play with, and you really have your Master Xue.

"No problem." Jiang Qi readily agreed, "After I ask for their consent, I can send them directly to your private room tonight. However, some of them need to go to the toy theater to perform during the day, so we can't Play with you."

Xue Hua didn't take Jiang Qi's request for the toy's consent seriously at all. She thought Jiang Qi was coaxing Xue Shaoheng in this way.

"Thank you, thank you!" Xue Shaoheng happily came out of his mouth with difficulty.

Jiang Qi looked at the time and found that it was already past 5:30. After dinner, it was time to go to the theater to watch the premiere of "The Princess".

Jiang Qi asked Xue Hua and Xue Shaoheng for their opinions. Although Xue Shaoheng didn't like going to the theater, he was willing to watch it with his sister. The three of them went directly to Jasmine Restaurant for dinner.

At 5:57, Jiang Qi and the other three almost entered the theater without a hitch.

In the private room on the second floor, Qi Si has already arrived. Because Feng Ling was going to perform on stage and Wang Xinghua, half of the author, had to direct the arrangements backstage, their box was vacant, and Wang Erya went directly to the box where Qi Si was to accompany her.

In order to support Feng Ling's debut, Liu Lan deliberately skipped the last class in the afternoon and ran from the city to move a small bench to squeeze into the front row on the first floor.

Jiang Cha, Lillian, Kua Kua, Old John, Huang Fugui and Li Li were also present and sat in a separate box to watch.

Jiang Qi sat in the middle box with Xue Hua and Xue Shaoheng.

6 o'clock.

The drama begins.

Under the spotlight controlled by Wang Xinghua, Feng Ling, who was dressed as a man in a bright yellow men's costume, was escorted by two eunuchs and given drugs.

The two eunuchs are played by Feng Qinghua and Feng Banzhu. It is said that Feng Banzhu competed hard with his beloved disciple Xu Ning for the role of the drugged eunuch.

Was it because of him that the master-disciple turned against each other? !

If there was a tabloid in an amusement park, this would be the front page headline.

This opening was so exciting that it even made people confused. Under everyone's attentive gaze, Feng Ling struggled and was drugged, twitching and fell down, as if he was lifeless.

"Why is he dead?" Jiang Qi heard Grandma Qi Si's loud voice coming from the box next door, "Didn't Sisi, your classmate, say that this girl is the protagonist? Why did she die as soon as the show started?"

After Feng Ling fell to the ground, the eunuchs played by Feng Qinghua and Banzhu Feng began to talk about Feng Ling's treasonous behavior.

A woman disguised herself as a man and a princess as a prince, pretending to be a woman and trying to ascend the throne of the Nine-Five Supreme Being. However, she was discovered and exposed by her rival, the wise and powerful third prince. The emperor was furious and ordered the death of this audacious daughter to serve as a warning to the Yi clan. Follow suit.

Feng Ling was dragged down.

"Oh, this little kid is too careless. Such a big thing as stealing the throne is actually discovered as a woman in advance." Grandma Qisi sighed with regret, and then continued to question, "This play is not called The Legend of the Princess. Really? The princess is dead, what will happen next?"

Jiang Qi felt that Grandma Qi Si was too difficult for Qi Si. How could she know if she had never read the script.

Just when Grandma Qi Si asked the question, the scenery on the stage changed. The princess who had been dragged off to die came back to life on the spot and changed into men's casual clothes.

"Oh, it was a female ghost who used her body to bring her back to life!" Grandma Qisi thought she understood.

Then the princess spoke.

Grandma Qisi was confused.

Qi Si was stunned.

Xue Hua was confused.

The audience in the audience was stunned.

Xue Shaoheng was eating peanuts calmly and didn't understand why his sister suddenly froze.

"Holy shit! Time travel and rebirth! Awesome!" Qi Si's scream came from the box next door.

"Sisi, don't say bad words, girls should be more civilized." Grandma Qi Si's voice could still be heard faintly.

On the stage, Feng Ling was telling her ambitions after rebirth.

In her previous life, she was walking on thin ice, taking every step, but in the end she lost when the fight for the throne was at its fiercest. Someone revealed her identity as a woman, causing her mother's clan to be subjugated to the Yi clan. Now God has mercy on her and allows her to come back to her life ten years ago. She must regain what she lost, kill the third prince, and ascend the throne in the Golden Palace.

"Who says a woman cannot be the ruler of this world? I want to sit on the throne and give it a try!"

"Okay!" The audience applauded like thunder.

At this time, the play only started for 5 minutes.

In 5 minutes, the title failed, the protagonist was killed, and the mother tribe, the Yi tribe, was reborn and said harsh words. The amount of information was extremely large.

Not a word is nonsense.

The rhythm of Shuangwen is perfectly controlled by the screenwriter Wang Xinghua.

She understands vulgar plots!

Jiang Qi knew that Wang Xinghua was a good third-rate screenwriter!

"This play." When Feng Ling, who had spoken harshly, went down and the new actor came up, Xue Hua, who had been so angry that he didn't even dare to speak, and stared at the stage with his eyes motionless, breathed a sigh of relief and sighed. .

"I've never seen it before."

Xue Hua began to suspect that she had not seen much theater in recent years.

Grandma Qisi’s voice also came from the next box at the right time.

"Oh my, this show is really great. I have to call you Grandpa Niu, Grandpa Chu, Grandma Zhang, and Grandma Chen to come and have a look. They keep saying that there are no new plays and they are tired of watching the old plays. "

"Let them also come and learn a lot."

"Sisi, what did you just say about time travel and rebirth? Isn't this the one in the book that Lao Yang listened to every day before? An ancient woman was killed by her husband in her previous life, and then resurrected and killed her husband. That kind?"

"If so, I should call your Grandma Yang over to watch it. She likes to watch this kind of plot. It doesn't sound as interesting as acting."

Jiang Qi:......

This Grandma Yang is quite trendy.

While Jiang Qi was eavesdropping on the conversation next door, the stage was already showing the princess plotting to kill the eldest prince, her biggest rival ten years ago.

Back then, her methods were not clean enough. When she killed the eldest prince, she was also severely damaged and was despised by the emperor for a long time. Now that it is reopened, she will use her rebirth advantage to overcome the information gap and kill the eldest prince beautifully.

Jiang Qi:......

He eavesdropped on the conversation next door for two minutes. Why has the plot already reached this point?

This plot is progressing too fast!

Do you want to complete 40 episodes of a rebirth and revenge drama in 160 minutes?

Jiang Qi gave up eavesdropping and started to concentrate on watching the show.

It’s beautiful, it’s really beautiful.

A cool drama, a really cool drama.

This is a drama suitable for an audience like him who doesn’t understand drama!

This drama is unpopular and cannot be tolerated, family members!