Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 454
After resting in the private room of the opera garden for a whole morning, Ye Zhifeng really recovered his former spirit.

Even because of the qi-watching technique that she has roughly restrained, the girl who got rid of the "blindness" seemed to be three points more energetic than the previous two days.

The complete opposite was Mu Xici, who had listened to the play all morning, not only did he not see a trace of cheerfulness on his face, but instead appeared a little haggard and pale for no reason.

——As Mo Junli said before, this little girl Le Wan is an out-and-out drama idiot.

As soon as the play started on the stage, she immediately hugged melon seeds and peanuts and served a snack and fruit plate, and slid to the edge of the railing, without blinking her eyelashes, without moving her eyeballs, and locked the stage firmly.

If this is the case, then forget it, the key is that this girl is very easy to empathize with the characters in the play, once the tragedy comes, her teardrops will come as soon as she said it, and she will cry so much Happier than the actors on stage!
This is not the most terrible thing, the most terrible thing is the few plays in the theater this morning-"The Peony Pavilion" is followed by "Dou E's Injustice", "Dou E's Injustice" is just sung, and it will be played again "Peach Blossom Fan" by Na Laoshizi.

Although neither "The Peony Pavilion" nor "Peach Blossom Fan" was sung in its entirety, but only a few parts of it were picked and performed, Le Wan couldn't resist her familiarity with the opera!

As soon as the Tsing Yi Shangdiao "Zao Luo Pao" dressed as Du Liniang opened, the line "It turns out that there are so many flowers in bloom, and it seems like this is endowing the well with ruins", as soon as the little girl's eyes turned red.

Waiting for her to sing the line "Jiping people are so cheap", the bright red shirt on her will be crying like it was just fished out of the water!
Not to mention "Rolling Hydrangea" in the third fold in "Dou E's Injustice" and "Jade Furong" in No. 20 of "Peach Blossom Fan".

The former sentence, "Those who do good will suffer poverty and shorten their lives, and those who do evil will enjoy wealth and prolong life", while the latter sentence "Splash blood to make a peach blossom fan, which is more fresh than the branches" is simply a tear-jerking weapon. I haven't done it on my little face!
Hell, she's not just shedding two catties of tears?

The tears she shed this patter must weigh at least four or five catties!
Master Mu raised his hands to cover his face in disappointment. This morning, she didn't have two horse tags, and she used up eight or nine handkerchiefs for that little girl Le Wan to wipe her face, hands and clothes.

I'm really glad that there are all kinds of objects in this theatre, otherwise the three or two handkerchiefs she carries in her pocket are really not enough to harm the little princess.

"Miss Mu San, are you okay?" Ye Zhifeng, who noticed that the little girl's complexion was very bad, asked in a low voice, and Mu Xici shook his head when he heard the words: "Sister Ye, I'm fine .”

"Just a little tired."

As a "rough person" who couldn't tell which one was Kunqu opera and which one was Yue opera, she really didn't understand how Mo Wanyan could cry like that.

Those melodious and melodious tones, falling into her ears, automatically became an indistinguishable tune of "babbling".

Only those two "Peach Blossom Fans" were interesting. She heard a few lines about "declaring the country", "remonstrance", "conscripting people" and "joining the army". The obsession of men and women is entangled.

Mu Xici reckoned that the full text of the play should talk about a lot of useful and good things, but the few plays selected by the theater today focus on Fengyue Bingqing - which is a bit of a pity.

But the repertoire is the repertoire after all, even if the whole song is sung, it may not be as cold as the frost and snow in the border town.

So she doesn't like to listen to operas, and those who have time to listen to operas are idlers.

It is also difficult for a scholar of calligraphy and literati who has never really faced the sword, shadow and sword on the battlefield to write the bloody smell full of murder.

"It's you, Sister Ye, I see that your complexion is much better today." The little girl raised her hand and squeezed the swollen eyebrows, and a faint trace of fatigue appeared in her eyes, "It seems that you have been able to restrain your gaze. It's a gas art."

"It's about the same. I worked hard all night and achieved a little success." Ye Zhifeng nodded slightly, the smile on his lips was a little relaxed, "Although I'm not very proficient, I can still roughly grasp it." .”

It is somewhat difficult for her to look directly at a person like Mu Xici, who has been responsible for saving the world, for a long time now, but she can already see the faces of Mu Xiuning, Mo Wanyan and others clearly, and it is not difficult to talk to them normally. Won't see those gas machines again.

This can be regarded as great progress, and she doesn't have to worry about being blinded by the little sun with the big lantern.

"Well, that's good. You don't need to be in a hurry for the practice book. You can practice the remaining points a few times, and you will be able to catch them perfectly." Master Mu encouraged Ye Zhifeng with a few words, and continued to comfort him. The little princess who has not yet come out of the play has gone.

This little girl's mood came quickly, but went very slowly. They spent a lot of effort, and finally calmed down this intermittently sentimental little girl before they completely stepped out of the theater.

After leaving the gate of the theatre, everyone wanted to get in the car and go to Mengsheng Building for lunch, but they didn't wait for Mu Xiuning to bring the tied carriage over, and bumped into the oncoming grandparents of the Xiao family.

"I have seen Mrs. Xiao, your old body is still so tough." Mo Wanyan, who had recovered to normal, immediately took on the demeanor that a princess of a country should have when she saw the old man. Losing his dignity, he bowed to Master Xiao as a junior, and after the ceremony, he nodded slightly to Xiao Miaotong, "Miss Xiao."

"My little girl, Xiao Miaotong, I have met Your Highness Le Wan." Xiao Miaotong closed her eyes and blessed her body, and her words and deeds lived up to her name of "a model noble daughter of a family".

The Mu family sisters standing behind the little princess followed Fu, while Ye Zhifeng lowered his eyebrows and performed a cold courtesy.

"His Royal Highness Le Wan is admirable, and His Royal Highness has become more and more beautiful and fresh." The old man stroked his beard and laughed, and greeted several people with a loving expression, then bid farewell to the little princess, and took his granddaughter into the garden to see Play to also.

The moment the two people rubbed shoulders, Xiao Miaotong subconsciously glanced back at the four beautiful girls who were very different in style but looked very good together, with an almost imperceptible envy flowing out of her eyes uncontrollably.

She thought that this emotion was well hidden by her, but she never expected that this kind of envy never escaped the old master's eyes.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help stretching out his hand to stroke the top of the girl's hair. The old man's voice was usually kind and kind: "Since Tong Tong likes those girls, why don't you say a few more words to them before leaving?"

Xiao Miaotong was suddenly stunned by his question, her footsteps paused slightly, her eyes showed unprecedented panic and confusion: "Grandfather, I am not, I... I—"

She was at a loss, twisted her handkerchief and hesitated for a while, before she suddenly sighed: "Grandfather, you know, my aunt doesn't like the pair of sisters from the Mu family."

"And we are not the same kind of people."

　I don't know why, this chapter obviously didn't write anything
　　But at the end when the old lady Fu asked Xiao Miaotong

　　I suddenly cried when I wrote it

　　In fact, thinking about Xiao Miaotong and the old master is also quite bitter.

　　It's really hard to be the only normal person in a place like Xiao's

　　The three plays mentioned in this chapter are all very classic plays
　　It is recommended that those who are interested can read the original text
　　As for which version is the best to listen to, I don’t know, I personally don’t like listening to dramas very much.

　　After all, as I said in the text
　　Creators rely on imagination to process things, which are always far from reality

　　We can convey a certain thought in words
　　But it's hard for us to touch the truth with books alone
　　reality is more complex than words

　　What words can express is always just the tip of the iceberg

　　I hope this book is a book that can give you another way of thinking, or make you fall in love with thinking.
　　Rather than a cool article that simply passes the time, it will be empty after reading it
　　I don't know if I can do it, but I will try
　　There are two more chapters, wake up to write, good night.

　　


(End of this chapter)