The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 326
Correct!
Tang Jianxi nodded proudly.

His little junior sister is the most intelligent woman in the world, and many men are not as good as her.

My husband once used one sentence to evaluate this daughter——

"If he were a man, I would definitely train him to be a general and prime minister. It's a pity that he is a woman. If a woman is too smart, she will be unlucky. I would rather she be dumber and stupider."

Mr.’s words are a prophecy.

"Just keep guessing!"

Seeing that Xie Fifty had no intention of saying anything more, Mr. Pei had no choice but to repeat what he heard from Guihua's mouth.

"She loves to listen to plays. She can't move when she hears a play. Occasionally she will act out."

Tang Jianxi nodded, then shook his head.

What do you mean?
Half of it is right and half of it is not right?

Little Mr. Pei thought for a while, "I like to listen to operas, but I never act. The actors are of the lowest rank, and girls in the boudoir cannot learn from them."

Tang Jianxi: "Guess again, Mr. Pei, from whom did she learn this habit of listening to operas?"

Is this still a guess?
"Her mother?"

Tang Jianxi shook his head.

"Her father?"

Tang Jianxi continued to shake his head.

Little Mr. Pei was at a loss and asked nonsensically: "Is it possible to follow you?"

Tang Jianxi nodded.

Everyone looked surprised.

I don’t blame Mr. Pei for making such a fuss, it’s just that the opera listening thing is so inconsistent with the identity of a hermit that it feels inconsistent no matter how you look at it.

"I loved listening to opera the most when I was little."

Regarding his own affairs, which have nothing to do with the Tang family, Tang Jianxi talked eloquently, "If you can't hear anything in the mountains, you go to the county town to hear it. If you can't hear it in the county town, you run to the state capital."

"He not only listens to plays, but also writes play scripts."

Tao Qiaoer looked at her man with a smile.

"I don't know how many plays he has written about talented men and beautiful women. After they are finished, he just throws them to me. My money for rouge and gouache is all earned by selling his playbooks."

"I also took you to listen."

"Yes, bring plenty of them."

Tao Qiaoer smiled and said, "One time we couldn't make it back, so we rested in the county town. My parents were so anxious that they caught you the next day and beat you up hard."

"Your father was not vague at all. He was a real deal. He even sued my parents and received another beating when he went back. It hurt me to death."

"Stop, stop, can we get back to the topic?"

Little Mr. Pei's teeth are a little sore.

What is this, flirting in the name of memories?
It's disrespectful!
"Does Young Master Pei have someone in mind?" Tang Jianxi's eyes fell on Pei Xiao.

"I……"

"I'm afraid there is none."

Tang Jianxi looked at the person beside him, "If there is, every bit of it is a memory, and it can't be stopped."

Who says I don't have it?
I just don’t bother to say it.

"Today's young people still can't calm down!"

Tang Jianxi shook his head, "What is the song about in the Palace of Eternal Life? It's about the life-and-death love between Emperor Tang Ming and Concubine Yang. During the Maweipo Incident, Emperor Tang Ming had to watch his beloved woman die in order to protect himself. What does this mean?"

Little Master Pei: "It shows that men are ruthless."

"It shows that even if you are born into an emperor's family, there are times when you have no choice but to be pregnant; it shows that a generation of wise kings also have times when they are foolish; it shows that human nature cannot withstand the test."

Tang Jianxi looked at Pei Xiao and sneered, "Mr. Pei, you should watch more plays and listen to more plays. There are also ups and downs of honor and disgrace in the play."

"It also shows that women are worthless in the face of power and can be sacrificed and abandoned. A good man is hard to find!"

Tang Jianxi's expression suddenly changed, "Miss Yan, what you just said, can you repeat it again?" "It shows that women are worthless in the face of power, they can be sacrificed and abandoned, and a husband is hard to find."

Tang Jianxi's expression suddenly became excited, and he shouted: "She said the same, she said the same."

Yan Sanhe's yelling made his scalp numb, and the next moment, he felt something was wrong again.

Among so many dramas, he mentioned the Palace of Eternal Life. Was it a casual comment, or did he mean something else?
A strange thought suddenly emerged from my mind.

Yan Sanhe asked: "Tang Zhiwei has a good family background, good looks, and is a famous and talented woman. Has the late prince ever been attracted to her? Did she refuse?"

Tang Jianxi stared at the girl in front of him.

Before they walked into the study, he and his wife carefully discussed how to lead them step by step and ask them some key questions.

He brought them out to listen to the opera and the Palace of Eternal Life just to make them think about this.

He didn't expect it to be so easy, but he never thought that Yan Sanhe would tell the truth with one word.

Such a smart girl, she can compete with his junior sister!
For my husband's 48th birthday that year, a stage was set up in the back garden, and a group of actors from the Qingyu Troupe were invited.

There was babbling on the stage, and the junior sister and him watched with gusto with a pot of tea and a plate of snacks.

Others were watching the show to enjoy the fun, but the two of them watched the show and saw it in their hearts. Every line of the sung lyrics was savored in their hearts.

In the evening, the prince came to the Tang Mansion quietly, and his husband sent someone to the back garden to invite him.

He hurried to the study and found that Chu Yanting was also there.

Mr. Xiang has had countless apprentices in his life, and he is most proud of three. Chu Yanting is his second senior brother. He is very talented and full of knowledge.

He and Chu Yan stopped looking at each other, knowing in their hearts that the gentleman wanted to introduce them both to the prince.

He would always remember that the prince was wearing ordinary clothes that day, his features were as clean as a scholar's, but he was so noble that no one dared to look directly at him.

He and Chu Yan stopped and knelt down to salute.

The prince helped them up with his own hands and said meaningfully: "When you worship under the master's door, you and I come from the same school. Today there are no kings and ministers, only colleagues and brothers."

With one sentence, Chu Yan was moved to tears, and he followed the prince life and death from then on.

"Where is our little junior sister?"

He quickly replied, "Your Highness, junior sister is listening to the show."

Chu Yan stopped and said, "I'll call her."

"No need!"

The prince waved his hand, "I often hear people say that the Qingyu troupe in Sijiu City is an excellent singer. Today I have some free time, so I'll let my two junior brothers lead the way."

How dare they ask the gentleman with their eyes. The gentleman raised the corner of his mouth and nodded slightly.

At this time, the guests had already dispersed, and the play on the stage was sung only for the junior sister.

The prince walked over and sat down next to her.

When the junior sister saw it was him, she smiled softly and said, "I will salute His Highness after I finish watching the play."

The prince feigned anger: "What an unruly girl."

The junior sister picked up a piece of hibiscus cake and handed it over as if to please, "Do you want to eat it?"

"Sweet?"

"Sweet and sweet."

The prince loved sweets, so he took a bite.

"Come on, you are short-tongued and soft-handed. From now on, Your Highness can't scold me. Please accompany me to watch this play."

The prince was startled.

He and Chu Yanting couldn't help but want to laugh.

This girl has always been full of evil ideas, and her husband dotes on her, so she has developed a fearless temperament since she was a child.

The prince finished a piece of hibiscus cake, rinsed his mouth with tea, smiled and asked, "What is this song about?"

(End of this chapter)