Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

It's easy to draw the new play's character set, but after erecting the set, Cui Xie discovered that he had dug another hole for himself.

These characters do not overlap with the characters in the current operas on the market. If you want the audience to identify with his characters, you have to write richer scenes to show your personality. That would be contrary to the original intention of Jin Yiwei's large drama, which easily relies on play and water injection.

Cui Xie looked at the thicker and thicker renderings with a headache, and felt that his drama had to be serialized.

There are four acts in the Northern Song, and each act contains only a set of ten tunes. There is not much content at all. Either start a series of zajus like "Water Margin" since the Song and Yuan Dynasties, and everyone will take on the main role in one play, and then co-act again; or they will learn Nanxi, and one play will have more than a dozen or twenty acts. Playing, the story line slowly unfolds——

But both have big flaws.

If it is a series of zajus, there are too many zajus on the market with thousands of households as the soul of the male lead. His series will be flooded by the flood and nothing can be seen. The difficulty of making southern operas is that they can’t find anyone—the advantage of northern opera over southern opera is now crushing, and there are few people who write about southern opera. They are in Beijing, let alone such an author.

It seems that the only way to draw the story is to be more detailed and accurate, and ask someone to take it to the south to see if he can find a talented person to write it for him, and then teach the troupe to act according to the picture.

Hiss——Speaking of which, how old is Tang Bohu now?

Cui Xie’s learning of Ming History is really bad. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn’t remember when the four great Jiangnan talents were born. He simply threw them behind his head and drew the actors’ positions and poses according to the outline.

Cui Xie sighed when he saw his drawing so meticulously, "It's not like that. The one I gave to Mrs. Li last time is thoughtful enough. The drawing this time is almost the same as the half-column drawing. This "Water Margin" is as detailed."

Those who printed the Water Margin were to print the upper half of each page with the picture and the lower half, with a single line in the middle that summarized the original text and explained the picture. Just looking at the picture is the same as the comic strip, but the article at the bottom is called the picture cut, it seems that the page is short and cramped, and it is not as comfortable to look at it as to clip the illustration between the pages.

Just look like a comic book...

Cui Xie's heart moved slightly, and he squinted at the draft spread in his hand for a while, then suddenly got up and took the previous one. The two were put together horizontally, grabbing Cui Qi's pen, and dipping the thick ink outside the frame. Write down two lines of text with pictures.

Cui Qi said to Kongkong's palm with lingering fears: "Big brother, how can you win? If I accidentally dirty the drawing paper, it will be a lot of trouble to make up this picture!"

Cui Xie ignored his complaints, put the two paintings together, put them on the table, and told him to stand up and see the effect.

What effect can this have?

Cui Qi stood up in confusion, looked at it for a while, nodded and said, "It's good, brother is going to change the format again, and print the courtyard book into two books so wide?"

Cui Xie shook his head and asked him: "Just looking at the two words that match the picture and me, can you tell what is going on in the painting?"

The picture on the right shows a beautiful young man in a white robe, hanging upside down outside the eaves of the roof, pointing his finger on the broken window paper, and peeping behind the window. The picture on the left is a picture of an indoor banquet. There are several sitting men. With Yuedai's head shaved, there are many crying women sitting around.

Under the picture on the right is accompanied by the text: "Xiao Qianhu chased into the yard, afraid of disturbing the culprits, and did not dare to break in, so he put a golden hook upside down and licked the broken window paper to peer into the house."

In the left picture, the match is: "I saw the bandits in the house clustered with a few real wives with shaved hair, and many looted women were forced to serve the culprits with tears."

In just a few words, the story in the picture will be explained clearly. But even if you don't deserve the words, you can recognize the beautiful boy in white clothes, the pioneer Xiao Xu Qianhu, and you can see the shameless and cruel culprits in the house.

It's pretty good... but I haven't drawn it to the back yet, looking a little anxious.

Cui Qimeng nodded, boasting: "The painting is good, and it will be clearer with the word! Compared to the previous article, it is better to read the background with the picture."

Cui Xie stood up and looked at the two pieces of paper on the table, placed them on a chair, and laid them on the ground. He put his hands in a frame, and looked at the circle in the frame. He slowly asked, "Look, if Just add two lines to the bottom of this painting, can I read it as a book?"

Cui Qi curled his eyebrows and said, "Well, isn't this, this, this is an atlas?" Except for the **** pictures, the gods, flowers and birds, there is no such print!

However, regardless of this strange point, the painting is quite beautiful, and the posture of the fight is also beautiful.

Cui Qi hesitated and said: "But this is all painted...The version is so big, it's not easy to engrave, and it costs paint. Isn't it expensive to print? I'm afraid there are not many buyers, right?"

No, no, he believes that there are definitely more people who read little books than serious books!

Cui Xie used the ruler to make a frame on the paper that was half the height of a normal book page, and greeted Cui Qi: "You can try to shrink all the pictures I drew to this size. If this is the case, we can print four in one plate. Page, the cost of the board is half that of a normal book!"

If only the black and white embroidery version is printed, the coloring part is saved, the engraving is easier and the cost can be lower.

Cui Qi was obedient, and began to try painting without saying a word. However, his technique was only at the beginning of drawing and imitating pictures. Before the zooming step, to draw such a small picture, he had to find a skilled painter.

He looked at the distorted figure under his hand and shook his head helplessly: "I think I'd better call someone for my eldest brother. I can't draw with this method."

But marriage robbing was still popular outside. Cui Xie didn’t dare to call him such a tender boy out, so he called Cui Liangdong again and asked him to send a coachman to Ju’anzhai to find someone—the one who followed them first. Handyman Lee Jinbao. He is not young, and he is average-looking. It is estimated that he will not be robbed even if he does not need to take a car or walk on the road.

I don't know when the chaos caused by this concubine election will cause trouble.

Cui Xie let out a long sigh and told Cui Liangdong to be more careful. When he went there, he would take some snacks to see Teacher Li and ask for two more days off for him.

Cui Liangdong hovered in the air with awe-inspiring aspiration, patted his chest and promised: "Small one promises two people to go and three people to return. We will never lose what should not be lost, and we should never lose more!"

He asked someone to set the car out, and Cui Xie asked Cui Qi to help, arrange the pictures in order, read the pictures with the text, and see whether the story could not be connected. How many lost things needed to be changed.

If it is made into a comic strip, the distinction between the characters can be made more distinct without the actor's image. Moreover, drawing pictures has more room for play than acting, let alone flying over the wall, just let the thousands of families go directly to the sky when they fight!

No need to worry about not finding someone to write a play!

Although he could not write "How can the ecstasy place keep the evening rain from the setting sun, and the romantic debts are willing to pay" to death, he can't write a song that the audience likes, nor can he write any good definitive poems and definitive words, but the writing is simple and simple. The prose is not a problem. Coupled with beautiful color pictures, where are so many people picking on the text of his pictures like they are picking at the examination articles?

It's enough that people can understand and like to watch!

Choi Xie confidently laid out pictures and wrote sentences, stepping up the idea of ​​the plot behind. After about a quarter to five or six, Cui Liangdong suddenly rushed in, followed by the handyman Li Jinbao. Both of them were Zhang Huanghuang, anxious, and went straight into the study, shouting at him: "It's not good! Son, something went wrong!"

An accident happened to Xueshi Li!

Cui Xie stood up abruptly and asked, "What's the matter!"

Cui Liangdong didn't even bother to drink his saliva, and hurriedly said: "Li Xueshi said yesterday that the two eunuchs Liang Fang and Wei Xing maliciously released the wind of electing ladies, and used this to collect money from the wealthy people in Beijing. They also said that they Afu Wan noble concubine. , The brother who sheltered the imperial concubine took advantage of the mess to marry Liangjiazi as concubines, and asked the emperor to punish them, so that people can dispel the rumors as soon as possible, so as not to panic and get married and make so many mismatched marriages.

"But the emperor loved those two eunuchs, and Concubine Wan Gui was blowing the pillows, but wouldn't he be reluctant to deal with those two? They lightly got rid of the crime. On the other hand, we are guilty of the sloppy memorials on Lord Li, and asked Jin Yiwei to arrest him. I'm in prison!"

Cui Xie's heart burst into flames, making his mouth dry and his breathing hot; but in his mind he thought very calmly that Li Dongyang would be the first assistant in the future, and this case would not be a big deal.

But what if... he crossed over to worship Li Dongyang as his teacher, and wrote these dramas again, which has changed history, so that this time there was an unjust case that Li Dongyang did not go through in history?

Two extremely opposite feelings surround him, making his expression horribly harsh, but his words are so cold that people dare not refuse. He asked faintly: "When did Jin Yiwei take the person and who did it? Why is there no one in the Li family to deliver the letter?"

Cui Liangdong trembled and bowed his head and replied: "It was only this morning that the person was taken away. I don't know the name. It is a hundred households with the surname Lu. Li Xueshi's father is now ill in bed. Li Gongzi is young, so he can't care. What's the matter, let alone the female relatives in the backyard. His family said that he had gone to see Li Youshi, Liu Yushi, Yang Sheren and his relatives, but thinking that the son was young, our family did not have a court. People, never informed us."

It's true that he is young, has no courtiers, and does not care about anything. But he is Li Dongyang's disciple who enters the room. If the teacher is in trouble, how can the disciple not ask? !

He nodded slightly and glanced at Cui Liangdong approvingly: "You have grown now, and you are doing well. I will go to Li Mansion first. You will go to the tent to raise three hundred taels of silver for me, and then pack some more. I would rather bring more gifts than less. Then ask someone to ask Dr. Liu to come to Li's house to treat my teacher."

Cui Liangdong wiped the sweat on his face and immediately agreed, only asking one more sentence: "The son is going to visit Li's house? Is this too much money?"

I am afraid it is not too much, but not enough.

He instructed Cui Liangdong to pick up the best things to pack, packed them in brocade boxes, and put them on the carriage; he pushed the manuscript on the table and asked Cui Qi to take it and discuss it with Li Jinbao. He went back to the room and changed his clothes. He straightened his hat in front of the mirror and shook his sleeves before leaving the door.

He first arrived at the Li's house, where there was already a chaos, and everyone was panicked, just like the Cui's house who was arrested by Jin Yiwei.

No, it's worse than the Cui family.

At least the Cui family was arrested by Mrs. Xu who could sever the relationship, not the pillars of the Li family.

He went to visit Taigong Li first, and said to the old man who seemed to be a few years old for a day, and his energy was drained: "Master, please take care of your body and wait with peace of mind. The princes of the Central Government will not sit back and watch. Eunuch framed the teacher. Although my student is useless, but I also recognize the town caretaker of Beizhen Fusi, and I will certainly try my best to protect the teacher."

Taigong Li gasped hard and said firmly: "If you can see my son, please bring me a word-tell him not to worry about his home. He was convicted for admonishing the evil of castration. We old men Although the weak women and children can't do anything for him, they are proud of him and would like to live and die with him!"

His face was blue and yellow, but his eyes were abnormally bright. Cui Xie was afraid that he would be hurt by grief and anger. He clasped his hand tightly, and whispered a piece of history: "Master, don’t worry about it. He will definitely come back safely. He will be the first assistant in the future, so how can he be hurt by the hands of two eunuchs!"

Taigong Li coughed slightly, and said with a smile: "You child is really happy to talk, no wonder Dongyang likes you when he talks about you... Well, he doesn't worry about you before he leaves, telling people not to tell you, you don't have to Look at him, is that a place where ordinary people can go..."

Cui Xie shook his head and forced a smile to persuade him: "Have you ever watched the Jinyiwei dramas on the market? Jinyiwei is not what it used to be. They all know how to be loyal, filial and righteous, and will not harm good people..."

He quit Li Taigong and went out, and when he saw the housekeeper Li, he left two notes of silver and a few packs of various medicinal materials, told him that he had called his family to a famous doctor, and asked them to take good care of Li Taigong.

Grandpa Li Zhaoxian was also waiting for him under the porch, and when he met, he rushed up and asked, "Brother, my father will be fine, right? The uncles and uncles will not look good after they come. I'm afraid my father really... "

His eyes were red, but he refused to cry. Cui Xie caressed the back of his head, calmly comforting him: "Don't worry, the teacher will be fine, so many adults are operating in the court. When today's son is also the Lord of the Holy Light, he will be back soon."

Even if it can't be fast, as long as you don't be tortured in the imprisonment, until the death of Concubine Wan Gui next year, this matter will be changed.

He cruelly left his junior brother and asked the coachman to drive to Fusi in Beizhen.

The four-character "North Town Fusi" is really thunderous. Rao is the coachman who has watched several Jinyiwei plays. He heard that there will be two battles where he is going, and he begged the son not to die.

Cui Xie said impatiently: "You must go! If you don't want to go, I went out and hired a car to hire a sedan chair. How can there be a teacher in jail, and a disciple resting at home like nothing else?"

On the way, he remembered to buy a few box dishes, a steaming cage of meat buns, and a jar of good wine. The coachman was very courageous. He was already reluctant to shake the reins when he rushed to the street outside Daming Gate. Cui Xie simply didn't bother to use him, so he stuffed a forty-two small silver ingots around his waist, carrying food boxes and wine in his hand. Altar, strode towards Fusi Beizhen.

The imperial prison is a torture set by the royal family. How can people who enter the imprison be easily called to visit like the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple?

Cui Xie took out his money from his waist and said, "The student is a disciple of Xueshi Li who was arrested today and is here to visit his teacher. My husband is really innocent and was arrested. I beg the two adults to be accommodating and let the students in. Send a meal to see if he is healthy."

The two janitors looked at Yinzi with dizziness, but they both gritted their teeth and refused with tears: "He is guilty and innocent, and he is determined by his own sage. It is not you who have the final say. The people in this prison are all sinners who have passed the imperial court Li Dongyang was even more angry with the Sacred Heart and was ordered to jail. Where can I see him so nicely!"

Cui Xie couldn't ask for it. He really wanted to tell them to pass on Xie Ying and go in and enjoy the feeling of a privileged class. But he also knew more clearly that Xie Ying was the last person he couldn't find at this time.

At least you can't find Xie Ying in the Zhenfu Division.

Otherwise, people think that Xie Ying has a relationship with Teacher Li, and then ask him to avoid suspicion, and change the trial of courtesy of Wanjia, I am afraid that the teacher will be tossed to death.

He sighed and gritted his teeth and said, "Can those two elder brothers bring these meals for me? My teacher is over 40 years old and has weak bones. Where can he stand the dampness of the prison bardo, he always has to give him some wine. Keep out the cold."

The two gatekeepers looked at the wine jar, and said embarrassingly: "The man who took the case..." This is the **** in the palace Liang and the former commander Wanda Wan who have both greeted him. Can they not be serious? Some?

When they were about to persuade Cui Xie again, a handsome and gentle man in the scarlet robe suddenly walked up from the side door of the Zhenfu Secretary and waved the two school lieutenants back to work. He strode to Cui Xie by himself, his eyebrows darkened, his eyes lowered to look at him, and he whispered: "This is the second time I have seen you come to visit the prison."