The Hanlins fish on weekdays. They don’t want to compile the conventions, and run to write dramas...Although the bachelor of the academy has opened one eye and closed one, but when watching the drama, everyone has to communicate and exchange. To express the secret feelings and feelings of being busy with official duties and not having time to write poetry and music, don't ask your boss to come.

In the first performance, he only invited people to participate in the dramatization, and chased him every day to ask people who could perform it.

Yang reviewed Yang Tinghe, although he was only a member of the seventh rank, but because he wrote the play mainly, Li Dongyang asked him to sit as the chairman when he arranged the seats, and he was accompanied by Xie Qian and Wang Hua. The next few defecations are based on the status of editing, editing, reviewing, and Shujishi, and only two are inserted in the middle that are not Hanlin-the original Cui Xie and the art director Lu Juren.

Two people who failed to pass the entrance examination suddenly sat in the middle of the Hanlin, and the excitement was beyond words.

Cui Xie wanted to draw portraits of them one by one, and bury them with these images when he was buried, so that future historians could see. Lu Juren also had a great poem, holding a pencil and a folded small book and smearing it, writing down the best lines that flashed in his mind.

The Hanlins in front were also very excited.

On the stage in front of them, an elegant and secluded boudoir appeared: colorful gauze hanging down, flower branches inserted diagonally, two windows on the painted wall behind them, the distant mountains and nearby trees appeared outside the windows, and a twig slanted from the corner of the window. Vertically downward. On the table, there are jade pots of marigolds, green grapes, yellow pomegranates, and a lacquered mirror with its back to the audience. The begonia patterns on it all show a kind of laziness that literati loves.

When everyone was seated, Li Dongyang clapped his hands and ordered the show to begin.

At the end of the stage, the door of the boudoir was pushed open, and a curvy figure stepped into the house with a pipa in his arms. There were a few thin veils hanging in the room, and the figure of the young lady stopped behind the scenes, showing an airy state in the shadows, and her snow-white skin was lined with purple gauze, which was endlessly charming.

It's a pity that her face is too round, her eyes are not long enough, and her nose is slightly rounded, not as good as the beauty on the drawing.

Everyone whispered a few words, wishing to catch the scholar who painted the manuscript and ask him where he met the beauty, why can't he invite him to perform this play!

Fortunately, that beauty rubbed powder thickly, covering up all the ugliness, even though he was not as good as the fairy in the painting, he was considered a person in the painting. After she walked out, she half-sided and glanced out of the fake window, listening to the sound of the strings, she suddenly opened her throat and sang "a river breeze": "When the rain is clear, the mountains are clean, and the ice frame should be written. "

Vigorous and colorful, she is really beautiful! The audience suddenly cheered, and everyone admired: "Jie Fu's strokes of the gods! At this time, the ordinary drama has to set up a piece of guest white, how can it be like this first tune straight into the hearts of the people!"

Yang Tinghe said in a low-key voice: "Where, where, do I want to be new? It's just that after reading the picture in the base book, I feel that such a scene is not suitable for nothing, I must sing and sing."

Having said this, he couldn't help looking backwards, trying to find out where the young man who gave Li Dongyang's manuscript was Junxiu. After looking around, there were only two scholars besides his colleagues-even Li Dongyang's younger brother and son were detained in the courtyard for his father to study, and failed to come over to listen to the drama. One of the two scholars was a disciple of Li Dongyang, and the other was from Henan Lu Ju, who must have been the author who they had long wanted to see.

He took a deep look at Lu Juren, but he felt that he was not younger than himself, and his heart was wobbly, holding a glass of wine to make friends or not.

The play on stage is just right, let's talk about it after watching the play.

After she sang three sentences, she said that her family lived in Pennsylvania and her father was a local pastoral officer. She was honest and caring for the people and dedicated herself to serving the court. Now that his father pledged tributes to Beijing, their mother and daughter spent the day clean at home, enjoying the scenery, waiting for their father to see Tianyan, handing over the messenger, and coming back for a family reunion of three.

Chen Ba's life experience, hooked on the strings of the pipa, sang "the shadow of the tree is the window, the color of the moss invades the curtain" outside the window, and "the pipa is clear in the ears, and the golden pot is ready" among singers. At the peak of leisure time, the strings on the side of the stage came to an abrupt end. A middle-aged beautiful woman rushed to the stage and wailed that her father had lost her tribute. She was tried in Beijing and distributed to Xifeng. She died depressed on the way. Things.

The joy suddenly turned to grief, and the mother and daughter hugged their heads in grief. A maid untied the veil from the pillars on both sides, closed the veil, and obscured the scenery of a fragrant boudoir.

The next scene is Mrs. Wang’s death on the occasion of the righteous husband, Wang Yaoniang went around to inquire about the facts of his father’s accident, and finally found out the origin of the black thief’s name, and determined to seek revenge on him. The setting was to be replaced by the mourning hall, and the purple veil on the stage had to be replaced with white silk. Lu Juren was afraid that his servants would not be elegant enough, so he quietly withdrew from the table to help get the background.

In the opening of the second scene, Mrs. Wang was dressed in plain clothes, holding a sharp blade on her chest, and sang a song [Drunk Taiping] with a mournful voice: "The road to the famous place is steep, and there are many people from the sea. Let everything rest. After official business is actually killing..."

After singing, he slashed across his throat with a knife, pressed his left hand against the blade and squeezed, there was a burst of bright red blood spurting out, dyeing the clothes red. Wang Yaoniang turned out from the back of the hall and saw the blood forming her waist. She ran up to support her, touched her lips, and she bit her lips tightly and vomited blood.

Real chicken blood.

The actor is very artistic. He spit out mournfully with blood in his mouth. He could talk while vomiting. He taught his daughter to live a good life in the future. Sooner or later, the father's hatred would be avenged, and he would burn a paper money for the two elders.

Wang Yaoniang replied repeatedly, and sang two more slow songs. Wang's husband tilted her head and finally died. Yao Niang was wearing heavy filial piety and lying on her body, thin white flakes fell on her head, I don't know if it was Yang Hua or paper money.

The curtains on both sides fell down for the first time, covering the vast white space on the stage.

Several Hanlins in the audience could not help applauding. Yang Tinghe was most excited and exclaimed: "What do you think of this passage! Although I wrote this play, I never thought it would snow here! June Feixue Its form is similar to "Dou E's Injustice", and both Dou'e's injustice and the injustice of this royal official were framed by thieves. That Dou'e was the father who avenged her daughter's injustice, and Wang Yaoniang was the daughter who avenged her father. This snow is really true. It's fascinating!"

Wang Hua said, "Why is it snow? Isn't that Yang Hua? Why does it snow in the house. There are Yang branches outside her window, I think it should be Yang Hua. The wind blows away the Yang Hua, just as spring is coming. With the change of time and temper, Wang Yaoniang has taken off her filial piety, isn't she going to Beijing?"

The two had their own reasons, and the Hanlins joined in the discussion one after another. They argued, and no one knew which one was right. Just catching up with the stage and sweeping the white silk for a long time, the curtains are not open, the few Hanlins are young and vigorous, and they are a little anxious, so they got up and pulled Lu Juren and asked, "Brother Lu, is it Yanghua or Xue on that stage? Is it Yang Hualuo's return to spring or Tian Lian orphan, March Feishuang?"

Lu Juren didn't know either!

Lu Juren felt the happiness and pressure surrounded by the Hanlin group, and said decisively: "It is the reed flower! We picked the reed flower by the Jishuitan when we came! As for why we should put the reed flower on the stage in this scene, we have to ask. Choi Xie, the rehearsal person."

Cui Xie looked at what Luhua had come up with, and said that Xuerong's plain clothes looked good, so of course he had to ask him!

Cui Xie touched his nose, and said embarrassedly: "In fact, I just think it looks so good..."

I feel that there are so many scenes of people buried in the snow in the movie, which are quite artistic. The Hanlins really deserve to give the prince the questions, and they don’t miss any chance of reading and comprehension!

Yang Tinghe stared directly at Cui Xie's face at this time, compared with Lu Juren who was standing aside, and then touched his own face...

This is the real young talent younger than them, Lu Juren seems to be older than him!

He looked back at Li Dongyang and asked, "Brother Li, just talk about the latecomer who wrote the manuscript. Is it really you a disciple?"

The generals often ignored Lu Hua, and the person sitting next to Cui Xie quickly picked up Cui Xie and asked, "He is the mysterious talented man? Li lord, you, you are so honest!"

Li Dongyang smiled indifferently, restrainedly, and steadily: "What's there to say? Didn't the school master Jiefu, did you guys change it together? He can draw one or two strokes at most for his children's family. , Nothing."

What a big deal! There is no Wang Yaoniang who is as beautiful as a fairy, there is no Xie Qianhu who is handsome and handsome, and there is no... eh, who else is it?

The white clothes fluttering, the divine spirit is cold...

By the way, the Jin Yiwei who was married to the girl!

Without these exquisite embroidered portraits, how could Yang Hanlin easily write a school book to others? How come there are so many people helping to review the text?

Everyone immediately dropped Yang Hua and Xue Xue without mentioning them, and asked how the portraits of Cui Xie were painted. Everyone from Xie Qianhu can occasionally see that the embroidered portrait looks very similar to a real person. What about Yao Niang and her husband? But is there a real person?

Yes, it's not from Daming.

Cui Xie sighed: "Students draw this painting based on what they think of in their hearts. I have never painted it. Only Xie Qianhu, because he was the original person in this case, painted the portrait according to himself. ."

Isn't such a beauty not alive...

Such beauties really don't look like people in the world. Although Zhong Hanlin was lost, he felt a bit like this. After a few sighs, he let go of his arms, and turned to joke: "The painting skills of this disciple of Li Xueshi can be compared with that of Wu Zhong and Shen Zhou. I will be a hundred years later. , I have to ask him to give me a portrait!"

It doesn't have to be a hundred years, or let's paint now?

Cui Xie is eager to give a portrait of the big guys after the show. Li Dongyang pressed him and advised his colleagues: "Don't praise him, telling him to think about it. I also expect him to get a Jinshi next year in the middle of the year, and come back in his twenties. The teacher’s name!"

The ninth day of August next year will be the day for the opening of the township examination. There is no leap month in between, and there are only 364 days left to gather together. Li Dongyang, his brothers, colleagues, and friends are all child prodigies. Cui Xie has been a child prodigy at this age. He also bears the name of a child prodigy and is taught by a famous teacher. Also a bit dull.

Yang Tinghe smiled and said, "Brother Li is afraid of it? He Zhong is now in a good time. The "Four Books" are all made by our Hanlin scholars. The crown prince has done the title. How many officials in the world can receive such treatment? If you are afraid that he is not good at learning Confucian classics, then I... There are two champions, Wang and Xie, and ask them to produce a few more sets of papers. Are you afraid that you won't be able to do a good job?"

Everyone laughed: "Exactly. Although we don't have the skill of Master Yang to write tunes, it is not difficult to write a few scripture titles. From now on, it will be easy to give him one set every day."

Li Dongyang thanked his colleagues for Cui Xie, patted him again, and asked, "What do you think?"

What else to say. Cui Xie stood up and thanked everyone, closing his eyes and chanting: "Shushan has roads and diligence as a path, and there is no end to study the sea."

He is a hard worker, and the big guys who watch the show are very happy.

The curtain on the stage reopened, and the background curtain was replaced with a view of peaches circling the bank, mountains and streams, and a small stone bridge crossing the stream. On the stage were weeping willows, poplar trees, and strange rocks. The girl was dressed in plain gauze, embraced the pipa, and with a simple bun on her head, she slid into Taichung in a curling manner.

There was wind blowing towards her from somewhere in the audience, making the big sleeves of the gauze skirt fluttering. Just looking at this posture, you don't need to sing so bright and affectionate songs, just saying a few words at will is also Yaotai Xianzi.

From the second fold, it is the story of the young lady playing the pipa and singing, everywhere inquiring about the identity of the black-clothed man with the old Zhang, the peddler, and the mother-in-law, seeking revenge in the capital, and being interrogated by the Jin Yiwei. All the way, she was rushing hard, and her plain clothes did not stain the dust. The whiter became whiter, and the bitter became more bitter. People who wrote and proofread the manuscript in the audience could not help but tear their eyes.

Before the end of the play, everyone asked the Li family for pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and used their best skills to write poems for Yao Niang. They also wrote articles to comment on the play, advocating it as the first drama in the Chenghua Dynasty.

After the authors watched the premiere, it was the turn of the main sing-e-goers in the play, the soul hero Xie Qianhu and his group of Jinyiwei.

Xie Ying outsourced a garden in the city and asked the Fushou squad to sing for five days in a row, from the ninth day to the thirteenth day, just to avoid the most stressful palace guard work around August 15.

When listening to the play on the first day, I first invited Zhu Ji, the head boss of the town, Fusi from Nanbei Town, the two townsmen of Nanbei Town, the fourteen empty thousands of households, and the school lieutenant who should take a shift on this day.

Wan Tongzhi, the younger brother of Concubine Wan, was supposed to be invited, but he had just been transferred to the army and was busy eating a feast of his subordinates. He was not too impressed with the wine offered by a thousand households, so he refused to come. However, the two ambassadors did not dare to come out easily because the Mid-Autumn Festival was near and the affairs were piled up.

Only the conductor and Zhi Zhu Ji had been exempted from the examination of his own guard a few days ago. It was when he was all right and light, he went out to drink and listen to the show.

When everyone went to play downstairs in the garden, they were a little shocked when they saw the finely arranged setting on the stage. Gao Baihu shook his head: "This Fushou squad is also very good, and I don't know who to find the big screens and fake scenes. It looks good, and it's a bit of an official setting."

Others are staring at the beauty, and he is there to show how to set the scene, if it is not for his father's face, some people would like to put a sack on him and drag it down.

Fortunately, the previous scenes are full of sorrows and grievances. The Jinyi guards don’t like to listen to them, and they don’t care about singing. They just watched Wang Yaoniang’s fairy appearance and Madam Wang’s vomiting blood and vomiting beautifully. They also cheered heavily and handed the floor. Throw money up.

When Lu Hua fell to bury the mother and daughter, they didn't bother to guess what Yang Huafeixue, but just looked at the beauty in plain clothes and snow.

When Wang Yanniang wandered around holding the pipa, the authors were so moved that they all cried with them, but this group of Jinyiwei just commented on her figure, posture, and demeanor of action, studying how heroes rescued her to avenge her when she met such a poor beauty.

Just as these people were discussing passionately, a team of Jinyiwei suddenly walked out from the corner of the stage, dressed in similarly fashionable draggers like their new ones, all handsome and brave. The first Jin Yiwei has thicker makeup than others, with long eyebrows, big eyes, slightly thick lips, and a very romantic figure. He came to the stage to stop the girl from questioning his identity.

Several lieutenants who patrolled the street in the audience shot up and said angrily: "Nonsense, how dare you slander your grandpa Jin Yiwei! I have waited for such a dark face to question such a poor beautiful woman!"

Someone beside him held him down and persuaded, "This is a play requested by Xie Qianhu. It will be performed for a few days. Could it be a slander for us?"

Zhu Ji was also surprised and said: "There is actually Jin Yiwei in the drama, no wonder you have a play to invite people to watch. Did Jin Yiwei in this play dare to question her or help solve the case?"

Xie Ying smiled while looking at the stage, and replied in a low voice: "Naturally, we have our Jinyiwei from beginning to end. If we are not well written, how can the lower officials invite adults and your colleagues to see? This is just the beginning. You will see later."

After the team of Jin Yiwei questioned Wang Yaoniang's life experience, the leading Qiao Xiaosheng said: "The little lady has a pitiful life and a respectable ambition. If you think of me as a magnificent man, the guardian of the imperial court, can she be chivalrous than a weak woman? How can I let such a fierce woman live in the dust?"

This is the true color of their Jin Yiwei!

The captains cheered, and several thousand households secretly sighed why they had no such luck, leading the team to meet a beautiful woman. Zhu Ji said: "Either the official posted a memorial and asked you to patrol Xie Ying in Beijing, and save the people from the previous offices day and night, and let the old man feel sorry for them after reading it?"

Forget it, they are people with a family and a mouth, how can they compare with Xie Ying who is not tired of a family.

Everyone talked and laughed a few times, and the stage showed that Jin Yiwei school Wei Fengyun was going to send her to the inn, and taught her to settle down and discuss other things.

All Jin Yiwei exited first, and he was the only one who escorted the girl off the court, and the curtain fell. When the curtain opened again, there was a towering official residence, with a niche standing in the middle of the house, and a pair of Jinyiwei turned out from behind the screen, and finally came out a handsome niche wearing a bi-cloth.

This person is taller and taller than others, with a chic figure and extraordinary handsome appearance. He looks more magnificent than the previous Feng Yun who saved Wang Yaoniang.

He walked slowly to the hall, with a different pace than others, and his posture when walking had a special demeanor. Everyone underneath guessed that this was the real protagonist, and just by looking at the gait, it was extraordinary.

Only Xie Ying looked at the tall figure and slightly swaying gait, and she couldn't help but smile when she remembered the high cushion taken out of Cui Xie's shoes.

It just so happened that Feng Yun on the stage also acted as a Baike, and said: "Xiaoren Xiaoxiaowei Fengyun, pay a visit to Qianhu Xie adults."

The audience suddenly exploded, and even Zhu Tongzhi almost stood up and looked at the Xie Qianhu on the stage and said, "Is there really a Xie Qianhu? The previous discount only said it was a black thief, but it was the one you caught. Black-clothed thief! Can't blame me for seeing that actor is tall and looks a bit like you, but he is actually acting as you? Who is Feng Yun?"

The school lieutenants in the audience put Feng Yun on themselves one after another, and those with the words Feng and Yun in their names, and those who had done black pirates, all pressed themselves into Feng Yun.

Only Gao Baihu did not go out to patrol the street, so he couldn't match the characters. Instead, he focused on other places. He pointed to the xiaosheng who played Xie Qianhu on the stage and said, "Isn't Lu Erlang who pretends to be Xie Qianhu? Remember that his body is medium and flat, not as tall as me, how come after dressing up as Master Xie, he looks a bit taller than others?"

Yup! He played a thousand households, and he looked more handsome than ordinary school captains, and they didn't argue, but his shoes were flat. How did he rise up?

Xie Ying remembered the appearance of Cui Xie's insoles, she couldn't help lowering her eyelids, and smiled faintly: "It's just a cushion in the shoes. I've seen the cushions. Wearing it is a hindrance. It's better to wear high-soled shoes. If you really want to know. , I turned back and asked how they did it, but shouldn't you concentrate on watching the show at this time? Then Wang Yaoniang is coming out again."

That has to be seen!

Forget the crying in the front, but in the back are their Jin Yiwei and the beautiful Wang Yaoniang. Just looking at the clothes is worth watching carefully!

Everyone quickly cast their eyes on the court--

At this time, the screen reopened, and Feng Yun went to the inn again, and told Wang Yanniang that he had reported the black robbery to thousands of households. The thousands of households had ordered people to investigate inside and outside the capital, to find out about the black robbers, and wanted to help her. A matter of revenge.

Yao Niang embraced Pipa and bent over to thank him. She was willing to sing a song to comfort him. She sang a set of [Liangzhou Xu] with Pipa in her arms to show her feelings: "...the cold wind cuts, the smooth sand is fine, how can the Guanshan road return? The tears of an orphan girl, few people know... Today, I finally have the eyes of God, and I cannot help but I am willing to lay down my life and sacrifice my life with the officials every time the thief is captured."

After she sang a deep blessing, everyone in the audience could not help but cheer up loudly, waiting for Feng Yun to take the beautiful lady to the good night. Just at this moment, Master Xie, who walked one step at a time and had a special aura, came out again and asked Feng Yun to help her up and praise her for her filial piety and bravery. He was willing to use her as a beauty trick and arrest black clothes. Pirate.

The curtain hung down to block the stage. But when a lone man and a widow lower the curtain, and a lone man and a widow and a boss under the curtain, what can be thought of behind the curtain is different.

With Xie Qianhu, the big Buddha pressing on top, they didn't dare to enter Feng Yun and what did Yao Niang do in the background! Bai Blind Feng Yun is such a good appearance, Bai Blind their romantic clothes of Jin Yiwei!

Everyone is criticizing the dramas written by the literati, and they do not understand the aesthetics of the masses of the people. The screen is opened again, the smoke rises from the furnace, and the room is once again pretended to be an elegant boudoir. Four maids wearing double-breasted skirts and double-breasted hairs gathered in front of a mirror table.

A bronze mirror on the stage is directly covering Wang Yaoniang's face, and she can only be seen combing Wangxian's bun, and her hair is fixed with dyed wooden beads inlaid with copper and made of golden flowers.

The strings rang suddenly, and the four maids backed away.

Behind the mirror, Wang Yaoniang sang "Green clouds pile the temples, her cheeks are faintly scented", she stood up from behind the table, revealing slender eyebrows, slightly thin and upturned eyebrows, and smeared her cheeks. Beautiful face with snow skin and vermilion lips. Her head was piled high with buns, studded with jewelry, she wore long broken bead earrings on her ears, and there was a red flower tin on her forehead. He was wearing a large ivory-colored robe with a double-breasted collar, lined with a small high-collared coat of red root, and a gold collar with enamels around the neck.

The pale yellow light refracted by the light board hit her face from both sides, blurring the not-so-exquisite outline of her face, leaving only the painted brows, eyes, and lips, dark hair like clouds, and unspeakable.

That song is also being sung in time, something like "A smile in the wind is not spring, suspected to be the soul of Pear Blossom Moon..."

Who said that the play written by the literati is not good, the writing is good! It's such a person, so you have to sing such a song!

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The reference book is "Sanqu History of Ming and Qing Dynasties" by Zhao Yishan

The specific song and author will be on tomorrow