After the banquet, while going to change clothes and freshen up, Yang Yuyao could not help but complain to Yang Yuhuan.

 You know that I don’t like that bastard, so why don’t you throw a child-baptism banquet for him?”

Yang Yuhuan let Zhang Yunrong recombine her bun, her eyes always fell on the playbook in her hand, and she murmured as if singing and reciting: "The door is hidden in the pear blossom courtyard, and the pink wall is as high as the blue sky... As high as the blue sky? Three

Can sister sing?"

 “Ask you, I don’t really want to recognize that fat pig as my nephew. The whole book is 520.????”

"The saint said that he knew the languages ​​of the six ethnic groups and the customs of the Hu people. I can't remember clearly. In short, he can only be used in the north and cannot treat the patients poorly." Yang Yuhuan did not raise his head and said casually: "I can't imitate Mei.

The concubine is cold and boring. Everything the saint likes is written in the lyrics, but the three words 'youthful' are just there to accompany her."

 “Youth-like, youthful-looking, I am already thirty and still have to accompany the player’s family to drink.” Yang Yuyao is indeed bold, she dares to complain in front of the palace maid, and she pays attention to her true temperament.

Yang Yuhuan clearly watched the play seriously, but this sentence really caught on to his heart, and asked: "Isn't the third sister more than thirty? How can you become younger after recognizing a sworn brother?"

“You’re so annoying.” Yang Yuyao said, “Then guess what I like?”

"That turn of the eyes before leaving is really annoying. Xiudao is a young student, and his desire to arouse emotions can lead to a hard-hearted person." Yang Yuhuan sang another line in a low voice, frowned, looked doubtful, and said to himself: "This play should be...

How to sing it?"

 After finishing her makeup and coming out, a palace maid immediately came forward to greet her and said: "My concubine, is the text of the play still in your hands? Can I send it to you and make a copy?"

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 “This is the spoken word of the sage.”

“I won’t give it to you either.” Yang Yuhuan protected the scroll and stepped back, “I’ll talk about it after I’ve read it.”

 Turning back to the hall, he saw Li Longji talking with Li Guinian about rehearsing the opera, looking quite serious.

 For this emperor, governing the country was easy, but the change in dramatic form was a considerable challenge that required careful consideration.

“I just took a quick look and found that every twist in his opera is connected to a tune, and there are dozens of tunes in it.”

Li Guinian saluted and said, "Your Majesty, can you give me the opera for me to have a look at?"

 “Well, Taizhen is back, quickly give the play to General Gao to have someone copy it.”

Yang Yuhuan saw that the saint was serious, so he had no choice but to hand it over.

Li Longji actually called Li Guinian over, stood behind the chamberlain who was copying the opera, and gave instructions.

This song is interesting. It is sung by an old woman, introducing Yingying and Matchmaker. It seems to be about trivial matters at home, as if it is ordinary, but in fact it is ingenious and well-organized. Every word is rare. I have thought about it.

How to arrange this song...

An Lushan sat watching this scene from a distance, feeling anxious. He wore the tiger head bellyband, hugged his big belly and asked from a distance: "Sage, what kind of fun dance is this? Can Hu'er dance?

?"

"No, no, no." Li Longji had an unprecedented drama about to appear in his mind, and he rejected An Lushan's participation with a wave of his hand, "You can only dance Hu Xuan folk dance, what I want to rehearse is elegant opera."

 He ​​had seen Gao Ya a lot in the past and it was too stale, so he found Hu Er's acting interesting. But once a new level opened up on Gao Ya, Hu Er was not qualified to see it.

The chamberlain had just copied a wedge, and Li Longji had already handed it to Li Guinian with his own hand, urging: "Come on, come on, Mr. Li, take a look."

An Lushan had no choice but to retreat, letting his flexible little eyes roll around, unable to think of a way.

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  At night, there is peace and tranquility in Yuzhen Temple.

 Li Tengkong knocked on the door and waited. Li Jilan opened the door and stood there wrapped in a quilt without combing his hair. Update faster xs520.

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There are scattered papers everywhere in the room. They are all the scraps of "The Romance of the West Chamber" written by Li Jilan during this period, which almost makes people have nowhere to start.

 “Let’s talk in the back.”

 The two of them walked around the screen, pulled it open slowly, and sat down on the couch.

Li Jilan seems to have not recovered from the story. She is a little dazed, speaking and doing things slowly. This symptom started a while ago, as if she has been at the desk for too long and has forgotten how to communicate with others.

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 “Is Ji Lanzi sick?”

 “No, I just feel empty.”

"You and I, as cultivators, are cultivating the obstacles in our hearts." Li Tengkong said: "It's getting late, so Xue Bai won't come. You don't have to wait, just rest early."

Xue Bai took the play away and said that he would come and tell her if there were any results. She was worried that Li Jilan would not be relieved, so she came here to tell her.

 “Sir, you won’t come again in the future, will you?”

　　"He is a person who does not go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything."

Li Jilan was still looking forward to it, and said: "But this is a Taoist temple, not the Three Treasures Hall...

 After writing The Romance of the West Chamber, both of them felt that something was missing, but fortunately they could still accompany each other. Late at night, Li Jilan asked Li Tengkong to stay, and the sisters and sisters crowded on the couch, feeling much more at ease.

After chattering for a long time, Li Tengkong gently patted Li Jilan's shoulder and said, "Go to sleep."

"Um."

Li Jilan turned his back, moved, pressed against her arm, and soon fell asleep.

Li Tengkong was about to put out the candle when he suddenly saw an open book under his pillow, so he picked it up and read it.

Looking at the dim candlelight in the room, I saw that the title of the book is "Youxian Cave", which seems to be about an official visiting the immortals in a cave. The words are very gorgeous, the description of the scene is "the haze is thin, the springs and rocks are clear", and the characters speak also. Elegant, it also showed a few delicate landscape paintings at the beginning, and she continued to look down.

 Gradually, something seemed wrong.

 Flip back again, and suddenly, a picture appears on the page, and the accompanying text on the other page is also quite gorgeous.

“There is no one to control my heart, and my emotions are uncontrollable. I join the Red Army, and my feet are covered with green quilts. Their lips are in contact with each other, and one arm supports their head...

Li Tengkong didn't want to look at it, but fortunately this thing was much more subtle than what Eleven Niang had given him before, so it wouldn't be too much of an eyesore. I think Li Lilan had filled it out in order to write a play. He was groggy that night, and the next day , unexpectedly I heard Jiaonu come to report Xue Bai early in the morning.

 Li Tengkong somewhat blamed him, as there was no reason for the little girl to write a play. But when they arrived in the hall, seeing Xue Bai's serious look, it seemed that they were overthinking it.

 “Sir, how are you?” Li Jilan didn’t show off and asked earnestly as soon as they met.

“Very good.” Xue Bai finally praised, “The saint is indeed interested, but he wants to make a bet with me...

When they heard that if they lost this rehearsal competition, the saint would grant Xue Bai a marriage, the expressions of the two women changed.

Then how can we win?”

“I know in my heart what effect I want, but I can’t describe it.” Xue Bai said, “It’s nothing more than casting and rehearsal, it’s just music, but there’s a lot to coordinate in all aspects of costumes.”

“Can we help too?” Li Jilan’s eyes suddenly lit up.

 She thought that when the play was finished, the matter would come to an end, but at this moment she realized that it was actually just the beginning, and they would have to get along with each other for a long time.

Li Tengkong quickly pulled her and whispered: "We are cultivators and are not allowed to go on stage. The whole book is 520.????"

"Help with the planning. Sir has chosen the role. We can go there often to take a look." Li Jilan was quite excited. Li Tengkong swept the whisk lightly, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a struggle in his heart.

“I’m really not good at opera and music, so I’m tired.” Xue Bai said, “By the way, this matter can also make you two gain the favor of the saint.”

 It sounds like they helped OA in order to promote their father and brother in the officialdom

 The carriage stopped in front of Xue's house.

Mingzhu came down first, ordered the servants to carry down the gifts given by the saint, and said to Liu: "I heard that Xue's house in Xuanyangfang was about to be repaired, but Xue Lang said that he had other uses there, so he moved here first."

"The emperor's kindness is so great that the saint treated this child too favorably." Mrs. Liu was truly grateful to the saint for his generosity, and he also gave him a mansion and property.

Mingzhu had seen a lot, so he was not surprised and asked, "Is Miss Huangfu here? I have something to say to her."

Qinglan was still thinking about whether the concubinage was progressing too fast, so as not to delay Lang Jun's marriage to the wife of a wealthy family. When Mingzhu came to visit that day, she frowned when she saw her before she opened her face.

 “How come you haven’t come through the door yet?”

"Ah I...

"If you don't move faster, you will still have a share when the saint gives the princess to Xue Bai. The concubinage must be done as soon as possible to stop the arrogance of those strong and arrogant girls from the mother's family."

Qinglan was frightened at first, then realized her shame and then became brave.

Mingzhu went over and said, "Last night, Mrs. Guo's house did not surrender Xue Lang's demon. I left it for you to surrender." Qinglan was puzzled at first, but after hearing this, her face turned red and she was at a loss.

 “See for yourself.”

Mingzhu handed over a picture scroll and drifted away...

 At night.

 “Do you, Sir, take a bath?”

"Okay." Xue Bai looked down at the lines of his waist, nodded with satisfaction, and said to himself: "When you take a shower, you must also wash your eyes."

 “What did Mr. Lang say?”

“You don’t understand, and you don’t need to understand.

Today Qinglan is different from usual. She is standing by the screen and wandering around, interpreting the fusion of lingering and not daring to stay for a long time.

"What are you doing?"
To be continued...