God Catch starts with adding points

In her opinion, with the book "The Peony Pavilion", Lu Bai is almost certain to win.

The only problem is that she prays that the original owner of Lu Bai's book won't come to her, otherwise, if she wins in more than half a month, she will be laughed at and lose face.

Regarding this, after Lu Bai wiped his face clean, he turned his head and reassured Gu Qinghuan, "You can completely regard this script as written by me!"

This play was originally given by a panel, and Lu Bai had never seen Mr. Tang Xianzu's face before. He believed that no one would come to him. He made Gu Qinghuan feel relieved.

Seeing that he was so determined, Gu Qinghuan felt a little relieved.

Lu Bai told her to have a good rest, not to worry about the script, and then went out to have breakfast.

In fact, Gu Qinghuan had almost seen it.

Looking through it again, it is to pick up important sentences and paragraphs and read them-many of the paragraphs are really well written.

For example, love does not know where it started, and it goes deeper and deeper.

That's what she did to Lu Bai.

Gu Qinghuan closed her eyes and was about to take a nap when she suddenly remembered something, "Have the two troupes arrived yesterday?"

Yun Niang is flipping through the playbook on the table.

She shook her head, "Madam, go to bed first, if they come, I will properly arrange them."

Gu Qinghuan responded, and warned: "These people must be cultivated well, and their loyalty must be ensured. Some of them may enter the Haoqi Sect and become disciples of the head of the sect. There are also some who will be of great use to us even if they sing. .”

Yun Niang solemnly agreed.

Gu Qinghuan thought for a while, and then ordered: "Ask if there are any of the female disciples who want to learn opera and practice, and write to my hometown, asking them to pick some seedlings who love to listen to and sing opera."

Yunniang nodded, "Remember it."

She stepped forward to cover Gu Qinghuan's back, lowered the curtain, waited for a while, and went out after seeing that Gu Qinghuan had no orders.

Lu Bai had breakfast and left the wine house refreshed.

The sun was just rising now, and its rays pierced through the shade of the budding trees and cleared the fog from the streets.

The fog near the river is extremely humid.

The road paved with bluestone slabs was wet.

However, the air is filled with a burst of warm spring, moist and moist breath, which penetrates the heart and spleen.

As soon as he went out, Lu Bai saw a middle-aged man wearing silk and satin, standing at the door with a nervous expression on his face, wanting to enter but not wanting to enter for a while.

"Looking for someone?" Lu Bai got on the horse and looked down at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was a little afraid of Lu Bai, so he nodded timidly, and took out a greeting card from his sleeve.

Lu Bai glanced, "Go in."

"Yes Yes."

The middle-aged man who hadn't made up his mind entered the wine house timidly, and the servant inside quickly reported it to Yunniang.

Yunniang asked the female disciple from Yancheng to guard the door, and if Gu Qinghuan had any orders to wait on, she picked up the playbook and went to the living room to meet the middle-aged man.

"Please sit down." Lady Yun's servant served tea to the middle-aged man and sat down, "Have you thought it through?"

This middle-aged man was the leader of yesterday's finale troupe.

His surname is Zhou.

This troupe was built by him, and the actors in the troupe were also trained by him.

Before coming to the capital, they also made a lofty ambition, saying that they would let a few disciples enter the opera troupe, and make their Huanxi Troupe famous, making Huanxi Troupe one of the top opera troupes, and embarking on a virtuous circle from then on.

Unexpectedly, Meng Duan yesterday Lu Bai made a big fuss.

Liyuan accepts disciples, paying attention to talent, but also pay attention to age.

If you have talent and age, Liyuan will not accept it. After all, the most important thing in practice is age.

After all, not everyone is Lu Bai, progress is not human.

Many people's practice still depends on time and hard work to accumulate. If they are not young, they probably have not improved their realm to prolong their lives, and they will already die of old age, death, illness, so what is the practice.

So age is a big hurdle.

As for the characters in their Huanxi class, it can be said that after this year, there is little hope for next year.

Furthermore, there are talented people from previous generations in the Jiang family. This year's finale day is already their extraordinary performance. Next year, they may not be able to enter the last three days of the Mojiatang meeting.

Last night, the leader of Huanxi decided to come to the wine house to give it a try after much deliberation.

Lu Bai's realm is so high, his people should not lie.

The head teacher thought so in his heart, but he still wanted to confirm, "Girl, the practice you mentioned yesterday—"

Yun Niang handed him the play book in her hand, "Look at this book."

The troupe master took it suspiciously, first looked at the name "The Resurrection of the Peony Pavilion", and couldn't see anything famous, so he could only slowly open the troupe, and then glanced at ten lines, and then his eyes froze.

"This script—" the class master muttered.

He hurriedly turned his attention to the beginning, read it intensively this time, and then he was shocked by the first sentence of the first play, "Leave others to live in a busy place. Do everything you can think of, and there is no one to enjoy. Days are spent and heartbroken." In other words, there is only love that is hard to tell in the world.”

The theater troupe owner has been in the Liyuan business for most of his life, so he still has good taste.

He realized right away that this was a good book, the words were gorgeous but not gaudy, and the writing was brilliant. It could be said that it was written by everyone at a glance. It can be said that just by the writing, he knew that the play was exquisite, elegant and beautiful. , every movement and stillness, every frown and smile, every gesture is like a painting.At that time, it will be sung well, it will sound elegant, like a work of art, it will definitely attract people's attention, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it will be empty for thousands of people.

There is no way, in the world of literati, this is what people like.

But people with literary talents have all gone to write poems, who will let them write plays, so such exquisite plays rarely appear.

I just don't know what the story is--

The theater troupe leader was afraid that Yunniang would be graded, so he put it on the desk, washed his hands, burned incense, bathed and changed his clothes, and then read it three times a day, carefully reading, indulging in the impulse of the day, and the pain in his heart of tyranny. Swipe down.

Waiting to read "Dream of a garden, under the plum tree, there is a beautiful woman, neither long nor short, as if seeing off and welcoming." Said: "Liu Sheng, Liu Sheng, when you meet me, you will have a marriage and a fortune. "So it was renamed Mengmei, and Chunqing was the word. It is exactly: "Dreams are short, dreams are long, and they are all dreams. What is the year after year? " At that time, the troupe master was startled.

This seems to be a love story about dreams.

I have to say, this is very novel, just as novel as having never read an online novel, and then seeing time travel and rebirth.But it shouldn't be too deviant, after all, the singers these days are the same as the TV dramas in Lu Bai's previous life. They always want to fall in love, and they don't know how to sing if they don't fall in love.

I just don't know how to love.

The class leader couldn't wait to continue scrolling down, probably knowing the story of falling in love in a dream, dying of injury, and later turning into a ghost, not only how to live happily together again.

This time, the head teacher's heart was completely aroused.

He wished he could take this playbook home now and read it carefully.

No way, Yunniang is still waiting.

He could only put down the book with great reluctance.

Seeing her put down, Yunniang glanced at him, "How is it?"

The head teacher had long forgotten about practice and the like.

This play is elegant in diction, well-written in language, and the key stories are twisted and novel, which is heartbreaking.

As a theater troupe leader, he is also obsessed with drama. He only has one mind now, which is to sing this damn good drama that I don’t know how to say, and I wish he could jump up and shout three times. I realized that this script is good.

What's more, if the actors in his troupe can't cultivate, their lives will be worthwhile relying on this play.

Therefore, the troupe leader made a decisive decision without hesitation: "Girl, my troupe will be handed over to Mr. Lu in its entirety! I only have one extravagant request, and that is to let our troupe sing this play."

Yun Niang looked at him in surprise, wondering why he made such a decision so quickly.

However, she didn't bother to create extra problems.

"Okay, then it's settled." She stood up, "Let your troupe pack up and try to move Jiantian into the restaurant."

As for accommodation.

Yunniang had already bought a nearby yard not facing the river, and used it for servants and theater troupe to live in.

The troupe master agreed, and then reluctantly pointed to the playbook, "This playbook——"

"There is only one copy of this playbook. I have someone copy it and hand it over to you. Your troupe is getting ready and trying to perform on stage in half a month. In addition—"

She solemnly told the troupe owner, "Let your people remember that Master Lu will be your master in the future, so don't have two minds. If not—"

She smiled lightly, "You must have seen what happened to Wang Changkang on the boat yesterday."

"Understood, understood." The head teacher nodded hurriedly.

He knows that Lu Zhenfu is very powerful. As long as their people don't want to die, they will never have second thoughts.

"That's good." After the threat, Yun Niang gave another sweet date, "This play is also a challenge for you. At that time, there will be several troupes singing at the same time. Which one of you has the ability? When the time comes, it will be accepted by my adults, and then the adults will teach you the cultivation method that matches this script.",

She clicked on the playbook in her hand, "As you have seen, this playbook contains flower gods, land, underworld judges, and ghost soldiers. There are many ways to practice, which are not inferior to those in Liyuan. "

The class leader was very surprised again, "This, this script, can you really practice?"

Yun Niang smiled triumphantly, "That's natural."

The head teacher believed it somewhat.

Not for anything else, just because the playbook is so well written.

He got up to leave, and then hurriedly repaired his troupe, trying to sing this book as soon as possible.

After Yunniang sent her away, she asked someone to call over the opera singer she bought yesterday—they also lived in the yard they bought.

Yun Niang is going to get them ready too.

This is the first step of Lu Bai's plan, nothing can go wrong.

**

Lu Bai led Wei Er and the Jin Yiwei transferred by Yancheng into Nanzhen Fusi.

Fang Qianhu came to meet him, and when he saw Jin Yiwei behind him, he asked suspiciously: "My lord, who are these—"

"Add some manpower to our Nanzhen Fusi. They are good people I transferred from Yancheng Jinyiwei." Lu Bai walked into the room and asked before sitting down: "Yesterday I asked you to go to the Red Building to investigate. Did you find anything about the supervisor’s way of buying officials?”

Fang Qianhu took a look at Jin Yiwei, the second-class guard.

He knew that these people were probably Lu Bai's cronies.

"No, no." Fang Qianhu shook his head, "Miss Xiaocui said that apart from Jin Yiwei and a few small bosses from Xishuiguan, the Supervisory Department has not brought any officials to her place."

Lu Bai thinks that it is not necessarily an official, maybe some brokers are also possible.

Fang Qianhu was in a dilemma, "Then it will be even more difficult to investigate. Who knows who the brokers are among the people hired by the Customs Supervision Department."

Lu Bai pondered for a while, and felt that it was really difficult to investigate. If this is the case, he can only start from the other side.

"Since the official position of the Customs and Supervision Department is bought, now that the official position is vacant, should we still sell it?" Lu Bai smiled, and he asked Fang Qianhu, "We investigated the case the day before yesterday and told them the prison Si disappeared?"

Fang Qianhu nodded, "Yes."

"Then the new superintendent is almost here soon." Lu Bai poured a cup of tea, "You go and invite him over for tea, and let's ask him how to sell an official."

As the saying goes, one radish is one hole, since the supervisor seat is vacant, the original person will definitely sell it.

Fang Qianhu looked embarrassed, "My lord, we are Nanzhen Fusi, please invite the supervisor to come over for tea, no, we don't have the right to—"

"It's not that you want to arrest him, but invite him to drink tea. What kind of rights do you have to drink tea?" Lu Bai argued plausibly.

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Chapter 366 Aggressive

"What if he doesn't come?" Fang Qianhu asked immediately.

Lu Bai didn't hesitate, "Tell him, we suspect that he has something to do with Yi Jinyiwei's disappearance, if he doesn't come, he won't be invited to drink tea, but to eat in prison."

Fang Qianhu smiled, "My lord, this is empty talk, let's—"

Lu Bai patted the table, "Hey, Lao Fang, you were very active yesterday, why are you trash today? Why, don't you want to inherit the position of Nanzhen Fusi?"

Fang Qianhu looked at Jin Yiwei, the second class Wei, and thought to himself that all your cronies have been transferred here, what else is there for me.

"Oh, Wei Er and the others."

Lu Bai reassured him, "Wei Er and the others are too low-level, and they are embarrassed by the important task of the governor. They will follow me wherever I go in the future."

"Oh-oh!" Fang Qianhu was relieved now.