Phoenix and Dragon

There are only Qin Feng and Xiao Yu in the room.

Qin Feng was greeted from the main entrance by people calling for thousands of times.

Xiao Yu was waiting there at some point.

Everyone knows that Song Guogong's son is a fan of theater, and if there is a clamor of gongs and drums in the capital, one can definitely find Xiao Yu by following the sound.

But at this time, he didn't settle down in the elegant seat in the front hall, but hid in the corner of the single room in the backstage aggrievedly, and he didn't know where Fang Yaxing was taking advantage of.

Qin Feng sat down in front of the mirror stand with a tea bowl in his hand. There were no windows in the room, no light could come in, and the lights were not lit during the day. This small room full of outfits seemed not very bright.

Xiao Yu resisted the urge to go up to argue with him, pushed aside the objects blocking the way, and stood in front of Qin Feng, with a dark face about to speak, when he saw the tea bowl in Qin Feng's hand, he was stunned for a moment.

He didn't hear Xiao Yu's retort, but Qin Feng didn't get used to it. When he looked up, he saw Xiao Yu's eyes. Following his gaze, he understood.

"It's a good thing." Qin Feng said in a low voice, and raised the bowl in his hand to take a closer look, Taohua's eyes were shining brightly, "This thing was a set of four back then. It was sent to the palace. Our queen mother was still a queen at that time. It coincided with the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the former emperor gave it directly. As a result, the things were not warmed in his hands. In just a few days, he accidentally smashed one of the gadgets, so he could only go to the Emperor Xian to apologize. The Emperor Xian was rarely angry, and said that this might be fate, there is no place for the fourth... Now, it is here to win Met one of the…”

Xiao Yu didn't answer, Qin Feng also smiled and didn't say any more, raised his head and said.

"Why? Why are you here in such a hurry?"

Xiao Yu was silent for a while, and then he continued: "The things in the west of the city are missing, the fire is not thunder, it was started by someone."

Qin Feng paused for a moment, then chuckled: "Nonsense, what a coincidence in the world? Do you think I'm just like you, and my mind is muddled after watching the theater?"

Xiao Yu: "..."

Qin Feng looks elegant, but in fact his mouth is offensive. Anyone who says a few words to him will be furious.

At that moment, Xiao Yu didn't want to talk to Qin Feng at all, he just wanted to hit him.

Just when Xiao Yu was wondering whether to do it or to copy someone, there was a sound of trotting outside, the footsteps were heavy and disorderly, obviously not from Lian Jiazi, but he came to the front in a blink of an eye, "Duo duo duo "Knocked on the door three times, and said impatiently: "Jiuye? Boss Qin?... The eldest son of Prince Su's mansion is here, right in front, and said he came to see you specially."

Qin Feng gave Xiao Yu a look, indicating to him where to go, what to do, and not to be an eyesore to himself.

Xiao Yu frowned, with a worried expression on his face. The prince who was originally elegant and noble, now looked like an old woman full of worries.

Qin Fengquan pretended not to see it, and put on a charming smile as if he changed his face in an instant. He didn't care whether Xiao Yu was hiding behind him or not. He lifted the hem of his long coat and pushed the concealed door with his hands: "Here we come."

Xiao Yu just took aim at a blind spot and hid in it, when Qin Feng, who didn't care about anything, responded, "Where is the son?"

As soon as the voice fell, he walked out with his legs lifted, and walked away silently after a few steps.

Xiao Yu sighed, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the tea bowl left by Qin Feng on the table, and instantly felt that he was more than just a caretaker.

What Qin Feng said is correct, this tea bowl was originally given to the Empress Dowager by the late Emperor, but one was smashed by Prince Su, and the remaining three were simply distributed to each of the three naive children of the Empress Dowager.

Today the one is in the palace, Prince Su is in the palace, and the one I see now is probably from the declining Princess Pingyang's mansion in the past.

Back then, the princess and the Marquis of Chang'an died one after another, and there was no one in charge of the mansion. It was chaotic at one time, and many things were taken out of the people by diabolical servants.

It happened to be this, and it happened to be here.

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Xiao Yu felt sorry for the heaven and the people, mourned the spring and hurt the autumn, but Qin Feng couldn't see it.

The theater building of Zhengyi Temple is full of people, and it is hard to find one downstairs. The golden rooster can't get down even if it is independent, and the needles can't find a seam. No, just stood there helplessly, not knowing what kind of excitement they were joining in.

Qin Feng has long been used to seeing such a popular scene. He spread his folding fan, concealed his face, and went around to the second floor along the corner where no one cares about him. Li Mingyuan had long been waiting in the private room, behind There were four or five servants from the palace standing there, posing aggressively, but for some reason, they seemed a bit nondescript.

Qin Feng looked at Fei Fanyingtian downstairs, and silently hid in the dark of the box, so as not to attract attention.

He went straight to Li Mingyuan's box, and then unhurriedly removed the folding fan that covered his face, took a flower in a chic way, and smiled sincerely: "Qin Feng has met the elder son, if he can invite the elder son to join him, Qin Feng The wind is really honored."

Of course Li Mingyuan knew that he was being polite. He used to only know that Qin Feng was so popular in the capital. Today, when he saw the crowds outside, he just met several disciples of nobles from Beijing who came to say hello. Eighty-nine times out of ten they came for Qin Feng.

But there are never too many good things to say.

Li Mingyuan was worried about other things, and he was also thinking about Qin Feng's appearance. He dealt with a group of acquaintances perfunctorily, and was annoyed by the messy voices. A comforting sentence, even the noisy noise downstairs seemed pleasant to the ears.

"Where. I know who these people are coming for...Come on, don't hold back, sit here." Li Mingyuan smiled and raised his chin, pointing to the empty seat beside him.

Li Mingyuan only brought his servants with him when he went out, and one of the servants he brought today is the one who goes out with him most often. He has seen Qin Feng before, and now he looks at Shi Ziye's face With a look on his face, he immediately dragged the others out with a wink.

Qin Feng rolled up his shirt with sleeves, revealing a wrist as white as porcelain, elegant and comfortable, with a calm smile.

"Thank you, my son." Qin Feng stretched out his hand, his slender fingers dangled in front of Li Mingyuan's eyes, turned to the teapot on one side, picked it up, and filled it up for Li Mingyuan graciously, "It's not time for me to appear on the stage. , I am honored to sit with the son for a while, what does the son like to hear?"

This is a flattery and polite question.

When Boss Qin was on the show, the guy had already prepared his outfit, and no one dared to choose what song he was in the mood to sing.

It is already very respectful to be able to specifically ask Li Mingyuan this question.

However, Li Mingyuan was completely clueless about these things in the Liyuan Bank - he didn't know anything about it. He could hear Qin Feng's respect, but he didn't realize what kind of preferential treatment this was. The other actors who appeared first were just for the sake of hanging.

At that time, the son of the world was only pleased with the group of monkey-like servants. The bustle in the distance set off Qin Feng's slightly drunken smile. Take a good look at him.

"What will Boss Qin sing?"

Ten percent of the people who asked this question were laymen who watched the excitement. If Prince Su or Second Prince Li listened to it, he would never be able to hold his head up in front of Qin Feng for the rest of his life.

Qin Jiuye, the head of the four famous actors, is the "performer" who can't perform in any opera in the Liyuan industry. When it is mentioned in the industry, everyone admires it. Count the operas in the world one by one. If you have never heard of it, you can't sing it without him. of.

However, Boss Qin was very tolerant of this, and he didn't know how his listening ears grew, as if they were stuffed with cotton sleeves, so he directly took this sentence as *.

"My lord, are you saying that you love to listen to whatever I sing?" The tone of the words was well-balanced, and the seductiveness in the expression was so revealing that people couldn't help but let go.

Li Mingyuan suddenly remembered that day in the alley outside Chen's house, that moonlight-like beauty when she was talking softly, his eyes could not help but narrowed slightly, he pushed himself closer to his bewitching face, and slightly stopped her with his hand Boneless and soft waist: "What? No way?"

"Where, the son wants to hear it, Qin must be on the job today." Qin Feng breathed like blue, the warm breath slowly traced Li Mingyuan's handsome and clear outline, after the superficial spring in the peach blossom eyes , It is as clear as water, "There is a play among the female generals of the Yang family called 'Exploring the Valley'. I wonder if the son has heard of it?"

The royal family is proud of knowing opera. Li Mingyuan, a dignified son of a prince, has been following the wind with two opera fans "dandies" in Jiawang's mansion since he was a child.

The son of the world may not be able to sing many operas, and he may not be able to match all the famous actors, but he can tell the general meaning of each play.

Just like Tangu in this episode of the female generals of the Yang family.

In fact, this play is sung very little.

In the early years, Empress Dowager An set off this wind of favoring opera. At the beginning, if this wind was a spring breeze that melted rain, it melted away the leisure time of the people in Beijing; then this wind basically turned into a demon wind. The yellow ones are all sung in the opera, many of the libretto are unsettling to the ear, but there are quite a few wretched and dirty people who take pleasure in it.

When the first emperor was in power, he felt that this kind of atmosphere was really indecent, so he simply banned it for a while.

Maybe the original intention of the first emperor was to suppress unhealthy trends. However, once this approach was in the hands of subordinates, it was a bit overkill. As long as the dramas were touched with love, they would be drastically changed. The effect of this rectification is simply disastrous. The excellent arias were almost lost at that time.

This situation has lasted for more than ten or twenty years, and it didn't get better until Jinshang succeeded to the throne.

However, extremes lead to opposites. People haven’t heard those romantic dramas for a long time. The more they prohibit them, the more they are interested in them. As a result, this trend has come together and has been prosperous for many years—this has led to another part of the orthodox Opera is popular but not popular, few people like to listen to it.

It is not easy for the play Tangu to survive from the storm of almost "killing all" back then. In recent years, few people have sung it, not because it is vulgar, but because it is not vulgar.

The story of the female generals of the Yang family, after careful study, really makes many people, especially the men in the dynasty, really not open enough.

In such a huge Song Dynasty, it is expected that a group of orphans and widows will be in command to guard the frontier. I am afraid that any old man with a heart higher than the sky will not like to listen.Not to mention, the country's hatred, the family's hatred, and the heroine's story are too heavy on every occasion.

In today's peaceful and prosperous age, people are trying to make fun of it, and no one likes to rush to get an education.

However, Li Mingyuan had heard of it.

This play was originally about the Northern Song Dynasty. Marshal Yang Zongbao led the army to guard the border and entered the "Gourd Valley" known as Juegu to investigate, but he was shot in the back and died.This incident was reported back to Tianbo Yang's Mansion, leading to the story of a female general of the Yang family who took the only son of the Yang family to the expedition, broke into the Juegu, escaped death, and climbed the plank road by chance to see the sky.

But now, in front of Fengyue Tower, Drunk Meng Shengge, chatting and laughing are all twittering, but I don't know why Qin Feng suddenly mentioned this play.

Li Mingyuan gave a lazy chuckle, and was about to respond that he had heard it, but his thoughts suddenly turned like a flash, and he suddenly remembered the business.

Shizi linked this idea back and forth, no matter how he thought about it, he felt a little unlucky.

His elder son didn't just come here today to join the audience and listen to the show, he had other important things to do.

Prince Su's mansion robbed the coffins of Chen and Yi in the thunder and fire. What was buried in the coffin was not the dead, but some other unspeakable things.

He came to Zhengyi Temple under the name of Tingxi to find out.

Li Mingyuan's whole body trembled suddenly, the beauty in his arms had beautiful features just now, but now he felt as if he was holding a hedgehog in his arms, which was a bit painful.

He said it unintentionally?Or is there a voice behind the words?

Qin Feng's body does not have the vulgar air of makeup like other actors, but only a leisurely fragrance of grass and trees. The fragrance was originally refreshing, but now the smell seems to be more and more offensive. It is indifferent, but it makes Li Mingyuan feel My heart tightened.

Qin Feng looked at Li Mingyuan's sudden change of expression, raised his eyes and smiled, but wantonly brought a trick like inviting the king into the urn.

There is a deep and hidden expression in his peach blossom eyes, as if everything is on his mind, but everything is under control.

Li Mingyuan's hands sank suddenly, and he grabbed the man's seemingly weak arm. Unexpectedly, with such a grip, he was easily dodged.

Only now did the seductive and dizzy Shizi realize that he was afraid that he was being plotted against.

The alluring beauty in front of him is a trick, to lure him here is to be aware of his behind-the-scenes movements.