Phoenix and Dragon

Prince Su, who came out early to listen to the footsteps, smiled lightly in the dark place where no one was around. Seeing Shang Yunjian stepped up to the stage, Yi Gang also left without looking back, and there was no one around in the corridor, Li Mingyuan did not hesitate , sneaked into the room where Shang Yunjian was staying just now like stealing a peach, and after a while, he leisurely walked out from the backstage and returned to his private seat along the way of the theater building.

Upstairs, the boys who were kneeling and introspecting are still kneeling on the spot, kneeling willingly and without regrets, as if they want to condense the confession of the rest of their lives in this kneeling—it doesn’t matter what the confession is, Maybe he felt that he didn't wink, maybe he regretted that he followed the wrong master.

Li Mingyuan was in the right mood after taking his seat. After sitting down, he cocked his legs in an out-of-shape manner, raised his eyelids, and looked around condescendingly: "What's the matter? They suddenly fell in love with the floor? How about cleaning the floor of the theater?" It's not as good as going back to the palace to sweep the latrine... What's wrong with kneeling and addicted to it? Get up!"

Boys: "..."

The boys looked at each other, with toothaches on their faces, you look at me, I look at you, they don't understand why their sons in this world are suddenly happy, they can only bear the toothache with each other and use lingering glances to exchange the inner belly slander.

...as if we were willing to kneel.

...It seems that we can avoid being scolded if we get up without your words.

...and my lord, how much do you love Maokeng? At this time, what is on your mind is still Maokeng.

For a moment, the facial expressions of the boys were even more exciting than the scene on the stage. They stood up one after another to hide the soreness of their knees with bared teeth and mouths.

Li Mingyuan was in the right mood, pretending that he didn't see any expressions made by the blind people under his hands, and hummed a few lines of libretto with the gongs and drums of the opera downstairs in a good mood.

The elder son was in high spirits, humming and beaming with joy, but all the servants around him wanted to die one by one——the elder son of his family was born with a tone idiot, and his five tones were missing six and a half, even if it was high mountains and flowing water, pearls falling on a jade plate, etc. , lingering around the bridge for three days, in Li Mingyuan's ears, it is no different from the yelling of vegetable sellers on the street. He didn't hum a single word, and his ability to restart the gongs and drums was top-notch. If Prince Su's son created his own school with this skill, his ability to make people cry would definitely be better.

The boys were all miserable, they only hated that they were not deaf, and they all recalled what evil they had done in their previous life to the sound of the son of the world, and they would be forced to go to the hell where the magic sound pierces their ears.

A group of servants listened to Li Mingyuan's self-styled singing with a sad face, while looking at the stage through the autumn water, they had never so sincerely hoped that the show would end soon.

However, the sky failed to fulfill people's wishes, and the opera was sung just right.

In the theater building of Zhengyi Temple, it is obvious that Li Mingyuan is not the only one who is in high spirits.

Song Guogong's son Xiao Yu sat in the private seat on the second floor closest to the stage, facing Li Mingyuan from east to west.Xiao Yu brought four servants and some bodyguards behind him, and specially matched two handsome servant girls, one was in charge of serving tea and water, beating his shoulders and back; the other was holding a sandalwood tray with a hill-like There are piles of tin-headed silver ingots and gold-leaf jewels. When Xiao Yu says hello, he grabs them and throws them on the stage as a reward.

Xiao Yu folded his fan halfway, pretending to reveal the fan surface of Mi Nangong's inscription, the other hand was beating the drums along with the script, his eyes were slightly narrowed, he was listening to the beat beautifully, and his bookish face was stunned. There was a different kind of dandyism in front of this Fengyuelou, the temperament could be caught between "gentleman" and "scum", but the ups and downs were just right.

Shang Yunjian on the stage was singing with all his strength, after the Adagio stanza, followed by the fast three-eye rhythm, the latter stanza was the most listening part of the play.

Xiao Yu is not a layman like Li Mingyuan who listens to the excitement. He knows the doorway here clearly. He followed Shang Yunjian's three steps, and he must have shouted "Okay" for the first time in the audience.

The maid held the tray full of gold and jade, grabbed a handful of it with one hand, and sprinkled it on the stage. The jewels, jade, treasures, and gold leaves floated down like rain. commensurate.

The other patrons saw this situation, although they did not dare to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Yu, Duke of Song's son, but it was a good way to save face, and the voices of offering rewards kept coming and going in the theater building, and it was very lively for a while.

Shang Yunjian babbled along the libretto, but quietly observed Xiao Yu's movements upstairs, and was a little absent-minded for a while.

Fortunately, this is his specialty, he can outline the tone of a place with his eyes closed, and he can handle it with two purposes.But at this moment, his eyes fluttered, and he looked at Xiao Yu upstairs, but suddenly found that the prince of Song Guogong, who was squinting just now and pretending to be a golden mink for wine, has sat up at this time, with his half-extended fan She closed her eyes and stared at him with a smile that was not a smile.

Shang Yunjian's heart tightened, and his mouth almost followed suit.

Fortunately, he had a solid foundation in acting for decades, so he was not led astray by drifting mind, and it happened that the stage was about to turn to the other side at this time.

Shang Yunjian looked calm on the outside, but felt a little flustered inside for some reason, and hurriedly turned around to avoid Xiao Yu's sight.He calmed himself down on the stage, and made some complex plans, calculated the plot and the script, the pace and tone, and made up his mind to put the "Fu Lu Mirror" on the stage in line with the development of the script.

The expressions of everyone in the audience flashed in Shang Yunjian's eyes, curious, admiring, joyful, excited, high-pitched... All kinds of people have various gestures, passing by Shang Yunjian's eyes one by one.

Finally, he raised his eyebrows, turned and looked upstairs, and Xiao Yu's face clearly appeared in his sight with ulterior motives. Xiao Yu's half-smile expression had already deepened, and the corner of one side of his lips had been curled up inexplicably. They looked at him tacitly, he was condescending at this time, his expression was definitely not admiration, it was more like a hunter who had locked his prey and was ready to catch his net at any time, the deliberately exaggerated look of a dandy has long since disappeared, and the righteous man behind his back The chill intertwined with nobleness suddenly revealed its clues.

Shang Yunjian felt that he vaguely saw the disguise behind Xiao Yu's smile.

Song Guogong's son really has a problem!

But fortunately, the invisible game between them has not yet been brought to the fore. Shang Yunjian quietly observed the people behind Xiao Yu. A few servants walked heavily, obviously ordinary people with no skills. Not to mention a maid, a weak woman who has no power to restrain a chicken, those few guards...

Shang Yun hesitated for a moment.The rich and powerful families in the capital will raise some masters, and their specific skills will not be easily revealed to outsiders.If Xiao Yu's guards were unborn masters, they would have to guard against them now.

As soon as he thought of this, he found that Xiao Yu met his eyes calmly.

Shang Yun was startled, Xiao Yu smiled.

Everything seems to be silent.

At this time, the supporting roles opened the backstage curtain door and came on stage, and their appearance also won the praise of everyone in the audience.

But Shang Yunjian only needed a posture for a while, so he sneaked a silent look at the backstage at this moment—as expected, Yi Gang was standing there.

The curtain door of the stage is set on one side, and it is easy to see the back from the front stage, except for the stage and a few tricky angles.

Shang Yunjian reacted quickly.

He has determined that Xiao Yu's motives are bad, but he can't immediately startle the snake, he can only deploy protective actions secretly first.

Across the stage, he exchanged a complicated message with Yi Gang that they could only understand with his eyes, but he secretly calculated in his heart that this play cannot be delayed indefinitely—it is brilliant to sing an empty city plan at risk, but Only by being careful can the ship of ten thousand years be sailed.

Shang Yunjian has been on stage for more than 20 or [-] years. He worked hard, played slickly, made a quick decision, exchanged glances with the supporting actors, and was ready to leave the stage.

The actor was Shang Yunjian's most clever disciple, he knew what he was going to do when he received his eyes, and immediately rounded up the scene with understanding.

Shang Yunjian's careful thinking can't be concealed from people who know the theater, and it would be more than a signboard in normal times.

It's just that today is an exception. The next finale will be Qin Feng, so the timing is just right.

Everyone was all focused on waiting for Boss Qin's appearance. Even if there were people who were not in such a hurry and had time to think about it, they still thought it was reasonable, and they all found reasons for Shang Yunjian in their minds. First, they didn't sing so hard. The audience was to save Qin Feng's face, and he didn't want to be said to steal the time; secondly, Boss Qin was in the limelight, and he was also one of the four famous actors, so he had to be in order, even Shang Yunjian had to avoid his edge.

Shang Yunjian had already expected what the crowd would think, and went straight to the backstage after the show. On the way, he passed by Qin Feng, who was about to go on stage, and walked a few steps forward, but was stopped by Xiao Yu again unexpectedly. up.

Xiao Yu seemed to have just talked to Qin Feng, and he was still holding the priceless folding fan in his hand. His fingers were white and slender, reckless, with a fake smile on his face, and he was stuck between Shang Yun like a pillar. on the way.

It is an unwritten rule handed down from Empress Dowager An's time that actors who pretend to be actors are not polite. Even if Xiao Yu is a noble queen, he cannot surpass Empress Dowager An in terms of status.

Shang Yunjian didn't need to salute Xiao Yu, but he had to say hello.

Shang Yunjian hurriedly stepped forward to accompany him with a smiling face: "Xiao Shizi is a rare visitor, once you come, you will be full of glory."

The words in his mouth were compliments, and he lowered his head to express his respect. In fact, his eyes had passed Xiao Yu and looked towards the corridor behind him.

Yi Gang silently opened the door behind Xiao Yu, shook his head, and signaled to Shang Yunjian that no one had been in the room.

Shang Yunjian calmed down a little.

Xiao Yu didn't seem to notice their small movements at all, or he didn't care about them at all, waved his hand, and said with a quick smile: "Boss Shang is polite, I just wanted to hear from Boss Shang on a whim today. Fu Lujing, change the play before going on stage. I came here to express my thanks to Boss Monk, and satisfied Xiao’s distaste.”

... So you know that you hate it, Shang Yunjian thought, but when you say it, it becomes a compliment.

"What is the son talking about?" Shang Yun asked, "With your preciousness, it is your flattery to listen to Shang's vulgar voice."

Naturally, Xiao Yu would not listen to his self-effacing words seriously, spread out his fan, and smiled casually: "If Boss Shang speaks vulgarly, the whole drama of Liyuan Xing will not be heard."

Shang Yunjian nodded and hurriedly said he didn't dare.

Complimentary words are enough here, and it is too false to say anything else.

Shang Yunjian spent a lot of time interacting with these dignitaries, so he naturally knew how to measure. He lowered his head and changed the subject naturally: "Your Majesty, this fan is really brilliant. Shang saw it just now at the front desk, but is it the inscription of Mi Nangong?"

Xiao Yu didn't seem to expect that he would mention this fan, as if it wasn't him who had been using this fan to show off his majesty and dignity, after hearing what Shang Yunjian said, he suddenly realized that he deliberately took out the fan for others to look at: " Oh, you said this, this is a gift from a friend of mine, and it was taken out at random. When he gave it to me, he mysteriously said that it was the authentic work of Mi Nangong. All my friends laughed at him and rolled their eyes. But I never heard that Mi Nangong can write fans...Come and see, Boss Shang, I heard that you are also an expert in calligraphy and painting, let me appreciate this calligraphy, if you find out why, I just use it to beat my friend Face."

Shang Yunjian knew that this group of aristocratic princes always liked these things, even if he could tell the truth, he couldn't say it rashly, so he had to use both sides: "Mi Nangong has a weird personality, and he is called 'Mi Dian', and other people's eyes are on him. It’s all secular here, the world says he doesn’t draw fans, maybe he just painted fans... As for the truth and falsehood, the prince praised me again. If you are a child on your knees, if it is about ancient and modern operas, Shang dares to talk about it in detail with a shy face, but this is a masterpiece of everyone, how dare Shang dare to fight in front of the prince."

Xiao Yu smiled, and nodded him with his hands, his expression clearly said that he was not telling the truth, but he didn't mean to pursue it, and it was not difficult for him: "Forget it, Mi Nangong himself is a connoisseur of deceit, and the engraved stele is close to writing. He is also a strange person who confuses the real with the fake and confuses the fake with the real."

Xiao Yu said this naturally, but Shang Yunjian's eyelids twitched when he heard it, and he looked up at Xiao Yu. The man was looking at the fan with a natural expression, as if he was serious about showing off this unknown thing, and had no other meaning.

But Shang Yunjian felt that there was something in his words, and his face tightened involuntarily.

Xiao Yu had seen enough of his fan, he unfolded it fully and closed it indifferently, which was completely different from the half-open folding fan when he first saw him: "Mi Xiangyang has been gone for thousands of years, and I don't know where his skin is. The place has become scum, not to mention the things left behind, but it’s just a thing, the real one can’t be fake, and the fake one can’t be real, Boss Shang, don’t you think so?”

Maybe the speaker has no intention, but he can't help the listener has the heart.

These words touched the thoughts that Shang Yunjian tried so hard to hide, Shang Yunjian's heart suddenly sank, but his face did not show it, he only responded repeatedly.

Xiao Yu seemed very happy when he heard it. He folded the fan and handed it to Shang Yunjian: "This fan is an apology for my dislike today. Although it doesn't matter whether it is true or not, it is good to imitate it, but, It's not good to show off your identity as a master, if it spreads to my father's ears, he might kill me, a prodigal son...BMW gives heroes, pearls give beauties, Boss Shang is a master of calligraphy and painting in the world, this thing is Treat it as a joke, Boss Shang, don’t dislike it.”

The words were polite, but Shang Yunjian could hear the meaning behind his words.

The annoying Xiao Yu talked for a long time, and only expressed one meaning: This thing is fake, I don't like it, I reward you, play with it and don't be a monster.

...I just don't know what "false" he is talking about.

Shang Yunjian thought about it for a while, but his mind settled down a bit—no matter which one was fake, he said he didn't like it, and the pronoun was "I didn't take it".

Then his stuff is safe.

Shang Yunjian was relieved and thanked for the reward.

There was a sudden sound of gongs and drums at the front desk, followed by loud applause.

Obviously it was Qin Feng who came to power.

Xiao Yu's attention was instantly drawn away: "Yo, I didn't catch Boss Qin's first yell, that's not okay, I have to watch...

Let's go, Boss Shang will see you later. "

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Shang Yunjian to salute, as if he was really regretful, he left in a hurry.

... The prodigal son said that the wind is the rain.

Shang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but finally got the chance to part ways with Xiao Yu.

After Xiao Yu walked away, Shang Yunjian finally returned.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Yi Gang sitting in the shadows.

Shang Yunjian nodded, indicating that he had dealt with the outside, ignored Yi Gang, and went straight to hide the Xinpai luggage.

Yi Gang didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, when he hid things, he deliberately turned the original neatly inside out into a mess, and the half of the letter card was randomly poked in other clothes that didn't know its purpose like a dead body.

Shang Yunjian took a glance and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Why is it turned so messy?" He whispered, "But forget it, this doesn't look like a serious thing, just right."

Unexpectedly, Yi Gang was startled when he heard the words: "What's the mess?"

Shang Yunjian was puzzled and said: "The suitcase is almost worn out, among other things, there are really some outfits that have been passed down here...Brother Yi, you are too careless."

Yi Gang's expression changed even more: "How could it be? I can't be so careless."

Shang Yunjian's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately reflected on it. He immediately looked at the letter card in the box, and his heart immediately turned cold—there was no letter card, it was clearly a prop he had shown on the stage.

He subconsciously touched the inside of his clothes, and sure enough, the mirror hidden there disappeared.