Phoenix and Dragon

It was getting late, the newly fermented rice wine, the small red clay stove, and the boundless night were about to cover the Jiangling city.

The eldest son lived and slept in the open for several days, and finally ate a somewhat simple and full meal. He was concerned about the country and the people but contentedly followed Qin Feng to drink the tea after the meal.

Lan Cai twisted her waist and choked her throat, and every word and every word was the way to appear on the stage. When she finally went to the outfit and removed the residual makeup, Li Mingyuan finally saw clearly that under the heavy makeup, this vitriolic evildoer The actor used to have a handsome appearance, with clear eyebrows, indistinguishable between male and female, a kind of beauty that blurred gender, except for those hanging eyes that seemed to have been described by Shen Dai, he was still in high spirits, giving him that kind of beauty. A touch of evil was added to the handsome appearance, vaguely outlining the looming romance and loveliness of his body.

Li Mingyuan quietly glanced at Qin Feng beside him. He twisted the small celadon bowl with a pair of white and slender fingers, and took a sip. His peach blossom eyes were full of tenderness.

Comparing the two, Shizi still thinks Qin Feng's appearance is more pleasing to the eye.

Strange to say, in Li Mingyuan's eyes, whether it is Shang Yunjian or Lan Cai, these well-known and well-known actors are also using their identities as actors to cover up, and they are doing all kinds of deception by coincidence, but only Qin Feng In the Liyuan, there is no trace of wind and dust, the turbidity is not demonic, but the natural elegance and nobility are silently integrated with one's own temperament.

Lan Cai took off her make-up, her long hair was loose, and she thought she was elegant, but in the eyes of Shizi, she looked like a ghost.

The ghostly Boss Lan does not regard himself as an outsider at all—although he is indeed not an outsider in terms of this place—he looks at Li Mingyuan with no royal relatives differently, so he just dodges his figure with twists and turns. The buttocks sat between the son of the world and Qin Feng.

Li Mingyuan: "..."

The eldest son, who used to watch the beauty drinking tea, was now forced to look at the back of an evildoer's head, and he was furious.

The evil master at the back of his head completely ignored Shi Ziye's eyes that wanted to kill someone. He flicked his long hair, opened his chest slightly, folded his long legs, and rested his chin on his crooked chin. He glanced at Qin Feng from the corner of his eyes: "Since you're here, don't put on such a straight face. I heard that your emperor's uncle sent your prince's uncle to go out to fight. If you don't help think about how to deal with the gang of aliens who don't know the heights and heights of the world, how can you run to this haunted place? ?”

Li Mingyuan was slightly surprised when he heard the "uncle" on the left and the "uncle" on the right.

Lan Cai has a clear understanding of Qin Feng's ins and outs, and talks to him so casually, obviously he has a deep friendship with him.

The son of the world wanted to ask, but it was just not the time to talk about it, so he had to listen silently like a seal on his mouth.

Qin Feng put the small celadon cup on the small wooden table, turned his head and smiled at him: "What about you? Knowing that he has been in poor health for the past two years, Jing Yi watched you closely, but you actually didn't care about both sides, but you If you want to participate in the mess created by the Heshanhe Society in the south of the Yangtze River, what are you planning?"

Lan Cai's eyes flickered, and was forced to retreat by the persistence in Qin Fengtaohua's eyes, looking a little annoyed and angry: "You obviously hate this too, why should I say it?!"

Qin Feng shrugged leisurely: "You know, because I don't want to say it."

Lan Cai, who became angry from embarrassment, said, "..."

Li Mingyuan who was confused by listening: "..."

Why did he forget that Qin Feng has an elegant appearance, but he has a mouth that lacks all the virtues in the world.

Boss Lan was defeated by his natural bastard aura, spat coquettishly, and rolled his eyes completely white: "Okay, shut up if you're ugly, I'll say I'm beautiful first."

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows with a faint smile, and raised his hand indifferently, which clearly meant to be respectful.

Lan Cai took advantage of his mouth, but he didn't see how happy he was. He still held back his anger, stopped talking about other things with this annoying guy, and simply explained the cause and effect in detail.

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The weirdness in Jiangnan started a month ago, and the place where it happened was a small village outside Jiangling.

This village is not far from the city. Because most of the villagers have the surname Liu, it is named Liujia Village.

According to legend, the ancestor of the largest family in this village was a high-ranking official in the previous dynasty. This person had good luck in being an official for many years. He did not catch up with the famine and refugees in his tenure. The dilapidated imperial court did not catch up with the princes who desperately hoped for their father's early death to grab the big position, so they had a smooth official life for many years, and they got a rare chance to die.

This official was well appreciated by the emperor because he did a good job in office. When he retired and returned to his hometown, the emperor found out with his conscience and rewarded him with a few acres of land in a rich place like Jiangling, and asked him to pack up and go home to take good care of the world. Year.

However, the emperor didn't know whether he was confused by drinking too much or had a brain hole. He just misremembered the hometown of this former pillar.

This official's surname is Wang, but the land awarded to him by the emperor is in Liujia Village, and his ingenuity is worrying.

The one who has milk is the mother, no matter how foolish the emperor is, he is still the king of a country. If the emperor who speaks well and speaks well, says that the emperor is wrong, it is like an old birthday star who hanged himself and got tired of it.

Mr. Wang has been an official for many years, and his ability to slap horses and donkeys on the slope is the icing on the cake. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that the surnames of "Zhang Wang Li Zhao Liu" were all similar in essence, and he didn't worry about where he was from. After receiving the emperor's imperial decree, she joyfully abandoned her ancestral home to thank the Lord Long En, and went straight to the Liu family village with her wife and children and eighteen concubines.

Not to mention anything else, judging by the number of these little wives, it can be seen that Mr. Wang is still very old and strong, and the endless shortage of his children and grandchildren is a trivial matter.

Sure enough, the Wang family has multiplied for several generations in the Liu family village, and it can be regarded as taking root.

After all, Mr. Wang was a high-ranking official who had read books. The descendants, not to mention promising, are barely up to date. The prodigal family is very restrained and obscure. It has been passed down for generations. The big house that Mr. Wang built when he was old is still I haven't lost it, and the title deeds of the several acres of good land that the foolish emperor rewarded me have not yet been granted. More than enough.

Because of this antecedent, the largest family in the Liu family village is actually surnamed Wang.

Lord Wang's family has a large population and many descendants. Although the eighteen concubines are not counted as births, at least one son and a half daughter is a big family. It has been passed down to this day and age. The overcrowded local prominent families can beat relatives of the Wang family with a single stick in a circle.

Today, the head of the Wang family is the direct descendant of Mr. Wang, the seventh in the family, known as "Seventh Lord Wang".

Because of the family traditions there, Wang Qiye was well-read poetry and books since he was a child, but until he was in his forties, Wang Qiye won the Juren but was not admitted to the imperial examination, and there was basically no hope of becoming an official. Home, enjoying the folks calling "filial piety".

In today's world, shameless old men have only three things to enjoy when they reach middle age, being promoted, getting rich, and dying of their wives.

Wang Qiye is now at this age, and he has figured it out when he sees it--the promotion means that there is no hope, and if you don't have that life, you don't have to suffer from that disease; Being a squire who can't support himself or starve to death is considered a blessing; the only great luck he encountered was Wang Qiye's wife, Liu Shi, who died of the wind and cold the year before last.

Speaking of which, Wang Qiye's ranking sounded like he could defeat his wife.

Wang Qi, a dead wife, even a mother-in-law who has a lot of life can't bear the people talking about her death every day, intentionally or unintentionally.

Wang Qiye didn't think about that at the time. The Liu family hadn't had children for many years, and his temper was still very hot. Brothers and cousins ​​in the family lined up in a row and could circle the Liu family village three times.

Wang Qiye was afraid that after divorcing his wife, he would be crippled by his tough brother-in-law blocking the door, so he had been enduring it all these years. When she kicked off, Wang Qiye bumped into one of the three great joys of this middle-aged man. , I was so happy that I almost went to the entrance of the village to set off firecrackers.

After Liu's funeral was arranged so-so, Wang Qiye hastily straightened the maid who was originally in the family, and made the continuation grandly.

The girl Tongfang was young in her twenties, and once she had achieved success, she was also up to the task. In the second year after her rectification, that is, in the first year, she added a fat boy to Wang Qiye.

When he was old and had a son-in-law, Wang Qiye felt that his life of not becoming an official and making a fortune was fulfilled in an instant, and he smiled happily to smooth out all the old creases on his old face that could only be filled with mud.

This year, the young master of the Wang family is one year old, and it is just in time for the [-]th birthday of Mrs. Wang, the mother of Wang Qiye. The two days are so close, and Wang Qiye is as beautiful as a carrot, so he decided to combine the two great events. Do it together.

People in the Jin Dynasty liked to listen to operas. This was the trend brought about by Renzong's mother, the Empress Dowager.

Whenever there is a happy event, a respectable family will invite the theater troupe to hold a meeting, regardless of whether they can understand it or not.

The village is not like the capital city, there are theaters everywhere, and even powerful families, such as Song Guogong's mansion, have their own theater troupes.

In the rural area of ​​Liujia Village, it is very lively to hold two performances throughout the year, so there is absolutely no luxury of raising an opera troupe for fun. If you want to listen to an opera and hold a performance, you have to go to the city to invite them.

The nearest city to Liu's Village is undoubtedly Jiangling. Naturally, there are more high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Jiangling than in remote villages. There are also permanent theaters and troupes for these people to enjoy themselves. However, the number of good actors is limited after all.

The happy event at Wang Qiye’s family was unlucky, the day before the Wang family sent people into the city to invite the theater troupe, Zhang Yuan’s family, the richest man in Jiangling City, wanted to celebrate his wife’s birthday. The theater troupe stationed in Jiangling made Yuan'er.

The servants of the Wang family even went to several houses, but they were all dismissed.

It's a small matter if you don't invite the theater troupe, and Wang Qiye is in the middle of his work, and this idea can't be done, and Wang Qi is disappointed, so he won't even think about taking the errand of the palace.

This person has an old mother and a young child, and they all rely on his job to support the family, so they can't bear the consequences of losing their errands. They were hurrying around outside Jiangling City. When they looked up, they saw a group of people facing them who were about to enter Jiangling. The city is coming.

The leader of the group was a middle-aged man who seemed to be fairly well-off, followed by several men of similar age, carrying suitcases and carrying big drums and small gongs. Looking carefully, they seemed to be actors in opera costumes.

This servant of the Wang family seemed to see hope, and went up to ask with a little fluke mentality, and was instantly overjoyed.

The rich man in the lead turned out to be the head of a theater troupe. They claimed to be from the north, and they were going to Huaiyang area for a performance.

The servants of the Wang family were almost weeping with joy, and immediately told about the failure of the Wang family to invite theatrical troupe all over the place, and begged the troupe leader to bring some bosses to the meeting in Liujia Village.

The head teacher seemed a little hesitant at first, but after a little thought, he agreed.

The servant was so pleasantly surprised that he didn't notice anything else, let alone the strange gloomy and cold look on the cast leader's face, he just happily handed over the deposit to the cast leader, repeatedly told the date and place of the show, and hurried back to report up.

This person had no idea that the theater troupe he had invited back was like inviting impermanence that reminded him of life.

What's more, he didn't know that the catastrophe that swept across the south of the Yangtze River all came from a single thought when he was desperate.

The author has something to say: This story is not finished, and will continue tomorrow. Today, Mo Mo can finally go to bed before twelve o'clock, thank God.

La la la la, in fact, I like writing these short stories that promote the plot the most.

As soon as I write about idle and miscellaneous things, I am very excited. I once had an ideal and wanted to be a suspense writer.

I don’t know if anyone will read the suspenseful and supernatural theme when I came back secretly~

No, if this continues, I will have to open my mind again ==